Laid Up [Open to visitors]

[notlewis]

Despite how he argued that he was fine, despite how he displayed a range of motion with his wounded shoulder (complete with pained facial expressions and one yell of agony), Medical insisted on tossing Luis in for treatment as soon as they were all back on the ship. His wound was infected and there was a process Stacy needed to go through to clean it all up and make sure it wouldn't turn gangrenous and fall off. That explanation made him a bit more cooperative.

So Luis sat on his bed in the Med Bay, laying on his side, glaring at the ceiling and extremely uncomfortable as a hose-like tentacle contraption was attached to the front and back of his shoulder, placed over the wound like a suction. Yeah. Creepy.

And he'd been caught up and around the place trying to do something productive one too many times, so there was a restraint around his ankle preventing him from standing up or even changing positions too much.

Could they at least have given him a book? This was worse than being trapped in a cave.

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[ternaui.livejournal.com]

The Chancellor had decided to bring some ice cream to the patients still in Medbay.

Behold, therefore, an 8'8" dragonman bearing both plain and strawberry!

Well.... there's a full grown patient over there. But adults like ice cream, too. "Good afternoon," he says without use of vocal chords or lips.

[notlewis]

"Afternoon," Luis said after about twenty seconds of trying to figure out if he was really seeing this or if this was just infection hallucinations starting to rear their ugly heads again.

"Come on in, have a seat. I can't say much for the atmosphere but the beds are comfortable enough I guess."

[ternaui.livejournal.com]

"Thank you. Would you like some ice cream?"

[greennotgold]

Fletcher was visiting the Medbay, with flowers he'd grown for anyone who had been hurt on Avania III. Which was mostly Luis. You gave flowers to people in the hospital, right? So he had a vase of daisies in his arms as he approached Luis's bed.

"Are you okay, Dr. Sera?"

[notlewis]

"Hey, Fletcher," Luis said, sitting up as far as he could while his leg was strapped down. Really, they couldn't trust him not to stand up? That was lousy.

"I'm just fine. Getting the wound all cleaned out of infection, but I'll be good as new in no time."

[greennotgold]

"That's good!" The relief he was feeling was obvious. If it were actually serious, Fletcher didn't know what he would do. "Oh, I brought you these. I thought since this is basically a hospital, and people bring hospital patients flowers..."

[couldputitback]

"You whine like a mule," Faiza quoted. Hey, she liked Robin Hood. Kevin Costner wasn't too bad, either. "You are still alive."

Flashing a quick smile, she stopped by his bed. "Hello, Luis."

[notlewis]

He almost pointed out that last time he died, he wasn't conscious long enough to feel much in the way of pain. But oh well.

"Hello Faiza," he replied, looking glum. "If I promise not to get up and try to work again, will you take this damn restraint off my leg?"

[couldputitback]

"If I thought for a second that you would keep to that promise, I might." She pulled up his chart, frowning slightly. "That infection's not shifting easily, is it?" She hated that. She hadn't had a chance to work on him yet. She was regretting that now.

[hi_there_aliens]

Fletcher didn't seem entirely okay but he also didn't seem like he was going to spill his heart to a complete stranger, which made sense. At least he seemed like he was kind of holding up. The best he could do was offer an ear and let Fletcher decide in the end. Pushing him wasn't going to help, and with that in mind, he let the kid be. Daniel left the area feeling like he was still buzzing with energy. It didn't take him long to troop back down to Medical.

He'd only had time to stop here briefly before to get his shoulder checked out and arm put into a sling, and honestly, he was pretty grateful that was the extent of his stay. He never liked infirmaries. Janet was nice, so where the staff, but usually if you were there, it was either because you were injured or your team was, not because it was a pleasant social call. He'd come to equate infirmaries with a sterile smell, long hours stuck in bed and usually a good deal of pain. Oh, and terrible food. He really had gotten off easy before.

Luis, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. The man was attached to a strange tentacle harness and, Daniel raised an eyebrow as he drew close, was partially restrained to the bed. What just happened here..? Did he want to know?

"Hey," Daniel kept his voice light.

[notlewis]

"Hey, amigo!" Luis said, waving his good arm and sitting up on his elbow. "Come on in! I've been staring at this wall for the past three hours and I can't tell if I'm hallucinating or not, but I'm starting to hear weird music."

He motioned for Daniel to have a seat. "I'm just kidding, by the way," he said. "How are you?"

[hi_there_aliens]

"Must be the sound of you losing your mind to boredom," Daniel said wryly.

Staring at a wall for the past three hours and either counting the pores or finding designs in the surface. Probably while running over all the work piling up. Yeah, he'd been there before. Daniel didn't envy Luis at all. Didn't the staff have any mercy? At least bring the man several books. He could go crazy from boredom.Maybe Daniel could sneak some in.

Taking the hint, the archaeologist sat down. His eyes flicked down to the restraint curiously but bit back the question he was dying to ask.

"I'm good. Just tired. How long are you stuck here? Anything I can do for you?"

[governorkang]

Kang eyed the tentacles for a moment before turning his attention to Luis himself. "I'd bring you some alcohol, but I think they'd chase me out of the med bay, Councilor or no. What happened?"

[notlewis]

"You know what, that is a risk I am willing to take," Luis muttered, shrugging his non-injured shoulder. "I got shot by the Oryans' little crazy nun because I was running my mouth. So you know, my usual luck with the ladies."

[governorkang]

"Not one I am, though. Maybe you shouldn't have come on so strong, then," Kang laughed, pulling up a chair and sitting down. "I saw what she looked like."

[morphitudinous]

Fear not, Dr. Sera, because books are on their way! Billy had a small collection tucked in his arms, an assortment of biology-related nonfiction and sci-fi. He had just barely escaped injuries severe enough for an extended stay himself, and he knew he would be frustrated and bored out of his mind in the same situation. But if Luis was hoping for certain...other books, he would have to ask someone else.

He made a knocking noise on the nearest hard surface, calling out before poking his head in. "Dr. Sera? May I speak with you? I won't take too much of your time, but if you'd prefer I can return later?"

Billy really couldn't stay. There were regressing crew members he needed to worry about and attempt to save, but he wouldn't forget his manners and fail to thank him.

[notlewis]

"Are you kidding? Of course you can speak with me. I'm going crazy in here." Luis gestured for Billy to come over, his eyes especially widening when he noticed the books stacked up in his arms. Please say they're for him...

"Buenas tardes, amigo. How are you?"

[zenithianhero.livejournal.com]

"You appear to be getting better," Lady speaks-very-little commented as she walked near his bed. "It is good to see that you survived."

[notlewis]

"Thanks, amiga. It'll take more than a little bulletwound to take me out," he chuckled. Like a massive tentacle through the chest. That would do it.

[governmentninja]

Leon had decided to check up on Luis, and shook his head as he noticed the restraints.

"Well... at least you're not in a closet this time."

[notlewis]

"Nope," he sighed. "Just on the wrong end of Dr. Hussain's temper. I was just trying to get some work done while I'm stuck in here, you know."

He leaned up on his elbow. "Thanks for bailing me out again, by the way. I was kind of busy growing a massive infection in my shoulder and hallucinating a little bit to say so before now."

[fieldpromoted]

"How is it you can't seem to keep yourself out of trouble?"

Trudy leaned on the railing of Luis's bed, free hand on her hip, shaking her head at him. The sleeves of her bomber jacket were rolled up to the elbow, jacket hung open. She'd been putting in some extra running hours.

She wasn't exactly discreet about looking him over to see how his color was, either. He wasn't supposed to make her worried.

[notlewis]

"Sorry, baby," he said. "I'm as surprised as you are that I picked such a dangerous career. If I knew scientists ended up in the middle of the action so often, I would have picked something nice and safe, like laying dynamite for mines or possibly joining the army."

He smirked at her, shifting in an attempt to get comfortable. "But then again, I do need to work on my bad habit of running my mouth at people who are in the process of kidnapping me."

[medicalmind.livejournal.com]

With Luis laid up, Scarlet had to pick up most of the slack in Contagion, so it was a little while before she had free time to go and check in on him. Still, she knew she was obligated to, since it was her fault he was laid up in the first place.

Still, she showed up eventually, bringing with her a few alien science magazines she'd picked up last shore leave.

"I fed your snails," she said by way of greeting, because it was the first thing that came to mind that wasn't either patronizing or overly apologetic.

[notlewis]

"Oh, thank god," Luis sighed. "I was trying to figure out the best way to ask somebody to do it. I was really worried about them over there."

He grinned as she stepped in, clearly for a visit and not just to inform him about the snails. "Everything still holding together there? Or perhaps is it running more smoothly without me?"