02. you know I'm not dead [open]

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CHARACTERS: Harry Potter & you
LOCATION: Medical Bay
WARNINGS: PG-13 to R for references to graphic violence, monsters, etc.
SUMMARY: During the modplot, Harry Potter is wheeled in with a Muttation bite on his arm. He winds up camping out uncomfortably in the Medical Bay, sardined in with uncles and friends and SEC personnel, making occasional ventures out into the corridor, PERHAPS IN THINE LOVELY COMPANY.
NOTES: Backdated! For corridor patrol, I don't mind if I get +1 rescuer and +1 person lost/struggling in the corridors to save. Here to plot if need be.


{{ EMERGENCY INTAKE }}

[Moreso than usual-- moreso than ever, the Medbay is on lockdown and high-alert, guarded by SEC personnel who are armed to the teeth, every emergency and living supply made available. Harry notices this kind of, but mostly it goes by in a blur.

Because Harry's being rushed along on a gurney, the left lens of his glasses shattered, and his leg bound up haphazardly in a first application of gauze. The human-faced patchy-furred kind-of-dog thing got him good. Harry hadn't heard his bones break, but he wouldn't put money on that, and the Xenomorph carved up his shirt good too.] Bloody Hell, [he says to the ceiling. This is quite some potty talk, for him.

Crookshanks yowls, perched on his belly. The cat seems to be glaring at anybody who comes near, but restraining himself from actively attacking.]

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{{ SITTING AROUND FREAKING OUT DOING NOTHING }}

[Sleep is impossible. Maybe it's because the makeshift dorm area is between the pods, which has any number of bizarre effects and connotations. For example, they spend enough of their time here in forced sleep, prehensile tubes jammed down their throats. For another, there are a couple of comatose people floating around ghost-like. It's a little creepy.

Maybe it's because there are monsters only a few walls away. For the third time of the night-time hours, Harry turns over on his pile of bedding, sighing loudly. He picks up his glasses for the third time, and then sits himself up. He finds his feet in an ungainly way, but he's mostly healed: barely a limp now, thanks to the combination of nanites and essence of dittany.] Hey, [he notices another person sitting up, a silhouette.

He whispers,] Want some tea? I'm going to make some. [Harry flashes a grin, friendly in the dark. Starts to move, stiffly toward the blue light of the doorway.]

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{{ CORRIDOR PATROL }}

[This time, Harry's going to bring his broom.

He swings a leg over-- seamlessly now, and without pain. Settles onto the shaft in a completely non-sexual way, and glances back over his shoulder.] Come on, then, [he calls out.]

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[Harry notices that his uncle is being defensive, but it doesn't bother him. It wasn't so long ago that he's a child. Hell, he's still a child, compared to the potentiality of wizard age ranges. Anyhow, it's dude stuff. y'know.

Contagious dude stuff, as it were.] I did, [he replies, rather quickly. As they make their way out, Harry beelines quite promptly to the setup of cups and food supplies they have out. He'd made note of it earlier, at some point between getting stitched up and going to bed. He isn't the kind of caving in hungry all the time he was in his earlier, but it had seemed rather important even then.] Sort of. It's how I got nicked in the first place. Well, that and I was going after Crookshanks.

Who probably could've taken care of himself. [Harry frowns a little, picks up the water boiler to bring over to the sink. He could probably just wave a wand at it, but it the Muggle isn't all gone from him now.] What do you mean time goes queer?

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Wobbly. [ There, isn't that clearer? Remus watches him cross to the sink without any raised eyebrows—he would do it that way, too. Just because you can magic something doesn't mean you ought to. ] I went out there once, and I kept changing back and forth.

[ He leans on the edge of a work counter, not sitting on it only by virtue of having legs long enough to keep his feet on the ground. ]

It was a bad week.

[ Not that this week is much better. He takes his comms device out while Harry is handling the water, checking compulsively for word from Sirius or Kate or anyone at all. ]

Crookshanks the cat?

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[Harry almost stops in the middle of filling the electronic kettle, turning to look at the other wizard, surprised. Changing back and forth.] Blimey, [he says. He's heard about the corridors. He knows that getting back to safety is no easy matter, even if one noticed quite soon that things were going horribly wrong.

He looks at Remus for just a moment longer, before turning his attention back to the faucet. Water goes in, fizzy and white.] Crookshanks the cat, [he confirms.] Couldn't leave him, and I was a bit full of myself to be honest. I thought I had the spells and the dittany. [He makes a face, and closes the top of the kettle. Brings it back to the heating component, and the tiny light goes on when it starts.]

I might go again, later. My broom's in the locker. [Remus was never properly in the category of disapproving and over-protective adults where Harry would get all cagey around them. He still isn't.]

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You shouldn't go alone.

[ He glances up from his comms device long enough to try to catch Harry's eye, to make sure he knows he means it and isn't just reciting precautions offhand. Don't go alone. That's as Over-Protective Adult as Remus gets. It isn't much different from Mildly Protective Friend. ]

I'm sure Crookshanks appreciates your thinking of him. [ Even though, yeah, he probably could have taken care of himself. ] What bit you?

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[Harry nods at the werewolf-- he won't go alone. At least, right when he's nodding, he believes that he isn't going to go in alone.

He might change his mind, but probably only under relatively sensible circumstances. Steam starts to seep out of the nose of the kettle so he gets some cups ready, pushes some tins of different kinds of tea closer to Remus so he can pick.] I don't know what it's called. [The latter question, he answers aloud.] I'm fairly confident it wasn't from our world.

Its body was something between a big dog and a small bear. Huge muscles, small ears. But its face was really odd-- I mean. Their faces all looked different, and more like people than animals, short snouts and all colors in their eyes. [Harry looks pensive.] It was a monster from someone else's world, wasn't it? Another passenger's?

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[ How about he just DOESN'T GO ALONE.

But Remus takes his nod at face value, being so far only mildly acquainted with the habits of Harry Potters. He should probably worry more, but he's presently under the impression that Harry takes after Lily almost exclusive to anything or anyone else.

He taps one of the tins. He would offer to help—he is that polite—but tea is a one-man job. He focuses on answering instead, abandoning his comms device to the countertop beside his hip. ]

Yes, probably. [ It sounds grotesque. Remus raises and lowers his eyebrows, like a shrug. ] It's almost comforting, I think, knowing our world isn't necessarily the the worst one.

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[Harry's face creases briefly into a grimace. He selects himself some chai tea cuz he's still a baby, and installs some sugar in an empty cup. Pushes over the jar to the other wizard next.] Well, I'd take people-faced dog-bears over dementors any day, [he answers, quite frankly.] Although I can't say I know how they were born or anything like that.

And I was on the network the other day. [Harry sits himself down in one of the chairs, glancing briefly at the small jet of steam starting up enthusiastically out of the kettle. He gestures for Remus to go first.] There's an awful lot of worlds where everyone's dead or nearly dead, isn't it? Last I was home, there were more than six billion Muggles on the planet. But some of these ones I've read about, there are only a few hundred thousand, maybe.