Burning the Midnight Oil [open]

[hero_medic]

After everything that had happened in the past couple of days, anyone else would be asleep. Peter, however, was acquainting himself with the medbay more, thinking like a paramedic. If there were an emergency, he wanted to be prepared and on-hand to help

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[bsaa_ace]

Chris had noticed the newcomer and was becoming concerned for the guy. Yea, it had been a tramatic event waking up here, he was sure, but the kid needed sleep.

"You're going to wear a rut in the floor, if you keep that up." Then again, Chris was in no condition to enforce anything, bedridden as he was.

[hero_medic]

Peter looked over at the guy. The very LARGE guy.

"Yeah, but Stacy seems like she'll heal." He moved over to Chris. "You doing okay?"

[bsaa_ace]

Chris chuckled as Peter approached. His leg was still recovering from a point blank magnum shot, and there were still marks from numerous gashes across his face, but the stitches at least had come out.

"I'll be fine. Trust me, I've been through worse." And indeed he had, at least, in his mind. He held out a hand for Peter a second later. "Name's Chris Redfield. Former U.S. Air Force, former Racoon City Police Department Special Tactics And Rescue Squad - or S.T.A.R.S. for short - and now, I'm an agent for the United Nation's Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. This stuff has gotten all too normal for me."

[hero_medic]

Peter chuckled a little.

"I hear you there. Peter Petrelli." Peter shook his hand. "You should still let me do a lookup on those gashes, infection can be a tricky bastard."

[bsaa_ace]

Chris laid back on the bed, still sore but nothing too major. "I'm in no position to tell ya no. Once Claire hears I'm giving you guys trouble, I'm afraid she'll make it to where you have to sew my head back on."