[ mal's pretty beat up from that fight with the kaiju, middle wrapped in bandages and others around his arms. he's used to it, after all he doesn't have magic or any sort of special armor to save him from bruises and bullets.
or kaiju attacks either.
he nods as joe speaks, offers a smile in greeting too. ] I heard that. After.
It was pretty hard to kill. [ but he had andy, a disintegration gun and then joe's sword. ] Your sword came in handy. [ but really, that holds mal attention for sos long. there are snacks at the end of the bed and he hisses as he bends forward to reach them. so far away, why so far away? ] What'd you bring?
[ many problems can be solved with a sword and joe is partial to his own especially. ]
We got, hmm. [ joe paws through the snacks, naming them as he sits on the end of mal's bed and gently chucks them so they land directly in his lap. ] Chocolate cookies, fried cheese... crisps, those look amazing, some kind of jerky, animal unknown, puffs of cheese, they're delicious, and honeycomb. Figured snacks would be easier to graze on than a whole meal.
I'll clean it up and bring it to your rooms, yeah? [ mal offers. the sword, as it is, is in a pretty disgusting state. not that mal's better off.
he's gotten treated and cleaned up but he's not exactly fresh and clean either. joe keeps finding him like this.
he reaches out and manages to get his paws on a back of crisps, look it over curiously. it's unfamiliar to him and maybe joe can tell for a moment before he's trying to open the bag. there's an explosion coming. ] I appreciate it. [ he says glancing up at joe with a smile. no one's really brought him snacks to his medical bed.
mal hasn't exactly had that many visitors most of his life. ] Thanks for bringing these. [ and then he feels awkward because he's not sure what to say more than that. 'you didn't have to' feels a bit, well, too obvious. ]
[ he brushes aside the sword comment, waving his hand. it's not a rush, there is no mission planned tomorrow.
mal's natural state may be some shade of "this kid needs a bath" but that's better than "this kid needs constant medical care" and some people joe knows are leaning toward the latter. ]
Welcome. I haven't been in the hospital before as a patient, but I thought you might be bored of the same company.
[ not that the medical staff on the ship aren't great, they're lovely, but joe once had a patient tell him to fuck off... actually more than once, so he does know it can get monotonous after a while and a new face is often the easiest way to break the tedium. ]
[ maybe mal's missed something but a life without having to need medical treatment? well, that's a pretty good one. ] Not once?
[ he gives joe a curious once over. ] What about to a medic? [ mal snorts at the comment of company though. he glances at the bed next to him, then back at joe. ] I had company but I was abandoned. Something about my snoring.
They probably thought a bear was sleeping in the next bed. Bag's upside down.
[ he motions at the crisps mal is about to explode over the bed. ]
I heal.
[ and if he doesn't, well, he is dead and dead people generally aren't in need of medics or medical care. what with being dead and all. it is a trial when be winds up in a morgue and has to escape in the nude, which they've all done at least once. notably once on the table and the poor pathologist fainted so joe had to perform medical care, naked as the day he was born. (mikael fainted again when he woke up but joe caught him that time so he took it as his cue to leave.)
he tacks it on at the end like maybe mal won't notice because he is about to have a packet of crips blow up in his face. ]
[ while that does sound like something alina would say about him, mal also thinks she should be used to it. ] Hey now. It's not that bad.
[ he grumbles but then focuses on the chips, turning the back rightside up so he can open it. and viola! it works. no chips lost across the bed. ] You heal? [ sorry, joe, mal's curious. ]
I do. I would show you, but I don't want to get blood on the sheets.
[ that would be rude, not to mention unsanitary when there is food open between them. he is not opposed to stabbing himself with a nearby scalpel, but at the same time... perhaps not. he's not very comfortable in the medical wing considering he recently spent and unknown number of days being tortured, often with scalpels.
[ mal's brow furrow a bit but he nods, taking that and filing it away. ] Can you heal others? [ that's a bit more important, at least for now. if joe's something of a heartrender, he'll have to be more cautious. ]
Regrettably no, nor can our abilities be replicated, though recently it has been attempted.
[ his smile is grim, hardly the warmth that he usually exudes, but a smile nonetheless. clearly the attempt was against his will, but he is unwilling to let others bear the burden of his lingering pain so he won't give voice to it. ]
Mostly we take the bullets so others don't have to, to do good where we can.
[ joe waves his hand dismissively. it is, intellectually, for the best that the crew knows of their lack of mortal limitation so they don't lose it when (there is no if) andy and joe inevitably die and then get back up again, no harm, no foul. but he still doesn't really want to talk about the specifics of the lab. ]
They failed, that is the only thing of importance to come from the experience.
[ he pats mal's leg soon after, fond. ] I should let you get some rest.
[ mal nods at that, not sure he'd be able to dismiss it so easily but aware he's quick to anger. joe seems more calm, steady. something malyen oretsev can't dream of being. ] Sounds like it.
[ he offers a wry smile and then nods, looking around. ] Yeah. Some of us have to sleep to put our organs back in the right spot. [ too soon? ]
I'm sure your spleen will find its way home soon, [ he counters with a chuckle as he rises to his feet. mal is a good kid, as long as his fragile human body heals, joe figures he won't be too worse for wear. ]
When you're well we can have lessons with the sword.
[ with a dip of his head, he gives mal a wave and heads out. ]
Yes. The lessons. [ mal brightens up at that, grins.
it wont mean he's resting actually but it gives him motivation. at least enough to settle back in his bed and not reach out for his hoard of snacks. he'll deal with that later.
when joe's gone though, his brows crease together and, as mal narrows his eyes and looks at the ceiling, he mumbles. ] What the fuck is my spleen...?
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or kaiju attacks either.
he nods as joe speaks, offers a smile in greeting too. ] I heard that. After.
It was pretty hard to kill. [ but he had andy, a disintegration gun and then joe's sword. ] Your sword came in handy. [ but really, that holds mal attention for sos long. there are snacks at the end of the bed and he hisses as he bends forward to reach them. so far away, why so far away? ] What'd you bring?
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[ many problems can be solved with a sword and joe is partial to his own especially. ]
We got, hmm. [ joe paws through the snacks, naming them as he sits on the end of mal's bed and gently chucks them so they land directly in his lap. ] Chocolate cookies, fried cheese... crisps, those look amazing, some kind of jerky, animal unknown, puffs of cheese, they're delicious, and honeycomb. Figured snacks would be easier to graze on than a whole meal.
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he's gotten treated and cleaned up but he's not exactly fresh and clean either. joe keeps finding him like this.
he reaches out and manages to get his paws on a back of crisps, look it over curiously. it's unfamiliar to him and maybe joe can tell for a moment before he's trying to open the bag. there's an explosion coming. ] I appreciate it. [ he says glancing up at joe with a smile. no one's really brought him snacks to his medical bed.
mal hasn't exactly had that many visitors most of his life. ] Thanks for bringing these. [ and then he feels awkward because he's not sure what to say more than that. 'you didn't have to' feels a bit, well, too obvious. ]
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mal's natural state may be some shade of "this kid needs a bath" but that's better than "this kid needs constant medical care" and some people joe knows are leaning toward the latter. ]
Welcome. I haven't been in the hospital before as a patient, but I thought you might be bored of the same company.
[ not that the medical staff on the ship aren't great, they're lovely, but joe once had a patient tell him to fuck off... actually more than once, so he does know it can get monotonous after a while and a new face is often the easiest way to break the tedium. ]
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[ he gives joe a curious once over. ] What about to a medic? [ mal snorts at the comment of company though. he glances at the bed next to him, then back at joe. ] I had company but I was abandoned. Something about my snoring.
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[ he motions at the crisps mal is about to explode over the bed. ]
I heal.
[ and if he doesn't, well, he is dead and dead people generally aren't in need of medics or medical care. what with being dead and all. it is a trial when be winds up in a morgue and has to escape in the nude, which they've all done at least once. notably once on the table and the poor pathologist fainted so joe had to perform medical care, naked as the day he was born. (mikael fainted again when he woke up but joe caught him that time so he took it as his cue to leave.)
he tacks it on at the end like maybe mal won't notice because he is about to have a packet of crips blow up in his face. ]
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[ he grumbles but then focuses on the chips, turning the back rightside up so he can open it. and viola! it works. no chips lost across the bed. ] You heal? [ sorry, joe, mal's curious. ]
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[ that would be rude, not to mention unsanitary when there is food open between them. he is not opposed to stabbing himself with a nearby scalpel, but at the same time... perhaps not. he's not very comfortable in the medical wing considering he recently spent and unknown number of days being tortured, often with scalpels.
not ideal. ]
You'll have to take my word for it.
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[ his smile is grim, hardly the warmth that he usually exudes, but a smile nonetheless. clearly the attempt was against his will, but he is unwilling to let others bear the burden of his lingering pain so he won't give voice to it. ]
Mostly we take the bullets so others don't have to, to do good where we can.
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[ his brows crease for a different reason, more worried than before. ]
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They failed, that is the only thing of importance to come from the experience.
[ he pats mal's leg soon after, fond. ] I should let you get some rest.
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[ he offers a wry smile and then nods, looking around. ] Yeah. Some of us have to sleep to put our organs back in the right spot. [ too soon? ]
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When you're well we can have lessons with the sword.
[ with a dip of his head, he gives mal a wave and heads out. ]
just one more
it wont mean he's resting actually but it gives him motivation. at least enough to settle back in his bed and not reach out for his hoard of snacks. he'll deal with that later.
when joe's gone though, his brows crease together and, as mal narrows his eyes and looks at the ceiling, he mumbles. ] What the fuck is my spleen...?