Med Bay: Part Two

[cityship]

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]]

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[a_mere_human]

He made a small noise, but didn't press the subject.

"Was there something you needed?"

[encourage]

"I'd like to know how you're feeling, if you've been any more lucid since the changes shown on your chart." Need was a more relative term. If anything, Faiza would be the one to need to know, based on standards from back home.

Then again, home wasn't here. "And if there was anything further I can do for you, right now."

[a_mere_human]

Well, 'like' made it optional, so he take the option to not answer that part. Mostly because he wasn't sure how lucid he was or wasn't anymore. He never knew how long he'd stay in those memories, and the transition from one hallucination into another was always smooth. It was only when he came back that it was jarring, even when he wasn't acting out.

"There's nothing..." He was already losing focus again, so easy was it to fall into these moments. "...nothing..."

He turned his head slightly to the side, looking up at the pink-haired girl at his bedside. He could see the drops of water, floating in the zero gravity. He could see more water, trails of tears that had been streaming down her face.

Feldt had been crying...

[encourage]

Sakura watched without comment, wishing she could better monitor him in a way she preferred. As it was, she kept half her attention on Stacy's readouts, the other half on him directly. Part of her was glad he was healing internally. The other wondered about these fits, and if they were a physical effect, or something else.

And if she needed to be speaking to draw him out of them, or if it would be more like how he'd been in the hangar.

"Nothing I can do right now." She doesn't like saying that, if admitting her limitations and then striving to overcome them had been part of her life for years. Issues with the mind, hallucinations that weren't genjutsu based? Beyond her, in so many ways.

[a_mere_human]

It was beyond him too. Though he seemed to have heard her. His expression went from an oddly gentle expression to one of slight confusion.

"...Feldt?"

"Setsuna!" She threw her arms around him in a hug, and he could feel her crying against him.

She had really been worried about him.

He turned his head towards her a bit more, leaning his head against hers a bit. He reached with his arm to lightly hug her back...

...but the restraints stopped the motion. That jolted him out of his trance as he looked down at his arm in confusion. As reality further intruded, he could feel that memory slipping from his grasp, and back to the recesses of his mind. He tried to hold onto it, but he'd have an easier time grabbing hold of the wind.

Once he was back to reality, his eyes locked on to Sakura. He opened his mouth, looking as if he needed to tell her something important, but not a sound came out. He could practically feel the syllables on the tip of his tongue, but he could also feel them crumbling into dust.

Eventually he closed his mouth, and laid his head back in quiet frustration. He didn't know what he had just seen, but the echo it left behind told him that he had just forgot something important.



"...No, nothing you can do."

[encourage]

She feels that familiar frustration, if it's unfamiliar in this setting. Being unable to help grated on her, especially as she found she really wanted to. Whoever Feldt was, and whatever Setsuna had been seeing, meant something to him. That he'd seemed ready to say something he never ended up articulating almost made it worse.

Really, what was going on for him?

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I'll see if I can't help change that." He might not want her to expend the time or effort (or more to the point, wouldn't want to cooperate), but it was increasingly apparent to her she needed to study more of what made the mind work than she ever had before.

Giving up would never be an option. Growing stronger, getting better, learning more -- all of those were.