Stuck in the Medbay: Visitors Wanted [OPEN]

[psychadrellic]

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.

Hospital Room
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.

[ooc: I'm down to match brackets or prose, whichever is preferred!

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!]

Comments

[psychadrellic]

[He wants to say no, to tell her that she needn't bother, and that he'll be fine to return to his room on his own...But somehow he gets the feeling that being able to accompany him will help put her mind at ease, so he nods his head in assent.]

If you wish to accompany me, I have no objections.

[It's not like it's a particularly long walk. She'll see him back and settled in in no more than ten minutes or so, and be able to return to her work with (hopefully) a clear mind. He's still unused to causing so much worry in people he's barely met; somehow he thinks he probably never will get used to it.]

And tea would be appreciated. Thank you.

[cadeuces]

I'm glad, because I do.

[ In that assumption, he's fairly on point. It isn't far, no, but she's thorough enough, and one's bedside manner tends to requires a caretaker being at the bedside every now and then. Where their patient is as comfortable as possible, ensuring they can rest and recuperate. She's never been good at walking away, as most other doctors were when other personnel could take over, and spent far more time with her patients if at all possible. She's a people person through and through. Once he's back in his room and settled, she takes a few moments to fuss and straighten things while they speak. ]

Any preference on what kind? Herbal, black, green? I was thinking of adding honey unless you'd prefer otherwise.

[psychadrellic]

[Once he's back in his room and settled means he's sitting up comfortably in the middle of his bed while his personal respirator delivers a far higher concentration of oxygen to his failing lungs than he can get from the environment. He watches Angela fuss with some bemusement, but overall her presence and her fussing is quite comforting. It's honestly quite pleasant.]

Black with lemon, if you have it, or with honey if not, please.

[cadeuces]

[ At least he doesn't mind, because honestly, she didn't stop so easily for anyone unless she was causing discomfort. Angela sets about her tasks with an amiable tenacity and knew what she wanted to accomplish, and that often meant ensuring everything was within her patient's reach and their sheets and blankets were arranged about them, no bunching beneath and room to cover all toes and limbs when drawn up. His respirator is on and filling the silence with white noise, but once she gets her marching orders she straightens with a smile. ]

Lemon won't be a problem. I'll be right back then.

[ It's only a few minutes, but in that time she's put on the kettle and taken the tissue samples to the lab and properly marked them to get to work on shortly after, returning with a steaming mug of tea laden with plenty of lemon. She's left an additional wedge on the saucer and a small bit of honey should he choose to add it. Good on the throat, especially at the rate he coughs himself hoarse. ]

Here you are, Thane. Is there anything else I can do for you...? If not, I'll likely get right into processing.

[psychadrellic]

[He accepts the tea with a smile and a nod, taking the mug immediately to hand for the first cautious sip.]

Thank you, Doctor Zieg -- Angela. I'm well provided for and comfortable for the moment.

shall we handwave the cure or timeskip to her returning with an answer?

[cadeuces]

You're most welcome. If you're fine, then I'm going to get started. Get some rest, and hopefully I'll see you again in a few hours.

[ She sees herself out after a small bow, since the tea seems to be to his liking and he is otherwise calm, vitals stable. The real fight began now, cracking her nanomachines' code open to apply toward other species, specializing a batch solely for altering the strength of organ tissues over other applications. Too much, and they would lose elasticity to pump as intended, and too little... it would do nothing to improve his current condition. But given a few hours, she should know if it'd be doable at all. ]