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

[most_feared]

[Once he's in there and getting repaired, Kay settles down nicely from his paranoid fit. Narvin's no longer chasing him, the issue has finally been resolved, and he's already turning his interests to larger things because... he needs to, right now. It keeps him from going downstairs and murdering Rex permanently. Or at the very least being uselessly angry.

But as one hand is being mended, he only has the other to do anything with, so he's staring at the ceiling. Being high on painkillers is a plus, too.]

[general_chang]

[Chang couldn't see. Everything was a big blur to him right now and his eye ached and his head spun. This death he was glad to recover from. This death shouldn't have been his last. Or maybe it should have been. He should have been stronger.

The infirmary was busy. His sense of hearing and smell told him that much. Then he smell something familiar. His own blood. He wasn't bleeding, so K.

It was a phenomenally bad idea to get up, he knew that. He just didn't care. He pushed himself off the bed and started to make his way across to him, using his other sense to get him across. He managed to avoid the people (or they him), only hitting a few corners of beds, before he realised he was within hearing distance.] Kay.

[His knees buckled and he ended up kneeling on one leg, holding onto the bed.]

[most_feared]

[He heard Chang's voice and looked around quickly, surprised for a moment. Then... as an unfortunate consequence of being high, greeted him with-] Your eye is back.

[But then Chang was falling, and Kay twisted around in his bed and grabbed the other man around the waist to keep him up. Then he sat up with considerably less pain.] You... are hard shit, sir. You're tougher than a Zombarian in heat.

[general_chang]

[Chang probably required confirmation on the presence of his eye.] Not enough. I... did not wish to obey.