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Who: Wrath (and maybe you?)
Broadcast: Entire fleet
Action: Windrose medlab, she ain't goin anywhere
When: June 11 (four days after this mess)

[Text]

extra large protein lovers pizza
++ spicy soypperoni
+ red chilies
++ mazer beer ipa or equivalent 1 6pack

5 strippers
pref male
++ purple body glitter
++ portable sound system
+ boa constrictor

deliver to: lt wrath, windrose

[Audio]

[She doesn’t quite know how bad she looks, but she knows how bad she feels. There is no way the people in the fleet need to see this. So it’s audio only. Wrath’s words slur faintly, like someone who is profoundly tired rather than drunk. Chems do that to her.]

Hey everyone. Um. I had an accident and I’m gonna be… down for a little while. I know I wanted to do a coffee thing for all my brother soldiers but… that’s gonna have to wait. Til I’m on my feet again. Really sorry, guys. But it’ll happen. Just a little later.

Anyway like last time I was in traction I just ordered pizza and strippers, but I tried to do that here and it doesn’t work? And there’s no pudding or nurses. So I’m kind of super bored since I can’t move around right now. So anyone want to like… watch vids or play games or something? I could maybe figure out how to do chess on the network. Or ask someone for help. Or tell stories. Or like. Visitors would be nice? Yeah.

Officer Snuggles says hi, everyone. [The fox yips.] And. Um. Bye~

[Action]

[Wrath, almost completely immobilized in traction to keep her spine from crumbling completely, occupies the Windrose’s medlab for the timebeing, Officer Snuggles normally curled up on the corner of the bed when he’s not out patrolling. Wrath herself looks like hell, nasty bruises and stitched up head and facial lacerations, her left eye’s sclera still crimson. But she’s doing her best to maintain a positive attitude. There’s not really anything else for her to do.

Visitors are what she really, really wants. Being stuck in bed and unable to move around and really touch anything is starting to eat at her badly. It’s a vague sort of unease, blurred out by the drugs, but it’s definitely not doing her anxiety levels any good. Before the ports are removed, nothing feels right anyway, which is another sort of alarming. She's got the painting frame for entertainment beyond staring at the ceiling, but her fine motor control is terrifyingly lacking, and she doesn't think she can blame it all on the drugs.

And Winter… she’s not thinking about what actually happened if she can help it. That wasn’t Winter. He wasn’t at home when that all went down. It was a fight, she survived, everything is okay now. She’s tough as hell. She’s not going to think about how it feels like falling. She’s not going to think about how last time, Compliance showed up and tried to take her right out of her hospital bed. She’s not going to drive herself crazy with worry about how Winter is doing and if everyone is treating him okay and if everyone gets it wasn’t his fault. And she’s sure as hell not going to think about how next time, it might be her turn.]

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Yeah. [Stupid back. Stupid getting thrown off the Bifrons Tower. Stupid everything.]

I guess you're right. [Don't ask the question, Wrath. Just don't. You're not going to like the answer. Or you will like the answer, and it'll be the first back injury all over again, where they tell you everything will be okay and you come out of it wishing you'd just been allowed to bleed to death on the sidewalk.] Am I gonna be?

[You just had to ask the fucking question.]

[It's a fair question, even if one that must be terrifying to ask in her current state. He reaches over to squeeze her hand.]

Were it my time and place, no. Spinal injuries of this severity would be permanently damaging. [Way to be reassuring there, dude.]

But we're not in my time and place, and you have far more advantages than they do. As I understand it, your nannites are capable of repairing the damage entirely, but the ports are causing both them and your prosthetics to malfunction. Dr. Crusher's original plan was to remove the ports regardless. Once we do that, we'll have a much better estimation of what will be able to recover.

[Yeah, this isn't exactly comforting, but she's pretty much assuming at this point she's basically going to be a head in a jar. Even with Beverly being an amazing doctor...

She remembers the feeling of her back shattering under Winter's boot.]

Okay.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

There are also...alternative healing methods. I've no experience with magical healing, myself, but we won't stop seeking a cure for you. You're very important to us, Wrath.

[Not gonna cry. Not gonna fucking cry.]

Thanks.

[And what if nothing works? What if it's this forever?]

Dunno why, but thanks.

[He almost says you don't have to thank me for caring, but that would be unnecessarily callous. Instead he nods and gives her hand another squeeze.]

You're quite welcome.

Aside from the, er, pizza and strippers [why is that word so hard for him to say and why does he look pained] is there anything else I can do for you?

[She swallows hard.] I wanna see Winter. Or at least know he's okay. And people aren't being shitty to him or whatever.

[And if I do ever get put back together, I want you to promise you'll stop me better than I stopped him if I lose it.

No. She can't get those words out. Probably doesn't matter, because she's not going to recover from this. And then... she'll figure that out when it happens.]

[There's more to her request, he can tell that, but whatever it might be doesn't occur to him. Even so, this is a lot to ask--and yet also exactly what he'd expected. Slowly, he nods.]

I'll extend him the invitation. I don't know that he's physically well enough to visit, but at the very least I shall insist he give you a video call.

[But if he's well enough to visit, he's going to get dragged over to apologize, if nothing else.]

I mean... he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to talk to me. You can even just tell me how he's doing. [Will seeing how fucked up she is just make him feel worse? She doesn't really want that.]

I think it would be best if he were to visit.

[Squint.]

Don't be mean.

[He feels like he has a right to be a little bit mean, but he's actually sincere about this.]

Wrath, it's as important for him to know you do not blame him as it is for you to see that he's back to himself.

You're right about that. I don't want him to be kicking himself because my back's a piece of shit. [Because I was too slow. Because I was dumb and didn't call for help. Because I did this to myself, went in knowing what I was doing.]

[He frowns.]

I'd meant that as because you know he wasn't in control of himself. There are few enough people who understand that.

Oh. I didn't even know that needed to be said. That wasn't him. Ask you had to do was look at him to know.

It does. I've no doubt you only had to look at him to see that, but there are many here who don't know him as well as you do--and more who don't know him at all and never got to see him themselves. They'll have heard of this through their friends or crewmates being injured.

[WHICH SUCKS, he knows, but it's the truth.]

Any reassurance he can get, especially from you, will help.

I'll do my best. I want him to feel better. I just hope he'll talk to me...

I'll speak to him myself, as I'm a bit more mobile than you are at the moment.

[Which is to say, he'll send out a text, and if Winter doesn't respond to the text...well, the Vision is a bit better at getting into places now that he's discovered a new ability.]

Okay. Thanks, Vision.

He probably thinks he's alone and that he should be. He's a fucking moron.

Edited 2016-06-13 15:39 (UTC)

It's likely he is in isolation currently until he feels more comfortable about his control. [The Vision smiles grimly.] But I think it very unlikely he would regress.

[At which he hesitates.]

I wasn't able to contain him on the Iskaulit, but I learned something quite interesting. It seems I have an instinctual reaction to being attacked with vibranium; he wasn't able to harm me.

It wasn't his fault, was it?

Oh... that's really useful.

No. But guilt is not logical.

[He nods.] I'll need to practice it more, I think. Perhaps Kitty can help, as it appears to be similar to her power. I became--immaterial.

I don't want him to tear himself up about this shit. Then I'll feel all guilty too.

...wow. [She wishes she could do that.] That'll be really good in a fight.

All the more reason it's important to speak with him.

If I can learn to control it, yes. I suppose it's been too long since I was in a serious fight; I had no idea I was capable of it.

Yeah. Hope it happens, I guess. He's really fucking important to me. [Special friend alert.]

It happens sometimes. I guess I haven't been good about riding your ass in regards to training. Guess that'll have to change. Put you up against Tenno, probably. He's a fucking bruiser.