Curtis and Edgar, initial treatment and visiting hours

[simon_doctor]

It's been a rough day for Curtis and Edgar. Fortunately, the Milliways infirmary is definitely set up to handle hypothermia and exposure.

[Icon above notwithstanding, Simon Tam is not actually appearing in this thread.]

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[andinfluencepeople]

Chuck sits all the way back, pulling his feet up onto the seat so he can extend his arms out in front of him, resting on his knees.(Visible because of short sleeves, though he's not conscious of it: a few large bruises, including one almost obscuring his tattoo.) It's not a very grown-up-jaeger-pilot way of sitting, but fuck it, it's comfortable and nobody else from the PPDC is here anyway.

"You okay? I mean," he says, dry. "Other than the whole dead thing."

[hate_gettin_older]

"Feet got a bit frozen," Edgar says, and Chuck's probably known him long enough by now to spot the brittle tightness under the slightly sardonic cheer in his voice. "Not bad enough to come off, though, the doctor says they'll be fine."

Half a beat. "How about you? They tell me you were in one of the groups that came out after us?"

[andinfluencepeople]

He spots it, but he doesn't respond to it. It seems -- rude, maybe, to notice.

"Yeah," he says, "though there maybe should be an all-dead volunteer rescue squad or something -- Thoris recruited mostly living people." Who can die. His tone, while irritated, is pretty chill. It has to be, because that's -- that's not Edgar's fault. Edgar's an idiot, but everyone else being an idiot isn't because of him, not really. With a sudden grin: "Fought an ice spider. Two -- one was just a kid, but the other one had armor all over it, and was a good, I dunno, 10 meters tall. Nepeta took on another one by herself, she destroyed it. Anyway, they were causing the blizzard, so."

[hate_gettin_older]

Edgar's eyebrows are steadily winching up over the last several sentences.




"Ice spiders," he repeats, in a just-making-sure-I-heard-you-right tone. "Causing the blizzard."

[andinfluencepeople]

"Well," Chuck says, "they might've been ice spidercrabs." He extends a hand forward, grabbing the air as if his hand was a pincer. "They had little grabby things on their feet."

Pause. "Seriously, I climbed one."

[hate_gettin_older]

"... You're seriously not fuckin having me on?"