Med Bay: Part Two
With the end of Quarantine, all of the patients who'd been kept in the bubbles had been released (with the exception of those that Medical felt weren't safe to release), and brought back to the Med Bay proper. Some of them might leave, with family or friends to look after them, but others might remain in the Med Bay. Others still were only just arriving, their loss of time not discovered until after Quarantine had ended.
But regardless of whether the affected were staying in the Med Bay or leaving, until this crisis was solved, Medical would continue to check up on the them.
[[ooc: Just make whatever threads you'd like to have set in med bay guys, and feel free to use this post for all Med Bay stuff for the rest of the plot. Just make sure to mark whether your thread is open, closed, or just for a particular group of people, e.g. Medical staff]]
But regardless of whether the affected were staying in the Med Bay or leaving, until this crisis was solved, Medical would continue to check up on the them.
[[ooc: Just make whatever threads you'd like to have set in med bay guys, and feel free to use this post for all Med Bay stuff for the rest of the plot. Just make sure to mark whether your thread is open, closed, or just for a particular group of people, e.g. Medical staff]]
[Closed to Rory and Conner]
It was something he'd rather work around. This would help, at least for the moment until a more permanent solution could be found.
He scanned the room, lips quirking into a faint smile when he spotted his target. "Hello, Conner. How are you feeling?"
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"'Sup! I'm fine," Superboy said. "Glad to finally be out of that hamster ball!"
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"Nah, these are fine."
He took them gratefully, and then looked taken aback for a moment, as if, for once in his life, he didn't know what to say.
"Uh, thanks," he eventually settled on. "For...you know."
He was a teenager. It was hard to admit things like this.
"For helpin' me out with all this. I know it's your job, but sitting around keepin' me entertained wasn't."
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He had a feeling that for Conner, it would get worse before it got better, and if the normal channels of helping a kid with nowhere else to go were closed to him, he'd simply need to take responsibility of the matter himself.
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There was a way that teenagers could do a full shoulder shrug in the direction of something, of pointing to it with the utmost casualness, and Superboy was just as well-versed in the method as any other teen. It was what he did in the direction of the door.
"After swapping out my threads, I'm gonna go find my friends. Need to ask some of 'em how we even became friends, for the ones I can't remember."
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He nodded. "Good. I'm sure they will be glad to tell you and to see you. I'd suggest writing it down, if things continue the way they are, notes in your own hand...well, might be a bit more believable. Right?"
He really was reminded of some of the children from home, the ones without anything or anyone to look after them. It was a bit depressing, to encounter something so mundanely tragic in this situation. But mundanely tragic could be handled. He knew how to deal with homeless teenagers. Or at least well enough that he could probably pass.
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Now no longer at risk of clobbering everyone, he wasn't under the red sunlamps anymore, and that meant he could fly.
Taking to the air, he gave a little wave of his free hand and said, "Thanks again."
Then he was off, but he looked at the sweatpants with an odd, interminable expression as he flew off. Something approaching appreciation. He wasn't used to people fussing over him so much is what it was. Everyone expected him to bounce back and take care of himself, but sometimes it wasn't so bad to be taken care of...