Mar 15, 2010 21:38
Someday, Steve vowed, he would come out of a major crisis without needing to be thrown in isolation afterwards. That was his next goal. But the moment he and Miku dragged each other to medical after things had quieted down and the doctors in the know saw him with open wounds, he'd been shoved off and thrown in contagion containment within minutes.
In typical Stacy fashion, the quarantine cells looked more like thin, clear membranes halfway absorbed as "bubbles" in the walls. There was a small bed in the corner and enough room to walk at least four or five paces back and forth. Little tentacles could appear from the walls to perform medical tasks, which was creepy as hell, but at least his wounds had been bandaged and now it didn't outwardly look like there was much wrong with him. He sat on the bed, shirt off, staring at the ceiling and idly scrolling around on his omnicom.
Still, even if quarantine was boring, it was unarguably better than after the last big catastrophe when he'd been clinging to life and restrained in the medbay. At least he could move around in here. And at least he had his omnicom and his hands free.
Not to say Steve wouldn't have appreciated some company.
miku hinasaki,
dr mcninja,
!location: contagion containment,
grace augustine,
steve burnside