Final Log; Open

[stopthat_destro]

Who: Rex, Open
Where: Infirmary OR Rex's room if anyone's stopping by post-infirmary
When: Today through the next few days, I suppose.
Warnings: DOUBTFUL

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[no_fastolfe]

Martha was leaving, but Vasilia still needed regular medication to keep her immune system artificially robust. She was quiet as she entered the infirmary, her eyes searching for traces of the other woman that might remain.

She noticed, unconsciously, something that she could not put words to, and frowning, approached Rex Lewis' bed.

[stopthat_destro]

Rex heard somebody else approach and, after a beat, shifted onto his back so he could see who it was. He half-expected it to be a vengeful inmate-- or warden, really-- wielding a makeshift weapon, but when he saw that it was Vasilia, he relaxed slightly. She appeared to be unarmed and, even if she was angry with him, at least... well, he figured he could take her in a fight.

Maybe.

(Okay, he wasn't entirely certain.)

He cleared his throat a little, frowning, not because he was unhappy to see her, so much as he figured this would be... awkward, to say the least.

"Hello," he murmured, his voice a bit scratchy from lack of use.

[no_fastolfe]

"You've been asleep for some time," the spacer woman said, frowning more in vexation at the barge's method of containment than at Rex himself.

"Would you like me to fetch a doctor? You sound pained."

[stopthat_destro]

Rex shook his head, running a hand through his hair to try to flatten it down. He hadn't seen a mirror yet, but he assumed "bed head" would've been an understatement right now.

"No, I'm fine. Just... thirsty." He paused. "How long have I been asleep?"

[inhumandog]

Iago spent a lot of time with Rex, though even he had grown tired of simply sitting. So, when he did visit, he brought the DS with him. Which is what he was getting to as he slipped through into Rex's room. By this time, it was just habit to go to a chair and sit, so he didn't even look at Rex, who he still assumed to be unconscious. Instead, his free hand went down and brushed past Rex's hair.

"Afternoon," he said softly, still not looking at him. "I'm a little late today. It's...winter again. Which means mistletoe. So I have to make sure I'm alone everywhere I go."

[stopthat_destro]

Rex had sort of zoned out, not feeling any rush to actually leave the infirmary. Not after the last time he'd angered the entire Barge. He was, perhaps, in the safest place he could be. He opened his eyes when he heard somebody else approach, then turned his head when he felt a fingers brush through his hair.

Smiling faintly, he said, "Be careful. Last year, some of us were infected with holiday cheer."

[inhumandog]

Iago jerked a bit, fumbling with the DS so badly that it fell out of his hands and onto the bed, thankfully. He would have been really upset if it had fallen to the floor and broken. Shutting the lid, he turned to Rex and cupped his face in his hands and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"You're awake."

[stopthat_destro]

Rex brought his arms around Iago and sat up a little to cling to him, a gesture of open affection that normally would be reserved for the bedroom and not here, where anyone could walk in and see. Right now, he didn't care about his image.

"After a month, I hear."

[thegooddrjones]

Martha had kept the private room in the infirmary locked. While he'd been in a coma, she'd fixed the locks so that only the doctors, Iago and Capa would be able to come in and check on him. After all, she recalled the last time that he'd been the object of all of this anger and the last thing she wanted was someone to take Barron's suggestion and attempt to do some damage to him.

Now, on her almost last shift in the infirmary, Martha slipped into the room in order to check on him, as she always tended to do. It was her habit to talk to everyone in a coma, just in the off chance that they could hear her, so she started speaking even before she'd reached the bed.

"Second to last shift, Rex. I hope you wake up before I go home. I'd like the chance to say goodbye to you properly."

[stopthat_destro]

He was lying on his side again, still in an ambivalent mood, then blinked in surprise when he heard Martha speak. He shifted, sitting up a little, looking at her in confusion. "Goodbye?"

[thegooddrjones]

When Rex shifted, Martha blinked because she definitely hadn't been expecting him to be conscious. "You're awake!" Martha exclaimed rather stupidly, and then she blinked down at him, hating that she'd said something so cliche.

"Yeah, I'm leaving. I'm going home."

[ourlastbesthope]

Capa had heard he was awake, after checking on him every other day or so. But now that he was conscious, he trusted Rex's friends to get him to his room. Capa didn't feel the rest of the barge needed to know that Rex was awake, so he made no public comment. Instead, once he was back in his room, Capa came to check on him.

He found a moment when Iago was gone and knocked lightly on the door.

[stopthat_destro]

Rex was making up for lost time with his snakes, checking up on them to see if they had been properly taken care of in his absence. He was holding Tiamat in his arms, watching her slither up one, then jumped when he heard the knock. For a moment, he contemplated ignoring it, pretending he wasn't in. But then, it could be somebody who didn't want to kill him.

He put the snake back in her terrarium and moved to the door. "Who is it?"

[ourlastbesthope]

Capa understood the necessary caution. He leaned against the doorframe idly. "It's Capa," he said softly, his hands moving to his pockets.

[stopthat_destro]

Rex opened the door cautiously, as if expecting some kind of Capa impersonator, or some angry inmate holding him at gun point. "Capa. Come to escort me to my punishment?"

Late to the party, but can I hop on in?

[creatingalegacy]

Amanda had been checking in on Rex just about every day--only staying a few minutes at a time, because she knew exactly how neurotic she could get at someone's bedside. If someone barred her from the premises for it...no. She was starting to understand her limits. So she would pop in and stand by his bedside for a few minutes, leaving before the urge to bring a book and perhaps read to him kicked in, because if she did that she knew there was a risk that she wouldn't leave unless dragged bodily away.

Sometimes the best support she could give was from a distance. It was hard to swallow, but it was there.

When Amanda stopped in to see if he'd improved that day, she didn't expect him to actually be awake.

Absolutely! <3

[stopthat_destro]

Rex was sitting up by this time, stretching his legs over the side of the bed. He gave a startled jump when he heard somebody enter. He looked over to see Amanda, his expression brightening at first... then falling a little into apprehension. He didn't know what, if anything, had happened to her after his escape attempt failed, so there was the possibility that she was as angry as the others...

"Hey." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's... been a while, hasn't it."

Yay! :D

[creatingalegacy]

To her credit, Amanda gave him a small, relieved smile. She'd been more worried by his comatose state than she'd been ticked off by her experiences in that particular world of the dead, so relief won out.

"I'm glad you're awake," she said, hooking her ankle around the leg of a nearby chair, sliding it closer and having a seat. "I was worried about you. Really fuckin' worried."