When you were young and your heart was an open book

[megamind]

CHARACTERS: Megamind, Roxanne, and a myriad of others -visitors, guards, medical personnel.
LOCATION: Medbay
WARNINGS: Possible discussion of gore and injury, death threats, who knows.
SUMMARY: Megamind's in the medbay. So are a lot of other people coming and going.
NOTES: Feel fee to use this as a gathering thread; your character may come for medical treatment- specify if you have an open thread, or if you want to see Megamind or other specific characters (arrange scenes with anyone other than Megamind and Roxanne with the players in question personally, please!)

He was a mess; the bullet missed Megamind's heart, but his body had never been made for the gravity in which it had been raised. His blood pressure elevated, he bled like crazy. After a couple of touch-and-go days, he seemed to even out, though he was low in blood and completely comatose. Without enough blood to run that big brain? Who could say if there'd be brain damage later. With no medical records to compare to, Megamind's condition would remain a question until he opened his eyes and spoke again.

But that doesn't mean he wasn't going to. He was just taking his good sweet time about getting there. Eventually, he would. Someday. Today, maybe. It might be a good day for that...

...here's hoping it was a good day for everybody else.

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CLOSED-- to Roxanne

[megamind]

He was--first aware of the pain. Heavy, in his chest. Breathing difficulty? Check. His first real conscious breath was deep, hitched, and made him cough once, swallow the taste of his own blood down.

He flexed unused vocal cords, but it came out a croak. Another cough, eyelids fluttering, and Megamind peered about.

"...nngh. Well. Ch--chock that up as a loss."

[notpanicking]

Being rehydrated by a puddle of Megamind's own blood and thrown into the foray nauseated, disoriented, and confused hadn't been exactly what Roxanne was counting on. Her last memory being the DE-gun pointed in her face, she'd been immediately swept into what felt like a dreamless sleep for an indeterminable amount of time. She'd never been dehydrated before, so all of it was new and a little bit scary.

Not that Megamind himself was scary -- but when someone had prided themselves on never actually doing anything to you for ten years then they've suddenly turned you into a cube and used you asa hostage...well.

It makes a person angry on awakening.

But then she'd seen the chaos, the blood -- and she'd nearly lost consciousness solely based on the fact her body had been depleted of water for however many days, and right on awaking she was thrown into a damn war zone.

But she kept it together, stayed by his side when he was rushed to medical, retreating when necessary to give room to whatever medical personnel needed it. But once they were done, and she was able to get close?

She was right there, by his side, sleeping on a cot or holding his hand and talking to him when awake.

So, that first breath on his own, those first words uttered? She was right there.

"Megamind?"

[megamind]

He's a little bit confused, a bit groggy-- and that Roxanne is the first person he seeS? Well, it's a little confusing; normally if he's taken a pummeling this bad-- he wakes up in prison.

But--

He's not a home. The memory seeps in slowly. Ah. Yes. Of course. Yes, she's probably alright, but his gaze turns sharper and more focused, as he looks at her. Checking her out, looking for injury-- anything. He's holding very still, trying not to reveal just how thorough the scrutiny is, or--

--how deep the fear runs that she might've been hurt.

open!

[megamind]

After Roxanne had-- had her time, eventually, other people-- select people, anyway-- were allowed to get closer to Megamind. For a reasonable distance level of close. He was not, at the moment, a popular guy.

[goldshirt]

It figured, that shit would go downhill. This wasn't the first time Jim had stopped by medical to check on the alien's status, something that had been up in the air since this whole thing had been circumvented. But he'd never intended for the guy to get shot.

He'd told them not to use excessive force; but that was the thing, wasn't it? He wasn't in charge. He couldn't control what happened. And now more people were hurt.

This guy could die, and though Jim was thankful he'd managed to defer the shot to what would be less than lethal in anyone with a more solid physiology, the results had still be catastrophic. He'd been the one with Megamind's blood on his hands, trying to stop the bleeding before the doctors could get to him.

He picks up the chart at the base of the guy's bed, but it doesn't tell him anything he doesn't already know.

[megamind]

Green eyes open -- just slivers of color, green beyond dark lashes, blue skin. But he smirks, then, watching Jim as he reads that chart, before he says: "Nothing worked as planned, did it?"

Not for either of them. He can take pleasure in that. There is, he found, always a sort of victory to be found in losing. Shaking Jim Kirk's confidence? That's solidly in the win column, dammit.

who let this asshole into medbay

[testgasm]

It was a good week to be Wheatley. Thirty minutes of mutiny-induced chaos aside, he'd come up with an idea, had at least half a dozen people tell him it was a good idea, and then basked in the glory of an "I told you so" when Megamind revealed himself to be the raging lunatic Wheatley had always known him to be. Of course the mutiny attempt had failed--and now he'd get to deliver a big "I told you so" for that, too.

Yeah. This was good.

He couldn't care less that Giant Blue Wanker had almost died--empathy, actually feeling bad for someone else, was as foreign to him as being a functional human. What mattered to Wheatley was that he'd been right, and the biggest thorn in his side was stuck in med bay because he was stupid and now he could gloat.

Step 1: Lean in the doorway with the very best shit-eating grin he could possibly muster.

Step 2: Slow clap.

"Tremendous," he smirked, voice positively dripping with complacency. "I knew you were going to crash and burn, but wow, that was spectacular. I mean, obviously it was going to be good. But I had no idea it was going to be this good."

[megamind]

Hey, it was way more than thirty minutes. It was a couple of hours of chaos, though he was put down very early into it. But he hasn't woken up in some time-- till recently, very recently.

Like, oh, opening his eyes now.

"...oh? You." He yawns, and then winces. Yeah, everything still hurts. But he watches the ex-robot clap, and says, "Yes, enjoy your moment of triumph. For-- a certain meaning of triumph. Perhaps schadenfreude? Yes, that's more like it."

[hummerdoc]

Ratchet had been quiet, efficient, once they had brought in the injured Megamind to the medbay. He was not about to add his voice to the many others who had already spoken, though he did deplore the methods, yet not the reasoning behind it.

He waited for the small parade of 'visitors' to end, keeping a stern eye on them to make sure they didn't overtax his patient.

[megamind]

He was-- doing alright. And doesn't know what to do beyond drift in and out of consciousness. He didn't really have much to say to anyone who wasn't Roxanne, though he did speak to his visitors like Jim or Wheatley--

--to a point.

In the mean time, he slept. There's no reason to do anything other that sleep. He needs to heal.

[swagneto]

It's one thing for Erik to hold a fight with Megamind over his own beliefs, it's another to come down and check up on him after the events that had transpired. He couldn't entirely disagree with the man, because his beliefs lay somewhere along the same lines, something to concede at a later point, after they had properly held a conversation that wasn't in between mayhem and running after a few errant bots on the verge of destruction.

The cooldown at least, was needed, as Erik stood just a few short feet away from his bed, arms folded across his chest as he eyed the man, this time in better detail than over an audio conversation.

"Were you expecting this ending?" It's meant to rouse him out of his sleep, because Erik hadn't bothered to come by in the first day, figuring everyone else was likely to attend to him, deal with matters that had transpired. What he wanted was an open dialogue with someone whose ideals fell so closely along his own lines.

[megamind]

Megamind's green eyes crack open -- slowly, because those are some seriously good drugs they're pumping into him, and it leaves him drowsy a lot of the time. Still, he recognizes the voice and drags himself back to the waking world to deal with it.

"Does it matter what I was expecting? I mean, this was certainly in the--" YAAAAAAAWN, "variables. Though I didn't count on Kirk being so foolish as to take a woman who brought a gun to a laser fight. They have only one purpose: to end life. It's not in line with his personal philosophy."

He shifts, getting comfortable, and then asks, rather to the point, "Why did you drop by, anyway? To gloat? No, no, I don't think gloating. You don't seem the gloater type."

i hope action is ok!

[laufeysons]

[ Loki waits until Megamind is alone—or as alone as he can be when he's in the medbay and pretty much the Tranquility's most wanted criminal—before he approaches. Except he doesn't so much approach as suddenly appear, having stepped out of no where to land himself at Megamind's bedside.

He knows they've never really spoken before, but Loki has seen him around in that quiet creepy way he tends to see everyone around. Only initiating contact when he feels a need, when he's intrigued, curious. And this is definitely one of those instances.

From one supervillain to another, ]

I take it this wasn't exactly the ending you had planned.

fine by me!

[megamind]

[Megamind's eyes open, and he focuses on this new face. Hmm. He's seen this one but he keeps to himself. Doesn't know him very well. Not a lot of network chatter to really work with-- or maybe his brain's just sluggish in bringing the information up. Morphine really makes it difficult to think.]

No, but rarely do we get the ending we planned.

Doesn't mean it's not salvageable. Can't make an omelet without the proverbial egg getting broken.

Re: open!

[re_imagining]

Caprica had seen the explosion on the network following Roxanne Ritchi's post -- the woman that Megamind had kidnapped along with Jane Foster during his attempt to take over the ship.

An attempt that had failed, but Caprica was also a believer in learning from your mistakes.

Especially mistakes that included attempting to wipe out all of humanity, though that isn't something she is going to be discussing.

Still -- she had a feeling that revealing all of his secrets and his past wasn't going to go over well with him, and therefore took a detour on her way from the kitchens to her room to stop by the medbay.

She slips in unseen, and comes to stand by his bedside, just out of reach.

"Megamind."

open!

[goldshirt]

Jim is starting, he thinks, to spend way too much time in medical. He thinks that about this time, McCoy would be telling him he's pushing himself too hard, but it's too difficult to think about that, now. They're pushing five months and things don't seem to have changed. He's been playing diplomacy since he arrived, there's been an attack, missing people, possible homicide, something on the ship, missing leaders, and now a mutiny that nearly resulted in another death.

He hates to admit it, but he's starting to feel the wear and tear. Fatigue was something he could push valiantly through, hell he'd been on worse benders, but even he had to admit things were getting rough. Jim presses his fingers into his eyes, lingering in the far side of medical away from Megamind's bed, trying to shove memories that aren't his own out of his mind.

He's just tired, is all. Just tired.

[theguidinghand]

Kirk is soft.

That much Guide has known since the start of all this nonsense. True, the human is admirable for his tenacity in the face of adversity, but he has yet to learn that not all problems can be solved with talk and gesturing. Some situations call for a knife.

He approaches Kirk, off hand laid against his side. The hunger is becoming harder to repress, to keep under control. Worse still, he has had to use some of the strength he's gleaned from the other passengers to heal the shocks from the electricity traps. The pain is more than a dull throb in his chest now, and it will not be long before he grows weak. But a bit of pressure relieves it just enough for him to keep a civil tongue, however blunt.

"If he ever wakes, will you offer him the same sort of mercy?" he asks, circling around to Kirk's side.

[theblogger]

"He'll probably live," John tells him in low notes as he approaches, rolling off his gloves and tossing them into a nearby bin. He doesn't miss. "The medical records we had for him weren't actually added to the mass list, so it wasn't a sure thing. He'll be about as weak as a kitten for at least a week. I suspect he'll wake up soon."

There's some familiarity between them now. Where Jim has fought the battle, John is trying to help scrape up the scraps left over. No deaths yet, thank god, but it's been a near thing in a few cases brought in, Megamind included. He's tired, and ignoring it.

"What happened out there? What was he even trying to do?"

[notpanicking]

Roxanne is there too, constantly by the blue man's side looking just as tired and haggard as Kirk himself. She can't bring herself to sleep anywhere else, so it's the cot and a thin blanket for Roxanne, usually accompanied by a cup of strong coffee to assist in keeping her awake. That worked, up until a certain point when her body would just give up on her and allow her a few hours rest, but then she's awake again, watching, waiting.

She's awake now, and her blue eyes follow Kirk in his corner, until she finally gets up after talking to Megamind, and makes her way over.

"His plans usually aren't so bloody."

i hope action is ok!

[laufeysons]

[ Ah, this James Kirk is another one Loki's been keeping on tabs on. So it came as no surprise to Loki when Kirk rose to the call of duty in this whole mess, just as he had been leading the terrified masses during the last crisis and Loki suspects he's been doing this for much longer than he's been on the Tranquility.

Secretly, Loki resents him. ]

You seem tired, Jim Kirk. [ But outwardly, Loki appears just another concerned passenger, as he approaches with his hands behind his back. Even if there's something a little...off about him. That kind of off that you can't quite put your finger on, but you can feel it there, an itch in the irrational, animal part of your brain. ] Understandable, considering your efforts in this most recent ordeal.

For which you have my sincerest gratitude. I believe I speak for everyone when I say, [ here puts a hand on Kirk's shoulder, and it might feel too cold, unnatural, ] thank you.

I AM THE LATEST i love you?

[widowing]

Natasha hasn't been here long at all. In fact, it's her first extended stay in medical, but it already feels like too long, because in her opinion, she shouldn't have ended up there in the first place. It's not the first time she's received an injury in battle; it's not even the most serious one she's ever sustained, but she's still angry that it happened. She's supposed to be better than that.

She's supposed to be taking it easy, but she feels steady enough now that she gets out of bed and makes her way over to Jim when she spots him in the room. Some noise is made to alert him that she's approaching, but she remains otherwise quiet, giving him a moment before she speaks.

"How'd you make out?"

[awakenings]

She really, really doesn't want to be there.

For all that John Watson and the other doctors are helpful - kind, even - she just doesn't like the feeling of being watched or examined in any way. Hell, it wasn't even enough to warrant half the attention she received. The worst part had been the metal that had scraped her skin, more so than the twist of the ankle itself. But within hours, she had felt better, and as time continues, she can even feel like she can walk on it without much trouble.

So, her first stop is to go and find Kirk and make sure he's not running himself up a wall with stress. And when she finds him, while he doesn't seem bothered, he does seem preoccupied and worn too thin.

"You need to take a break sometime." Like she said before.

open!

[hummerdoc]

Ratchet was busy in the medbay, keeping an eye on the confined patient, and any others who felt the need to pay the medbay a visit.

So he was either inventorying supplies, or studying a datapad filled with strange symbols, or even making an attempt on keeping up with the medical records of those wheo had paid a medical visit.

Why would you tag this? It's sooo late.

[theblogger]

Things in the medbay have died down enough that John can sit down and breathe again. He'd been under more stress in the past few days than he had for the past few months. But. So far as John and anyone knew, no one was dead from the incident. There had been close calls, but even the most concerning patient (both in severity of the wound and the attack that had earned him it), Megamind, was beginning to stir from his coma.

Meanwhile, John was sitting down to make a record of the injuries incurred. All things considered, he should be sleeping, but there was a stubbornness to him that made him unable to be the first to leave. He had more or less bullied Ratchet off to sleep for a bit, and was beginning to feel the pain for it. He could hold out, though, surely.

John worked at the datapad one-handed by now, his other hand supporting his heavy head. He certainly was not beginning to drift off or anything.

because it looks delicious and inviting B|

[firstofficer]

The entirety of the ship has been in consistent movement for more hours than he cares to calculate. It is by no means the first emergency scenario he has dealt with personally, and at this point, not the first that the passengers of the Tranquility have come together upon. These is some granule of assurance perhaps, to be found in that realization.

But assurance has been, will always be, something set aside for a later date. The crisis is averted, but is too complex a matter, ultimately, to end there. No sooner had their party regrouped, than focus had readjusted. The injured would need care. The ship itself would require maintenance in no small measure.

Ultimately, it was duty that had brought Spock to the medical bay. But it was something else entirely that had him walking through the door with a mug of fresh coffee in hand.

"Doctor."