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thisavrou_log2016-10-01 05:24 pm
psychadrellic) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-10-01 05:24 pm
Stuck in the Medbay: Visitors Wanted [OPEN]
Who: Thane Krios and YOU
When: All through October
Where: THE MEDBAY
What: Visiting the terminally ill assassin
Warnings: Terminal illness? Probably nothing major, will edit if that changes.
Thane had known for a while now that his last days would be spent in a hospital of some flavor, probably hooked up to a respirator and peppered with sessions of physical therapy designed to maximize his comfort even as he slowly suffocated, until he did finally, inevitably, slowly suffocate.
He had also expected it to be a fairly quiet and isolated time, disturbed only by the occasional hospital staff member.
The only person he'd told of his new whereabouts was Shepard, and he knew the commander could be trusted to be discreet. The only other person who knew he'd been hospitalized was Hawke, since she'd been there when the hospitalization had happened. Somehow, even in the somewhat brief time he'd held acquaintance with her, Thane could tell that the woman did not possess a discrete bone in her entire body.
So, naturally, he blames her entirely for any concerned visitors that might show up.
Not that he particularly minds company, because he doesn't. It's just that he never expects it, and so is, in turn, always surprised by it.
Thane's going to be hospitalized all month, while the doctors do their best to figure out how to fix him. PC doctors are welcome and encouraged to come poke and prod him as well!]
When: All through October
Where: THE MEDBAY
What: Visiting the terminally ill assassin
Warnings: Terminal illness? Probably nothing major, will edit if that changes.
Thane had known for a while now that his last days would be spent in a hospital of some flavor, probably hooked up to a respirator and peppered with sessions of physical therapy designed to maximize his comfort even as he slowly suffocated, until he did finally, inevitably, slowly suffocate.
He had also expected it to be a fairly quiet and isolated time, disturbed only by the occasional hospital staff member.
The only person he'd told of his new whereabouts was Shepard, and he knew the commander could be trusted to be discreet. The only other person who knew he'd been hospitalized was Hawke, since she'd been there when the hospitalization had happened. Somehow, even in the somewhat brief time he'd held acquaintance with her, Thane could tell that the woman did not possess a discrete bone in her entire body.
So, naturally, he blames her entirely for any concerned visitors that might show up.
Not that he particularly minds company, because he doesn't. It's just that he never expects it, and so is, in turn, always surprised by it.
Hospital Room[ooc: I'm down to match brackets or prose, whichever is preferred!
Visitors can often find him in his assigned room, sitting lotus-style in the middle of his bed, back ramrod straight and hands resting comfortably on his knees. He's shirtless, dressed in nothing but a pair of soft cotton pants. He's also hooked up to a respirator, which hums quietly and soothingly in the background as it delivers much-needed oxygen to his soggy lungs. He seems to be meditating, or maybe just sleeping, but will look up regardless when someone comes in.
Physical Therapy
Sometimes visitors can catch him on his way to or from physical therapy, which for him are short but frequent sessions of being hooked up to a different respirator as well as various monitors while performing a series of Tai Chi-like exercises designed to encourage oxygen flow to his muscles and organs. The ship's doctors, to their credit, are working their butts off studying his disease and formulating treatments to decrease the severity of its effects. The doctors won't allow visitors while he's in the middle of therapy, but before and after is just fine.
Exam Room
The exam room is doctors only, but it's a great place for said doctors to study Thane up close, ask him questions, and attempt to get a feel for what exactly is wrong with his stupid lizard physiology.
Thane's going to be hospitalized all month, while the doctors do their best to figure out how to fix him. PC doctors are welcome and encouraged to come poke and prod him as well!]
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[He's in a habit of calling people 'my friend', but sometimes, it comes across as even more genuine than usual.]
[This is one of those times, while he reaches over to grip one of Thane's hands in his huge one.]
As much as you desire.
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So it's a little funny, but mostly sad, that only at the very end of his life he finally seems to be getting the hang of making friends.
Reinhardt has been an astonishingly warm and friendly presence since the very beginning of their acquaintance, and while he may never quite grow used to the man's unbridled enthusiasm, he still appreciates it. When he finds his hand seized in Reinhardt's huge mitt, he gives it a strong, reassuring squeeze.]
Thank you, Reinhardt. That means a lot to me.
WOW HOW DARE YOU
[And now Thane.]
[But it won't stop him. Not even a little. He will loudly, enthusiastically be this alien's friend until the end. Regardless of how it will hurt in the end. He's used to that, after all. Just one more funeral. What's one more?]
That is what friends are for, isn't it?
[A broad, open grin. Even if his good eye isn't really in it.]
Maybe you would like to hear stories, eh? Or some music.
IDK what ur talking about
[Welp...Life is nothing if not a learning experience. :'D
Thane returns that broad grin with a small smile of his own. He's sorry he upset you, giant battle grandpa. 8(]
And I would like both, very much. Whatever you would care to share.
8|
[He's pretty sure Lucio would know what kind of music would make someone feel better.]
[Then again... And he lowers his voice, conspiratorially.]
Unless... you are a fan of the classics.
[Reinhardt no.]
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I'm not overly familiar with human music, to be honest. I'm not sure what you mean by "the classics."
[BE GENTLE, REINHARDT.]
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Then you have never heard of Hasselhoff?
SQUINTS SUSPICIOUSLY
[SHOULD HE BE WORRIED?]
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[A beat.]
... when Lucio brings it in. I do not have my CDs.
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Then I'll look forward to meeting him.
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[A beat, and then a wry grin with too many teeth.]
Or alien man-!
[Cue loud, roaring laughter. Sorry Thane!!]
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...Do other humans have so many teeth?
Weird.
Anyway, he'll wait for Reinhard's laughter to quiet down before responding.]
It sounds remarkable. I would never wish to keep such a thing waiting.
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[Oh well. He gives his friend's shoulder a firm pat.]
Lucio has technology capable of restoring flesh and spirit. If you wish, I will ask him to bring it along.
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If you think it might be beneficial, then by all means.
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[He means this as a joke. Completely. Hopefully, it'll do something to make that little smile broaden.]
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He may be green, but he's not a frog, Reinhardt!!!...And yeah, pff, okay, the large German grandpa wins, Thane's smile grows a little wider at that remark.]
Would it have been a deal-breaker if I weren't?
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He has a good heart -- your coloration is of no concern.
[Thane could be pink and neon flashing and Lucio would probably like him.]
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[He's still smiling, of course - he wasn't actually concerned.]
He sounds like a good man.
[Though to be honest, Thane would assume that anyone Reinhardt chooses to call "friend" is probably a good person.]
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As are you.
[This is Reinhardt, this is Reinhardt doing his damnedest to keep that smile on his newest friend's face.]