Beware the Ides of March

[candothat]

When; March 15th
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Chekov, Lucy, Uhura, whoever else is hanging out about the hospital
Summary; That awkward moment when your friend stabs you in the back. Literally.
Log;

The hospital is busy. Curses have a way of making that happen, particularly curses that compel people to stab their friends with whatever happens to be close at hand. Not all of the wounds are serious (the man who was jabbed with a spork insists upon seeing a doctor); some of them are. Others are neither one nor the other, leaving the patient in a twilight world between life and death.

Thus far, the hospital staff have managed to avoid backstabbing.

The day is still young.

Comments

[mightbeconcussed]

When Lucy got the call from the hospital that Chekov was there, panicked was not the right word for what she was. She'd been in the process of getting ready for work, but wasn't quite dressed so when she showed up it was in a pair of sweatpants with something vague innuendo written on her ass in glitter. She'd grabbed the first pair of shoes she'd found. They happened to be a pair of high heels that didn't go with the sweats at all. Sometime during her literal dash over here, she'd scraped her hair back in a messy ponytail. By the time she gets to the lobby she is in full panic mode.

"I got a call about Pavel." It only occurs to her a moment later that the hospital staff might need more than that. "Chekov. Pavel Chekov. I think that's his whole name I can't--he's got curly hair--" The nurse on staff stops her in the middle of her description and directs her to Chekov's room.

He doesn't look good.

There's a clattering of heels as Lucy stutter steps over to the bed. "Pavel!"

[mortemscintilla]

[ As a rule (if someone as adaptive as Hei functioned on absolutes), he doesn't do hospital visits, much less have the patience for them. He'd witnessed the ugly little confrontation between Korra and Pavel via his videos at the beachhouse earlier. Despite being aware that a visit would do Pavel no good -- If he dies, he dies, and the City brings him back. If he lives, whoop dee fucking doo. But despite that callous but factual reasoning, he finds himself dropping by. He tells himself it's because Pavel's goodwill, his naive sense of fairness, is a potential asset, and not something to toss away needlessly. ]

[ But it's not quite so simple. ]

[ Hei, in 'Li's baggy coat and jeans, appears in the doorway of the room, empty-handed. He understands that Pavel is beyond any need for flowers or fruit-baskets or reading material; his expression is pinched in an affectation of concern. Quietly, he murmurs, ] ...Pavel? [ It's just a token soundbyte. He's not expecting an answer. ]