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Goldy is there for Rach when needed, but the recovering X-girl sleeps quite a lot. As such, boredom has become a big issue for the Fable as she remains confined to the Infirmary.

There's only so much reading that can be done in such a detestfully sanitary environment and when one certainly feels well enough to move to Out Patient status. She's itching to escape, basically. Nevertheless, she stays put for Rachel's sake, and out of reluctant respect for the doctor's mandate. In other words, she would try and flee if she thought she could get away before the monitors would alert Hank and result in another Talking To.

Goldy's palms slap idly at the mattress on either side of her thighs. The Devil (whup) finds work (whup) for idle (whup) hands to do.

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[slayer_fray]

Mel promised she'd come and see Goldy as well, so she does.

She hesitates outside the door, not sure exactly what to say, but when she strides in it's casually. She salutes the Musicman briefly through the curtains around Rach's bad, and drop sdown in a chair by Goldy.

"How's the war wound?"

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The monotonous rhythm stops.

"Heyyyy. You made it."

Goldy is pleased to have company, and extra pleased to see that Mel made it back safely. Hank had let her know as much, but it's good to see her in the flesh anyway.

"Mmm. It's alright," she says, pulling at the bindings with a little distaste. "Itchy, is all."

[slayer_fray]

"Yeah, well, it's nothin' personal," Mel points out. "My roomie's sick. It was here or the mess of used tissues and phlegm that is my suite.

"Somehow the hospital seemed more appealing. I'm not sure why."

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"Firstly: ew. Secondly: gee, thanks. I almost thought you actually cared for a second there," she chuckles.

[slayer_fray]

"Yeah people tendta make that mistake about me," she replies. "You're doin' all right though? Apart from the itchy?"

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She nods gamely.

"It takes more than a knife and a million nano-robots to keep me down."

Not strictly true, given that the nanites would have kept her down for a very long time had Kitty not been around. Bluster is probably okay under the circumstances though.

"How are you?"

[slayer_fray]

"Good," Mel lies, easily. "All I hadta do is get Rach outta there. Didn't get to fight at all."

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"That can't have been easy," she admits quietly.

No, she doesn't understand, and she never will—not the struggle nor the horror nor the pain. But she has an idea.

[slayer_fray]

If Mel had her way, no one but her would understand.

Rutting hero.

"No, but I got the job done. Got Rach out. That's the important part."

[the_lioness]

*At some point in the late afternoon, the infirmary door opens and Alanna strides through. This is likely not the redhead Goldy would prefer to see, but it is a redhead quite worried about the well-being of Rachel and Goldy both.

This redhead also has a green dragon wrapped around her neck, looking quite pleased.

Alanna glances nervously at Arithon and Rachel before slipping over beside Goldy's bed.*

Hullo. How are things?

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Regardless of any other red-heads that may be close to her heart, Goldy looks very happy to see Alanna... and her dragon. Friendly company is a fine thing, whether it takes the form of a sexually contented mythical beast or a knight with a full compliment of underwear.

"I'm fine," she says with an almost relieved smile. "Bored, mostly. And for some reason I can't block out the beeping. It's driving me nuts—I feel like I'm trapped in a game of Pong."

[the_lioness]

Aye, the beeping would drive me batty. What's Pong?

*Shifting Puff's weight, she runs her eyes over Goldy with the expertise of a healer.*

Your color is good, at least.

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"Pong is, or was, a very old and very rudimentary video game simulation of table tennis," she expounds. "The sound effects were similar to the machines here, which should give you some impression of how monotonous it was. As for my color, Hank said three days to full recovery, which isn't bad considering..."

She manages to tear her gaze off the dragon for a second, and make proper eye contact with Alanna. "Did you hear much about what happened?"

[the_lioness]

*Alanna gives Goldy another blank look at the term 'table tennis' but lets it go.*

Mithros, I'm pleased I've not played this 'Pong' then. Mario Kart, however, I think I've finally conquered. Adam brought games with him.

*She sighs, moving to sit on the bed. Hank can yell all he wants, but she'd rather others didn't hear this.*

No, I haven't. Do you know if Mel is back?

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"She is. She came round this morning."

Goldy looks away a little distractedly.

"I... she seemed okay."

[the_lioness]

Good. I was concerned, not knowing if she was back or not. I'll try to look in on her later.

*Moving Puff to her lap, Alanna nods. Her hands have suddenly become endlessly fascinating.*

What of Rachel?

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Her eyes drift back. "She lapses in and out of consciousness or sleep—I'm not sure which. But she seems quite lucid when we talk."

Then again, Goldy's self-imposed role is to distract and engage her. She was relatively successful last night, but Rach might not be as coherent with others.

"You were there when she returned." Her look is inquisitive rather than accusatory. She doesn't really know what happened before they came to the Infirmary. "Obviously, there is a lot of mental and physical pain she's dealing with. Hank says it's going to take a while, however, Kitty is supremely confident that she will be okay."

[inquisitivehero]

And a Doctor wanders by, working and smiling as he sees her improved color.

"Good afternoon, Goldy. I am glad to see you in such good spirits."

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Goldy nods to Hank and returns his smile, though the disenchanted beat continues.

"Afternoon yourself, doc. What's cooking?"

[inquisitivehero]

he glances at ehr hands with an amused glance and just shales his ehad.

"Not much, a few nucleotides and a charactisatisole. Otherwise it is a quiet day, thus far."

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Cue face scrunching bewilderment.

"Sounds... like fun, even if I have no idea what those are."

[inquisitivehero]

"Just a few experiments going on in the background as I try to treat my friends. "

Then his voice goes slihgtly mroe businesslike, but still warm.

"And how are you feeling? I thought I might take another look under the bandage. I have faith in your ehaling and my skill, but I like to keep an eye on things."

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"How am I feeling? Pretty good really." She wiggles her shoulders and shows no pain, though she is quite good at hiding such things. "Bored, but good."

"Take a look if you like though. It's kind of itchy."

[inquisitivehero]

He nods and taps his wristcom, summoning the privacy shield into being as he steps to her side. He lifts her shirt and starts to work. With gentle hands he removes the bandage. His claws slice it away, not touching her skin at all.

His eyes carefully examine the skin and he nods as he washes it off, places a cream on it, and then covers it with a new bandage, this one which seems to breathe more.

"It is healing nicely. If all goes well, you should be able to leave by tomorrow night. And the bandage then can be reduced to just your normal covering."

He glances up at her with a slight smile.

"I dont know your habits in this regard, but no bras for at least one more day after your release. Just to give the area a little time to get used to not being covered up. Then after that, you should be able to do as you wish."

He takes out as scanner and taps the monitor screen as he waves it along her side. He nods./

"Your back is doing well also. As I said before, you will need to take up more strength training to restore your former strength of back and arms, but... it looks good and you should, albeit with some soreness, be able to resume activity immediately."

He smiles to her.

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"Oh, that feels better," Goldy notes happily. "Thank you."

"And no bra is fine," she adds with a slight smirk. "I can handle the ogling."

She watches the back scan with a hint of trepidation, and is quite relieved by his prognosis. "I'll take it easy for a few days anyway, just to be safe."