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piper902020-10-16 10:50 pm
parannoyed) wrote in piper902020-10-16 10:50 pm
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All Up In His Grill [video]
[Important intel on he and Dave's attacker has been shared, important theories have been theorized. And after Wash rested and then nearly collapsed in pain the few times today he tried to move (to get a little healthy movement going to keep the swelling down or go to the bathroom instead of dealing with the indignity of using a bedpan), Wash has been forced to take on a slightly higher dosage of pain killers, alongside being given a little alien tech device on his temple to help manage it.]
[Now after sleeping most of the day, he's awake. And loopy from the combination of tech and pain killers.]
[He's managed to get his comm on and in float mode.]
[And now he's whispering to it.]
Hey. Hi. Hey little buddy, wake up. So I can say hi to other...buddies.
[Special K, the nurse who's a better doctor than Dr. Glotfelty, is teaching a newer nurse and she smiles when she sees Wash whispering to his comm. She urges the timid-looking student nurse closer. "Don't worry, Judy. Only like two percent of the big scarred tough-looking guys on the rig are Plankers. The others like Wash here melt like buttah the second you're a tiny bit nice to them. Like buttah. Don't they, Washing Machine?"]
[Wash gasps dramatically and flings out a hand for a high five.]
It's my favorite nurse. Up top! Hit your hand on my hand. Hit my hand! Do it!
["He likes high fiving a lot when he's juiced." Special K's smile is sweet and genuine as she gives him a little high five. Then she adjusts his bed to help him sit up better. His torso is a scarred mess in the places where the bandages don't cover.]
Special K. Hey. Hey. Heeeey.
["Heey. I'm here, Wash, what do you need?"]
Hey. Can I have an extra pudding?
["What are the magic words?" she asks.]
Nurses are underpaid and undervalued.
["See why I like this one?" Special K asks the student nurse, as she gets a pudding out of a nearby fridge and a spoon, and opens it for him. "Looks like only chocolate right now, Washing Machine."]
That's fiiiine. It's all good in the hospital hood. I am unto the chocolate like the...the Mayans who were all about the - the chocolate.
["Alright, have your treat, I'll see if we can get you some late lunch since you slept through breakfast, okay? And then we're taking a crack at changing your bandages and your surgical drain."]
[Wash breathes out a low whisper.] Noooo.
[Special K whispers back, "Yeeeesss.">]
[Wash whispers back.] Nooooooooo.
["You've got a half hour of whispering to your friends on your little buddy, okay?" Special K says, with a sisterly tousling of Wash's hair. He leans into it despite himself, clearly grateful for the basic kindness from someone.]
[Wash is still whispering.] Fiiiiine.
[He turns to his comm, eating his pudding.]
Heyooo.
The nurses are so nice here. But you know, I've been in sooo many Medbays and they're usually kind of nice? Nicer? Than other...people. They were even almost nice in the Medbay in prison and nobody was really nice there.
[There are a few secrets, a few things locked up in the vault of his mind even while high as a kite, but he's definitely a little more loose lipped than usual.]
Hey. Hey, can you guys - can you see these guys floating around? [Wash swats at the air with his spoon.]
["What guys, Wash?" asks Special K.]
There's shadow people in the air, like...floating?
["Mild hallucinations are sometimes a side effect at your dose of morphine and the setting on the cortical stimulator," Special K says, showing something to Judy on his chart. "What are the shadow people doing, bud?"]
They're just like...all up in my grill. [Wash turns to the comm, to the rest of his rigmates, his voice filled with mild outrage.] Are you guys - are you guys seeing this? Rude.
[Now after sleeping most of the day, he's awake. And loopy from the combination of tech and pain killers.]
[He's managed to get his comm on and in float mode.]
[And now he's whispering to it.]
Hey. Hi. Hey little buddy, wake up. So I can say hi to other...buddies.
[Special K, the nurse who's a better doctor than Dr. Glotfelty, is teaching a newer nurse and she smiles when she sees Wash whispering to his comm. She urges the timid-looking student nurse closer. "Don't worry, Judy. Only like two percent of the big scarred tough-looking guys on the rig are Plankers. The others like Wash here melt like buttah the second you're a tiny bit nice to them. Like buttah. Don't they, Washing Machine?"]
[Wash gasps dramatically and flings out a hand for a high five.]
It's my favorite nurse. Up top! Hit your hand on my hand. Hit my hand! Do it!
["He likes high fiving a lot when he's juiced." Special K's smile is sweet and genuine as she gives him a little high five. Then she adjusts his bed to help him sit up better. His torso is a scarred mess in the places where the bandages don't cover.]
Special K. Hey. Hey. Heeeey.
["Heey. I'm here, Wash, what do you need?"]
Hey. Can I have an extra pudding?
["What are the magic words?" she asks.]
Nurses are underpaid and undervalued.
["See why I like this one?" Special K asks the student nurse, as she gets a pudding out of a nearby fridge and a spoon, and opens it for him. "Looks like only chocolate right now, Washing Machine."]
That's fiiiine. It's all good in the hospital hood. I am unto the chocolate like the...the Mayans who were all about the - the chocolate.
["Alright, have your treat, I'll see if we can get you some late lunch since you slept through breakfast, okay? And then we're taking a crack at changing your bandages and your surgical drain."]
[Wash breathes out a low whisper.] Noooo.
[Special K whispers back, "Yeeeesss.">]
[Wash whispers back.] Nooooooooo.
["You've got a half hour of whispering to your friends on your little buddy, okay?" Special K says, with a sisterly tousling of Wash's hair. He leans into it despite himself, clearly grateful for the basic kindness from someone.]
[Wash is still whispering.] Fiiiiine.
[He turns to his comm, eating his pudding.]
Heyooo.
The nurses are so nice here. But you know, I've been in sooo many Medbays and they're usually kind of nice? Nicer? Than other...people. They were even almost nice in the Medbay in prison and nobody was really nice there.
[There are a few secrets, a few things locked up in the vault of his mind even while high as a kite, but he's definitely a little more loose lipped than usual.]
Hey. Hey, can you guys - can you see these guys floating around? [Wash swats at the air with his spoon.]
["What guys, Wash?" asks Special K.]
There's shadow people in the air, like...floating?
["Mild hallucinations are sometimes a side effect at your dose of morphine and the setting on the cortical stimulator," Special K says, showing something to Judy on his chart. "What are the shadow people doing, bud?"]
They're just like...all up in my grill. [Wash turns to the comm, to the rest of his rigmates, his voice filled with mild outrage.] Are you guys - are you guys seeing this? Rude.
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[Don’t ask him to comprehend modern medicine]
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More risk of addiction, too, but that's not so bad if it's just during the time you're in extreme, extreme agony.
[He's hurting pretty bad. The abdominal wound isn't the worst but his knee's a mess.]
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[Only weird alchemical laudanum nonsense works that well.]
No wonder you've been seeing things.
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[His voice drops to a whisper.]
I think I can see sound.
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[holy shit]
Hey.
You'd better not die from whatever fluids they're stickin' in you, even if you are a pain in the ass.