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[hulkbusted]

When; Saturday, 10/27
Rating; Unknown, but Circus-related body horror in many threads
Characters; Bruce Banner, Luke, Serrure, Sif, Asami Sato, open to anyone in City Solutions or with a good reason to be there
Summary; Bruce has ended up treating several of the Circus' victims and now they're cluttering up his lab and apartment. Open post for people to visit Luke, Serrure, and Asami or pester Bruce (and possibly Sif)
Log;

Bruce's lab and apartment hadn't been intended as a makeshift hospital ward, but there they were. He'd set Asami up in his bedroom and Luke and Serrure were still kept in separate rooms to keep their magnetism from dragging their wounded bodies back together.

He's immediately available by network, but at the moment he's in his kitchen brewing up some chamomile tea. More accurately the water's heating and he has his forehead pressed against the stainless steel door of his fridge.

[ooc: Just set up threads for the various temporary residents for easy visitation.]

Comments

[doeswhathewants]

[For now he's laying in bed, on his stomach, arms flopped out in front of him, face planted in some pillows. There may or may not be a couple of bloody, avulsed, butt prints on the wall that separates him from Luke. If you ask him about those butt prints, he'll probably deny them. Whether he's lying or has a bit of anesthesia induced amnesia is debatable.

Every now and then he'll raise his head to yell at Luke through the device and the wall. Just to make sure he gets the message. It makes sense, but he can't explain it because his thoughts are a bit dodgy right now.]

[asofwar]

[She would've come to check up on his regardless of Luke's plea. But he does contribute to making Sif come knowing that she's welcomed, in some way, here.

If she finds him sleeping when she does, or can't tell whether or not he is, she takes a seat in the chair beside the bed and waits in silence.]

[doeswhathewants]

Sif! [He is always happy to see you, SIf, except when you're making him run laps. But he can't run like- happy thoughts. He lifts his arm up slightly to look out from under it.] I can recognize your feet. And. And. And I forgot.

[And then he's reaching out a grabby hand at you. Come here, Sif. Why are you over there.

[asofwar]

My feet or my footsteps? [She complies. Sits up and walks over to stand next to his bed. In an impulsive moment, she reaches out and brushes his hair from his forehead.]

I thought you were resting.

[doeswhathewants]

Footsteps. Feetsteps. Why is that one not correct. It ought to be. There are more than one-[And the minute she touches him, he's latching onto her like a koala. And.... he's shaking because he's uhm... in pain. It's a manly emotion. He's not scared and definitely not upset. Nope.]

[asofwar]

[Oh, that is - that does something; pulls at strings inside her, and she thinks it must be genuine, remembers what Luke said, and even without what Luke said, she still feels the tug.

She leans over him, not touching but being there. Being Sif. Her hair might slip over her shoulder and whisper over his back, but that is not because she is curled over him protectively. Of course not.]

You should challenge it later.

[infernoandhearth]

[Eventually, Luke gives up. This is all getting tiresome, and he's been practising with the magnetic pull, so he thinks he might manage. Anyway, he's bandaged. It can't reattach when there's bandages, surely. So he redopes himself, and then ambles into Serrure's room.]

I'm tired of shouting.

[doeswhathewants]

I heard shouting was cathartic. Primal something or another. [And he's propping himself up on his elbows.] Let us never do this again.

[infernoandhearth]

Be sewn together? I am not sure we could have helped it. [He walks over and kneels at the side of the bed.] I'm sorry it was so horrid for you.

[doeswhathewants]

Yes. That. That is a thing we ought not do again. If we can help it. [And he's reaching out a hand, carefully trying to in it up to pat Luke's head, pet him more like.] It was better with you there. Is that selfish? Possibly. Probably.

[infernoandhearth]

No, it's. There are few other people I would have wanted to end up sewn to. I would have borne it, but. And. I wouldn't want you sewn to a stranger. [He rests his head and arms on the bed, and reaches one arm out around Serrure's back.] I don't know why it's not healing. It ought. Mine ought, I mean, yours should too, right?

[hulkbusted]

[And later on Bruce comes in to check on Serrure, bringing a tray of food and fresh dressings for his... wounds.]

Hey.

[doeswhathewants]

[Hope you're up on your sterile technique and wound packing, Bruce. Not that he's going to hold still for that.

And he's maxed out on his painkillers, not so much for the pain but because even the not-quite-in-control-of-my-mind feeling is better than thinking about his missing, not healing bits. But he props on his elbows.]

Dr. Banner. [You're his new favorite person.] I think I broke it. [Indicating the PCA dispensing the narcs.]

[hulkbusted]

I'll take a look at it. Are you hungry? [He sets the tray within Serrure's easy reach and moves the wound care package to a rolling table.]

[doeswhathewants]

Yes. [And he's reaching for things on the tray. With utensils, he pokes about sniffing, then tasting.] No one uses forks on Asgard. Have you ever seen a dog eat peanut butter? Dining is much like that, only louder. [And he's sneaking a glance at Bruce out of the corner of his eye, he'll blame the narcotics later...] Thank you. [Look how casual he is, another casual bite.] For everything, I mean. You do not like me and you did not have to, so thank you.

[And now look how interesting that bit of food is. He's going to just dawdle over eating it.]

[hulkbusted]

You're welcome. [Just as casual. He's going to let Serrure eat for a while before he gets down to dealing with those dressings. He's unlocking the PCA and checking its settings and function.]

I don't think it's broken.

[friggmagnet]

[Hey look, Axl's come to visit. Luke made it sound like Serrure was in a pretty bad way and he did say he's go over and look at him. And yes. That sure does look painful. Axl lurks in the doorway for a while before he finally speaks.]

Alright?

[doeswhathewants]

More or less. [More for being out and less because lacking bits and not healing.] All healed up? [Envious of that.]

[friggmagnet]

I'm alright, yeah.

[He ambles over, hands in pockets.]

You don't look so good, mate.

[doeswhathewants]

[Lower. Lip. Quiver.

Big. Tearful. Eyes.

What have you done, Axl.]

I want my brother.

[friggmagnet]

[OH NO. FEELINGS. Damn, what do? It feels like being punched in the gut, but he pulls up a chair all the same.]

Yeah, I know. I would to.

[helsmaiden]

Quite a state you're in. [ Leah is still upset about not being there earlier. Sarcasm and snark are her only defenses as she stands in the doorway. ]

[doeswhathewants]

[No, it's cool. He's not sure he actually wants you to see him like this. He has to man up. Suck it up. Walk it off. Something like that.] You could say this plan... came back to bite me in the ass.

[helsmaiden]

I… I should have been there. I am sorry.

[doeswhathewants]

No, Leah. They would have hurt you as well and I'd not want that.