maskormenacelogs | an excuse to use his one sad icon aka Hospital recovery

WHO:Glitch + you, probably just cr though
WHERE: De Chima Hospital
WHEN: A week to two weeks depending on healing after swear in
WHAT: Glitch's recovering from gassing/injuries. Fun times.
WARNINGS: Hallucination leftovers and general mopey behaviour.

[ Glitch had been rendered unconscious during his own tiny rampage of fear gassing at the swear in. For the first two days, the doctors advise against visitors due to Glitch still not having all of the drug out of his system. He lashed out at several nurses to the point they had to strap a nullifier on him so he wouldn't go attempting to electrocute them again.

Day three and onwards however? Glitch is faring better. Physically, anyways. He can have visitors now, but, during some of his episodes now he requires to have a blindfold on hand. For the off chance the hallucinations spike again. On the day of his beginning lucidity he sends out a mass text to his friends (yes, surprisingly he has those) where he is.

Entering the room, Glitch looks even skinnier than he usually does. Face sickly and sweaty and his eyes show signs of not sleeping well. He faces the window not paying much attention to his surroundings looking hollow and dead eyed. The things he saw still stick to his brain like some kind of leech, draining away at any of his energy. The things he did still are a blur to him.

Maybe talking would help. ]

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[ It's surprise enough for Glitch when he hears the voice at his door. He turns his head from the window to his visitor, but visibly winces when he catches sight of them. Motoko appears to him as some kind of malformed humanoid, machine and human meshed together into some gorey, Akiraesc contraption. His fingers tighten on his sheets and while he can hear her words as what they were visual reality was still taking it's time to catch up. ]

G-gimme a sec, it's a bad one today. [ His eyes are shut tight and he feels around on the bed for the blindfold he was given...

it's sadly on the floor and no where in his reach, but he's pretty desperate to shut out his vision for a bit. The longer he tries to find it the more he hates the situation. He's feeling it all over again, like in childhood. Completely helpless and useless and at the mercy of someone else's power. It makes his stomach churn and all he wants to do is run a knife through person who caused this stupid head.]

[Her own bought with the fear toxin was completely internal, and she'd finally managed to power through it. The hallucinations that others are experiencing is probably not unlike a hack, where you can't tell reality from fantasy. It has to be a terrifying experience.]

I can come back another time if you're not feeling up to it today.

[Her voice is... concerned, as apposed to her usual authoritative tone. She stays stationary in the entrance, not wanting to trigger him further by encroaching on her personal space.]

No, no. It's fine. Not gonna let some stupid shit take away actual company. [ Being locked up in a hospital alone was getting sort of depressing, even for him. And it's not like he had much interest in television.

So, when he can't find his blindfold he decides to just tear a strip off his sheet and ties it around his eyes. He's not sorry. When it's firmly on, he turns to look in the general direction where the major was earlier. His face somewhat neutral as he gives a tiny wave. ]

So, uh, hi welcome to my prison.

[She smiles slightly--not that Glitch can see it--and enters the room, taking a seat next to the bed.]

I brought you a magazine. I'm not sure if you'll like it, but maybe it'll take your mind off things for a while.

[It's a science magazine about recent advances in space exploration and theoretical journeys to other planets. Only a cold war-era America could be so gung-ho about the space race. She places it on the bedside table next to Glitch and leans back in her chair.]

That's great, if, you know...I could read right now.

[ Because, blindfold. But, he's sure she realizes the irony of the situation about it. ]

So, uh, how are you? Considering what went down? [ translation: can cyborg/robot people get drugged to hallucinate? ]

[Still as much of a smart-aleck as always. She smiles one more time before leaning forward and growing more serious as he mentions the events of the swear-in.]

I'm better. Before this happened, I would have said that there's nothing I really fear. Or at least nothing I hadn't moved past a long time ago.

But, I'm guessing this thing proved differently, huh?

[ He wouldn't be surprised. After all, his fears are only known to a couple of people, but now? Seemed like probably lots of people knew. ]

Did they catch the asshole yet?

It was like having a nightmare that you experienced when you were a kid, but still manages to frighten you.

[Hers was an existential fear unique to a full-body cyborg. She doubted many people could relate to it.]

He's still at large, for now at least.

That...does sound kind of fucking creepy, yeah.

[ It felt more literal to him, but remembering a nightmare as a child that can wake you up screaming and crying in the night and those old fears resurfacing? Definitely worse.

His brows furrow at that. ]

What are they even gonna do if they catch him? [ Hinting at something here. Hinting at something of the murder variety. ]

[She just nods. Everyone experienced something personal and unsettling, and she doubts that airing her secret fears will help Glitch's recovery. Best to keep those things to herself.]

I imagine he'll face justice, whatever that might be. I would at least lock him up for the rest of his life. [She wouldn't mind reinstating the firing squad this one time, honestly.]

[ Facing justice? Pah, from his understanding imPorts that do crimes here get nothing but a slap on the wrist.

It's enough to make him seethe, but, he has a better way of dealing with that. ]

Hey, Major. I gotta question for you.

[She's not any happier about it, but hopefully if RISE can get their hands on him, something more permanent will be done.]

Go ahead.

You know how to do that martial arts stuff, right?

I want you to teach me.

[She lifts an eyebrow inquisitively. She hadn't really expected that.]

I do, and I can. What's made you want to learn?

Well, it'd be kind of dumb to rely on my powers all the time, right? The government or some assholes with null tech could just turn them off. THEN how do I keep myself safe.

...Also it'd just be more satisfying punching Crane than wasting precious electrical energy.

It won't be easy. Martial arts require a lot of patience and dedication.

Hey, I have plenty of both. [ ...Okay maybe just dedication. ]

an excuse to use his one sad icon aka Hospital recovery

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