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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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There's so much spare time here. You should like... have a night with your friends regularly to do fun stuff like that. Enjoy it while there's the time.

[he doesn't want to think about what happens when that time runs out]

You know who I'm friends with. Do we seem the type to really go out and do things?

You mean Charles and Erik? I play chess with them both and we have a poker night.

So... Yeah?

[oh goodness]

You do? [he actually sounds pretty happy about that] Good. They need to get out more.

Oh yeah. Well, I mean, I was already playing chess with Charles pretty regularly, and then you told me to play with Erik and he was cool, so I try to ask him too. And then Winter taught me how to play poker, but that's more like a squad game, so I made Winter, Beverly, Charles, and Erik my squad.

So they're getting out more. You should too.

[he huffs a little laugh] It's a good squad.

I get out sometimes. More than I have in the past.

That an answer or an evasion?

Er.

Both? [a noise] I have future plans, but - they're probably on hold for now.

Why? I thought you said Charles and Erik weren't hurt that bad. I mean... Give it a day for cleanup, but...

... Or how long has it been?

. . . it's been a couple of days.

And they're not hurt that bad, no, but enough that they're going to have to take it easy until they heal up.

Oh, and you were going to hang out with them? Got it. That sucks.

I hang out with Charles more often than Erik, but that's - more out of habit.

I have plans with people outside of them, though. I just - have to put them on hold for now. Just for a few days.

... So you're like babysitting them?

You've met them.

[so . . . yes]

[As someone who requires babysitting herself, Wrath is not a fan of this.]

If someone's feeling good enough to run around...

[listen you don't understand how bad they are about it]

Then I'll let them. I know their limits just as well as they do.

[Did you miss that whole trying to order strippers and pizza thing, Hank?]

If that's the case, they don't need babysitting.

[yes but you're still doing that from a bed. Ask Hank about quests one day and he'll tell her just how dumb they are]

It really isn't babysitting. I'm not foolish enough to think I can actually keep them here.

[Because she literally cannot get up. Yay, being in a traction frame and unable to walk.]

Then you should go relax. You sound like hell.

Oh, did I get a upgrade from sounding like shit? [there's some humor in his voice]

Don't worry, I will. I'm used to this.

Only cause you're cute. [Whoops, short term memory.]

Okay. I just worry about my friends. I want to make sure everyone's okay.

[a huff] I'm not cute.

I know. But you should worry about yourself, too.

You're fucking adorable.

Nah, not worth worrying about.

"Cute" and "adorable" are for kids. I'm a grown man.

[this sounds suspiciously like an argument he's had before]

I beg to differ, Wrath. I'm going to worry.

So what? I'm way older than you and I'm cute as hell.

[But it might be better if she didn't recover. Safer for everyone else. Not going to say that, though, it's just a thought gnawing at the back of her brain.]

I've got the best doctor ever, so...

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