Don't call the doctors, 'cause they've seen it all before [semi-open]

[pallantias]

Who: Athena, Simon Tam, Meh Yewell, and anyone else who wants to join in
When: A couple days after the intro log
Where:The medbay
What:Tfw your hunger strike sends you to the medbay >:T
Warnings: Self-starvation


I might be catching so don’t touch [Closed to Simon Tam || Meh Yewell]
This is pointless. I’m not sick. I’m not injured. I have no reason to be here.

[These are the words you may hear floating into the main room as the doors to the medbay slide open. Athena’s been escorted there, obviously not entirely by her own free will, though thankfully she doesn’t have to be sedated and physically dragged there like she did upon arrival. For one, this uniform offers even less protection from sedative-filled needles than her armor did, and secondly, she doesn’t have near the energy for the evasive maneuvers she would otherwise use to compensate for this. So she lets herself be led, albeit grudgingly.

She glares over her shoulder as the doors slide shut behind her and she’s left alone in the main room. She’ll also glare at any uniformed person who tries approaching her.]

I do not need treatment, [she says shortly. Her appearance, however, would beg to differ. Her skin is sallow, her face gaunt, and her uniform seems to hang a bit too loosely about her. Doesn’t stop her from looking at you as if she’s imagining twisting your head off like a bottle cap and, against all odds, like she could succeed.]

You’ll start believing you’re immune to gravity and stuff [OTA]
[If you enter the medbay at any time afterwards, you might find yourself being stared at very intently. For once, Athena’s intentions aren’t confrontational. She’s just bored. Oh my god, she is so bored. At least when bandits had taken her prisoner, they had provided her with interesting conversation every once and awhile. This “IV drip” is not nearly as diverting. The only reason she hasn’t ripped it out of her wrist and stormed off is because she’s been told if she stays on it for a day and then starts eating actual food, she’ll be able to leave the medbay and that is currently her top priority.

Feel free to talk to her. Or shoot at her. Or spontaneously combust. Honestly, she’s so bored she’d take anything at this point.]

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[pallantias]

[Her expression when the man enters is wary, but not overtly hostile. Truth be told, she’s not interested in scaring off any visitors to the medbay -- it’s dull enough as it without being entirely depopulated of people.

The man appears to be human and utterly unremarkable. But after hours of nothing to listen to but the constant drip of the IV, she’s somewhat more conversational than usual.]

Who are you?

[“The usual” is generally just silence, for reference.]

[heliakal]

[ The woman shows no obvious injures, just a bored look and an IV. Clark wanders closer since she doesn't seem opposed to company. ]

Clark Kent. And you?

[pallantias]

[Her gaze tracks him as he enters the room, alert as ever despite her boredom.]

Athena.

[He doesn’t have the same uniform as the other medics, Athena notices that much.]

Are you injured?

[The unspoken second question being ’And if not, why are you in here?’]

[heliakal]

No, just passing through. I didn't realize anyone was still here.

[ She could very well be the Athena, considering who the Ingress seems capable of pulling through, but Clark keeps his hands visible, and stops a respectful distance from her bed. He might not have a lot of experience with injuries himself, but he knows that people can be a little more sensitive when they're hurt.

Now that he's closer, he can tell she looks a little pale, and the hollows of her cheeks seem sharper than they should be. He doesn't like to assume too much, he isn't a doctor after all, but he does have some idea of how that happens. ]

What are you in for? It seems kind of lonely.

[pallantias]

[She says nothing in response to his explanation. She doesn’t understand why someone would waste time visiting a stranger in the medbay -- maybe life on the ship is really so tedious that there’s nothing else to do. You would think there would be more work for people to do considering the size of the crew relative to the size of the ship.

His next question gets an irritated look seemingly directed at the wall.] Something stupid.

[She’d rather not say more, because she knows how it will sound. Didn’t know how it sounded when she was first brought in here until she saw the reactions of the doctors when she explained exactly why she hadn’t been eating.]

It’s nothing contagious if that’s what you’re worried about.