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The first time Rokk came to, he was floating in a healing tank, with a mask over the lower half of his face that felt like it wasn't providing nearly enough air. On the other side of the glass, he thought it looked like the med bay. He was on Legion World. He was safe. It didn't help how his breathing seemed to be fighting the air supply.
There was someone in the tank beside him, but the gel in their tanks made it hard to see who it was. Besides, everything was getting... fuzzy... and his eyes kept closing. Doctors drug patients when they panic against the medical equipment... don't th-
The second time he woke was highly preferable. He was in a bed, with only a few sensors adhered to his arm. Rokk got as far as disconnecting the first one, and two members of the med-staff descended on him before he could further extricate himself. They peppered him with questions about what had left him in such a state, and he answered as briefly as he could, trying to work in as many questions about the rest of the mission team as possible.
Their faces said a lot more than their non-answers did. So... he was the first one to return. He told them he had to get to work, and, as it turned out, being Cosmic Boy did not give him the authority to leave the med bay early. The doctors were firm, but kind. Twenty-four hours of observation, and he'd be released if he could walk out the door.
Other than that, they were accommodating almost to the point of deference. It made him uncomfortable, how quickly his requests for an omnicom and real clothes were met. They must have raced to get them, and he could only say thank you. He wouldn't bother them again.
It was the first indication of how much worry had settled into Legion World. They were so relieved that no one argued when he commandeered a holo-screen to work from his bed. He had to catch up quickly. The Legionnaires had a job to do.
There was someone in the tank beside him, but the gel in their tanks made it hard to see who it was. Besides, everything was getting... fuzzy... and his eyes kept closing. Doctors drug patients when they panic against the medical equipment... don't th-
The second time he woke was highly preferable. He was in a bed, with only a few sensors adhered to his arm. Rokk got as far as disconnecting the first one, and two members of the med-staff descended on him before he could further extricate himself. They peppered him with questions about what had left him in such a state, and he answered as briefly as he could, trying to work in as many questions about the rest of the mission team as possible.
Their faces said a lot more than their non-answers did. So... he was the first one to return. He told them he had to get to work, and, as it turned out, being Cosmic Boy did not give him the authority to leave the med bay early. The doctors were firm, but kind. Twenty-four hours of observation, and he'd be released if he could walk out the door.
Other than that, they were accommodating almost to the point of deference. It made him uncomfortable, how quickly his requests for an omnicom and real clothes were met. They must have raced to get them, and he could only say thank you. He wouldn't bother them again.
It was the first indication of how much worry had settled into Legion World. They were so relieved that no one argued when he commandeered a holo-screen to work from his bed. He had to catch up quickly. The Legionnaires had a job to do.
