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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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I'm surprised they haven't put you into cryo yet. That seems to be the standard procedure around here.
[ There's a brief pause once the chair was by the bed and then he offers, ] Do you want anything to eat? Drink?
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[A small shrug. Everyone dies eventually. While he's not happy about his own impending death, he's also at peace with it, and doesn't see much point in putting it off.]
I don't need anything, for the time being. Thank you, though.
[Aaaaaand enough about Thane!]
How have you been since returning to the ship?
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Nihlus blinks slowly at the thought, wondering quietly at the Drell's tone.
Banner had briefly mentioned the res-tech in the introductory letter. Thane should be aware. It wasn't always consistent, but statistically? It'd worked more often than not- and Thane?
Thane wasn't. Well.
Dead. ]
I've... been busy.
[ He shakes himself out of the thoughts, idly wondering how he should go about this delicately. There is, after all, still a chance that Thane will actually die. ]
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That aside, though, he tilts his head curiously to one side at Nihlus' distracted-sounding response.]
Is everything alright?
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[ There. That's delicate, right? ]
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[Super delicate! Please enjoy this question in return:]
Are you familiar with the effects of Kepral's Syndrome?
[Drell aren't super common, even where they're both from, and general knowledge of all of the various poor health conditions they can suffer from is even less common, but Nihlus is a smart, worldly guy; maybe he's heard of it and Thane won't have to explain it.]
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[ Saren had always been a vast ocean of knowledge with a rather morbid leaning, especially in regards to xenobiology. The man hadn't pulled the cure for the Genophage out of nothing after all.
Mostly, it was for various practical applications of killing, maiming or crippling.
Other times it was quiet discussions of diseases between relays and stations watching starlight streak by in the gloom.
It was... a somewhat unwelcome bout of nostalgia. Nihlus does his best not to show it. ]
Thane, I've seen a human woman get sliced in half come back from the dead a few weeks later. And Tali literally had her chirality flipped after some time in cryo.
[ And he remembers the medical room in Del-Pascia, seeing Shepard looking like bruised and bleeding, looking like death. Seeing the gaping point-blank bullet wound in his own head.
The Ingress had brought them from that somehow, alive and whole.
He clamps his mandibles against his jaw, intertwining his fingers. ]
The staff here will find a way, I'm sure.