I've got a disease, deep inside me [totally open]

[craaazyisland]

[ooc: Rather than spam the boards with posts for my characters, this thread takes place a few days after everything quiets down in the medbay. If your character wants to speak to either Luis or Steve, this is the place. I won't have the two of them respond to each other (I'm not quite that tasteless), so let me know who you've come a-callin' for. Alternate thread title: I Can't Believe It's Not Muncest.]

In an isolated bed near the back of the medbay, a teenage boy lay restrained. Anyone who'd caught a glimpse of Steve on the day of the incident would have said he looked much better, but he still looked like hell-- bloodless, clammy skin misted with a thin sheen of sweat, veins standing out dark and purple, a facial expression that read he had been sleeping for quite a while and could stand to sleep for quite a while longer. His right shoulder was tightly bandaged, as was his left hand, and a loose bandage had been wrapped around his head to cover his left eye. His hands were still strapped down to the bed and an IV was feeding into his arm, but it looked like the energy and the color were slowly returning to the skinny redhead.

Now if only it wasn't so goddamn boring in here.

There wasn't even the comfort of constant conversation. Dr. Sera kept busy looking out for the injured all over the medbay, and didn't seem much for talk anyway. Any time he didn't spend hunched over the laboratory equipment in the back of the room he spent sort of muttering to himself, staring at charts, or making thinly veiled passes at the female visitors to the medbay. He did have the decency not to hit on the injured.

Still, his brain was fully entrenched in Science Mode and anybody who needed to speak to him would need to flag him down.

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[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Feeling physically refreshed at least, if his mind was still tired from all the thinking he'd done when he'd woken up for a sonic shower or to make himself eat, Luke went down to the MedBay to see if there was some kind of painkiller available. The care he'd gotten after returning had helped a lot, but after sixty years, his body just wasn't as elastic as it used to be.

The dreams probably didn't help either, the ones where his son was walking away from him and no matter how fast or far Luke ran, he couldn't catch up and had to watch Ben slip away.

Still, when he walked in, he spied a familiar face laying on a bed near the back of the place, and wove his way through to stand next to Steve's bed. The young man's injuries made Luke wince inside, but he smiled, happy to see Steve alive. "Hey," he said softly, smiling. "You made it."

[craaazyisland]

Steve had his eyes closed when Luke first approached, but hearing the familiar voice snapped him out of what was about to be another feverish nap. He glanced over at Luke and an embarrassed smile slid across his face. It looked like he shrank a little bit.

"Hey, Luke," he said, his voice sounding a little hoarse. "So did you. I'm okay."

[restoresbalance.livejournal.com]

Luke took in the bandages covering Steve's body, the restraints, the fact he was in the medbay at all, and raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing--in a tired sort of way.

"You sure you're okay?" he asked.

[craaazyisland]

"Yeah," Steve replied. "I sprained my shoulder in the fight and got a little banged up, but... you know. I'm okay now."

He did not sound exactly confident in this statement, and the look on his face read that he already knew Luke knew what had happened.

[letmelive]

Claire was feeling a lot better now that she'd gotten some sleep, and things were slowly returning to whatever normal passed for on this ship. Still, she had a lot of things to do before she could find time to relax, and visiting Steve was probably one of the more important things.

So she dragged herself down to the medbay, and made her way back to Steve's bedside, pulling up the chair nearby. She couldn't help but feel bad for him, he looked sick as hell, and the restraints made it impossible for him to even entertain himself with reading or something.

"Hey," She said quietly, sitting down.

[craaazyisland]

Steve looked like he'd been zoning out at the ceiling and then looked like he nearly jumped out of his skin when somebody spoke. When he saw who it was he smiled a big, awkward smile and after the tiniest of pauses, seemed to think better of it, shifting around and trying to look as normal and un-sick and un-tired as possible.

"Hey Claire," he said weakly. "Dr. Sera said you were fine, but- I'm really glad you didn't get hurt."

[letmelive]

She smiled at his response to her presence, shaking her head a little.

"Everyone else is pretty banged up right now, so it's probably lucky I didn't get hurt too." She couldn't very well look after everyone else when she was laid up herself. "Thank you for what you did for Sherry, by the way."

[craaazyisland]

He didn't look too pleased with himself about the thanks. Mostly he went on looking embarrassed. "Yeah, of course," he replied. "I would never just let her get hurt or killed. I just did what anybody would have."

Though he supposed it could be seen as kind of surprising. He and Sherry didn't exactly get along up to this point.

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Jean moved over to where Steve was resting and checked all the read outs from the machines, making sure things were running smoothly. "So how are you feeling?" she asked, glancing down at him with a small smile.

She knew he was probably feeling pretty bad, probably worse than bad, but she still had to ask.

[craaazyisland]

Really, incredibly bored and really, incredibly sick. Steve had been trying to put on a brave face for any visitors who went by, but Jean was a doctor so she could probably tell when he was full of it.

"Honestly?" he replied, smiling a bit, "Awful."

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

She nodded and picked up a clean towel and carefully wiped his face off. "Well hopefully you'll get to feeling a little better soon." She offered him a reasuring smile. "Doctor Sera, I know, is working hard to try to help you."

She paused, her gaze moving over his face - her expression clearly one of concern. "Do you need anything?"

[craaazyisland]

He really hated these restraints. He didn't like having to be babied and fussed over, though he did appreciate the attention. The med bay staff was taking awfully good care of him, considering he'd come damn close to turning into a nine foot monstrosity and killing everyone in sight.

"Not really, thanks," he sighed. "There's not much to do until it's okay to let me use my hands again."

[ghost-bait.livejournal.com]

There was one person coming into medbay that Steve hadn't met before. At least, not while he'd been awake, anyway. Miku had been helping in medbay during her waking hours, despite the pain of the tattoo stabbing into her arms and chest. Well, what was done was done.

It had occurred to the young woman to check in on her patient, and she stopped beside Dr Sera and reached out timidly to touch him. "Excuse me, doctor?"

[notlewis]

The transition out of Science Mode was an amusing one for Luis. It involved him looking up from his notes and research and staring blankly at the person who had distracted him for a few long, awkward seconds before finally remember things like his name or where he was or what was going on.

"Oh, losientos. What can I do for you?"

[ghost-bait.livejournal.com]

"I..." Bravery, thy name was not Hinasaki Miku. "I had wanted to know if you'd needed me to do anything else?" She fiddled with the black choker around her neck nervously, fingers finding some kind of comfort in the hard, smooth material. "If there isn't, I'll be on my way for the afternoon."

[notlewis]

"Let's see," Luis murmured to himself. He still didn't really like this medical doctor gig and would always prefer being in the back of the lab with a test tube in one hand and a microscope in the other or some such. It was kind of neat having some authority though. Especially when cute girls wanted to help out.

"I guess check in with the individual patients? Stick with this row, though, let the others handle the rest," he said, waving his hand to vaguely highlight "this row."

[feelnothinatall.livejournal.com]

Having a better idea where everything was now and also having had the time to take a break and catch up on well, everything, Ahava decided it would be worth finding out more about her apparent boss and if he really was as... interesting... as he'd seemed over the communication channel.

She made her way down to the medbay and scanned the room until she saw a likely looking man working away industriously. "Dr. Sera?"

[notlewis]

Fortunately for Luis and Ahava's future business relationship, Science Mode did not collapse immediately into Womanizer Mode. Hearing his name, Luis looked over his shoulder, made eye contact with her, and stared for a good few seconds as he tried to readjust back into the state of mind where he talked to other people.

"Dr. Yewande," he said suddenly, a smile crossing his face. "Wonderful to meet you in person, amiga! You've found me." And you're quite beautiful in person! Focus, Luis. Focus.

[feelnothinatall.livejournal.com]

That moment of confusion as Luis switched from Science Mode and back to something that could hold a conversation had Ahava smiling in amusement.

"The feeling's entirely mutual," she said, offering her hand to the man. "And not only because I imagine we'll be working together a bit in the future."

[visserbasher.livejournal.com]

Loren had to see how her rescuer was doing. After all, she'd be dead if it weren't for him. "Steve?"

[craaazyisland]

It looked like he might have been asleep, but upon hearing his name, Steve sat up slightly from his propped-up bed and looked in the direction it came from. "Oh, uh..." It was the girl who'd been with Sherry. He'd rescued her too and he didn't even know her name.

"Hi," he said a little awkwardly. He wished this girl didn't have to see him all bandaged up and tied down like this. She probably had a lot of questions and the sight of him would probably just make her ask more. "How are you? You didn't get hurt, did you?"

[visserbasher.livejournal.com]

"Oh it's nothing bad. I'll be fine in a few days." If she'd stop using her hands so much. "I'm definitely a lot better than I would be if you hadn't showed up. How are you doing? You don't look so good." Which was a vast understatement.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

Sherry hadn't wanted to come see Steve. Not out of spite, but, because of the way things were usually between them. They had their reasons for not getting along, of course (beginning with a C and ending with a laire.), though Sherry knew this wasn't the time to talk about it.

So, instead, she found herself down in medbay, staring at his sleeping form. Not being creepy at all.

[craaazyisland]

Not so much sleeping as vegetating, actually. It was getting into the latter half of his third day being stuck in this bed without moving (weren't they supposed to let you move around, or else you got bedsores or something?) and Dr. Sera was still adamant he keep the restraints on. His left eye under the bandage was still blood red and his injured hand still didn't look quite right, though it was sore and starting to revert back to normal. Once it did, Luis said the restraints could come off. So Steve was actually sitting there, trying to force himself to heal up with any psychic powers he might not have.

He heard somebody breathing next to him and abruptly looked up, nearly jumping.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

Sherry squeaked and jumped back too, her hands flying to her mouth to cover the noise (possibly so some doctor wouldn't swoop down on her like a hawk and kick her out of Medical.

She wasn't entirely sure what to say now. So, she went back to staring at him with her wide, blue eyes.

After all, the last time she'd seen him, he'd been bleeding fire.