Open Infirmary Thread

[breakmychest]

Who: People who got hurt in the whole Nanomite plot and the people who want to be sympathetic and/or gloat.
Where: Infirmary.
What: Open infirmary spam thread! Everyone can post! Everyone can visit! It's like a party, only with more people deathtolling and less booze. (Though anyone who does bring booze is Spike's hero.)
When: After the nanomite

Comments

[breakmychest]

[Spike hates this part. Being too weak to do anything just sucks. Right now he's leaning upright against some pillows in his bed and playing a game on his warden item. This is where having a handheld gaming device as an item comes in handy.]

[vinkus_witch]

[Elphaba came up beside the bed, watching Spike analytically.] So. I suppose that explains your mood.

[breakmychest]

[He pauses his game and puts it down, then gives her a smile.]

The death thing? No. But the being mind-controlled might have had an effect. Always makes me cranky, people messing with my brain.

[vinkus_witch]

I see. Considering how you're behaving, I can't say I'm surprised to see you here. I was half tempted to rip your head off myself.

Open, tag Buffy

[rass_bestie]

Omega was hard at work, despite starting to feel tired. The encounter with Harkness didn't help, though that was matter of his nature more than the man himself. He wasn't feeling terribly talkative, but he was doing the job diligently.

Open

[aboutpower]

Buffy wandered into the infirmary, looking dazed and almost childlike, clutching her injured arm. Gunshots hurt. She paused and hesitated, seeing Spike sitting in a bed on the far side of the room. Wondering if the green girl she'd killed had been brought in yet, Buffy had trouble letting her eyes scan the room. So she just sort of stood there. Looking, but not really looking, trying to find a familiar not-recently-killed-by-her face.

[rass_bestie]

Buffy? [Omega had gone over to her as soon as he saw her. He took a quick visual inspection and noted that she appeared to be in shock.] Let me take a look at that arm, hmm?

[aboutpower]

[She blinked Omega's blurry form into focus and stared before responding. Oh, it was a relief to see him. Her voice was quiet.]

Huh? Oh. Yeah.

[Taking her hand off of the gunshot wound in her upper arm, she winced a little, looking at it. Her Slayer healing factor had stopped the bleeding, and it was starting to heal around the edges. But it looked really nasty.] Uh, the bullet's still in there.

Open

[thegooddrjones]

[As soon as Martha had been fixed, she headed into the infirmary. She looked a bit like hell, but she'd turned into the spare scrubs that she'd kept in the office and was now moving through the beds easily and methodically. Every so often, there'd be a little sound as she closed her eyes, and her lips would move. Whether she was admitting it or not, Martha was no where near as fine as she'd wanted to be. The words that she was mumbling were the bones of the hand that she'd been spending the last four days trying to remember. ]

[hopeless_hacker]

Toshiko was still feeling disoriented and a little dazed after the nanomites had self-destructed; the sense of having been not-quite-in-control was dizzying, and she had taken the time to read over the previous journal entries with fresh eyes. She had been under the influence for - two weeks? Longer?

(She would never admit there had been a comfort in the compulsion, a sense of satisfaction when she had done something right, when she had obeyed Rex's orders. She supposed it was a shade of what the Borg Queen's victims had been through

[thegooddrjones]

Martha felt dim and distant a bit, and she was startled by the hand on her shoulder. For a moment there was a near flashback, all sharp and focused of the feel of Rex's hand when he had held her so that he could slide the needle into her neck. There was a phantom sensation of a needle and her breath hitched, and all her muscles tensed to attempt to repel what was being injected into her a second time

[hopeless_hacker]

Tosh wasn't used to being the strong one, not really, not when she'd been so unsure of herself lately, but she could recognise that this was necessary; she kept holding Martha through the shivering, letting her take whatever comfort she needed.

"You're okay now," she said, very softly. "We're all ourselves again."

open/multithreads/ALL THAT GOOD STUFF

[gotgreenmagic]

Ow. Ow.

It was depressing that Shego had learnt that 'life-threatening situation and then sudden blackout' inevitably meant that she'd died. Was this the third - no, the Barge engine melted her to death, Sylar before that, then the Joker. Fourth time. Outstanding. Who had the Barge record? It had to be Prefect. She'd ask later.

Her neck was killing her. She reached up gingerly - everything from the shoulders down felt kind of numb and unresponsive - and touched the skin around her throat, knowing logically there wouldn't be any open wounds there but still feeling relieved when there wasn't. Had Buffy slit her throat? But that wouldn't explain the feeling of disconnectedness between her head and -

Oh.

Well, damn.

Had she grown a new head? She'd have to do her eyebrows again. What happened to the old one?

She made an unhappy noise and pulled the sheets over her head with great effort.

Re: open/multithreads/ALL THAT GOOD STUFF

[buywithme]

"Good morning, Sister." Prefect said politely, as he hovered at the side of Shego's bed, like a particularly needy orderly, "How are you feeling?"

How long he'd been lurking there, staring at her, waiting for some sign of life to reveal itself, was fortunately unclear. Now that she was awake though, Prefect saw fit to lower himself into the seat at her bedside, and hoist the offering that he had brought to wish her well.

"Here, I got you this."

It was a catering sized carton of fresh orange juice. Where did you get this, Prefect?

Re: open/multithreads/ALL THAT GOOD STUFF

[gotgreenmagic]

After an excessively long pause, she tugged down the sheet barely enough to expose her eyes and nose.

"Hi," she said. Or tried to, because her throat was responding with 'nope sorry we're still not used to there being something attached to this' and she just made a 'hgrk' noise like it was Klingon amateur hour. She frowned and reached for her communicator instead, then laboriously tapped out a response and held it out for him to see.

thanks. i died. how are you?

[buywithme]

"I thought you might have done." Prefect replied, "You were with Rex, weren't you?" He scratched the back of his neck, a little carefully, "I'm fine. I was with Arthas. We basically went down through the Barge deck by deck, getting into fights."

OPEN to everyone, multiple threads encouraged because I am booooored

[ichoosefight]

[ Stephanie was done with this. The pain of the electric shock had faded, her shoulder relocated, her wrist done up in a cast and everything. She even kept the ice pressed to her aching jaw, not that it would do much good this long after the fact.

But the rest of her, legs especially, were fine. And she was glad that Dick had taken care of the costume-through-her-burned-clothes problem. All she wants to do is go back to her room. Her head's alright now! She can talk without slurring, and nothing's fuzzy. Just painful as all get out.

She waits until Martha has passed her bed and is at least a couple of beds down before sneaking past. ]

[batmanschmatman]

[Dick had had a busy couple hours. It was almost like being back home, and while that was all well and good, he certainly wouldn't complain about catching a couple hours of sleep or something.

Still, there was work to be done, and he was more than happy to help out where he could, so he'd headed back up to the infirmary after grabbing some food to see what he can do.

Which means he catches Steph before she gets too far.]

Where do you think you're going?

[ichoosefight]

[ She stops, tensing up in surprise before relaxing into more of a faked boredom posture. The ice stays on her face though. It's almost numb. ]

My room.

[batmanschmatman]

Get back in that bed.

[It's an order, not a suggestion. :\]