Lev Mivtach (levheart) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-09-22 11:42:00 |
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It turns out that Lev has to stay here for a while, which is as frustrating as it is somehow comforting. Having never been exposed to any kind of facility of this nature, he has absolutely no preconceptions or fears regarding it and has come to find the attention bestowed upon him by various medical professionals actually beneficial. As it stands now, he's curled up in his cot, attached to various monitor wires and two IVs-one in his hand and a port his upper chest intended for total parenteral nutrition, placed with the efficient help of the sentient android Data that narrowly avoided a surgical procedure. His arm is in a cast, and his foot is wrapped up, and he's propped on a few pillows holding the hotel-issued tablet in his hand, poking around various tasks. One aspect of his recovery has inevitably been, well-loneliness. There's not a lot of traffic in the in-patient area, except for a couple of nurses and Dr. Campbell; but they can't very well stay with him the whole time. Abby does her best not to leave his side, but even she is ushered out during the night so he can get his rest. Let's just say That Plan is not working out as well as they think it is. So of course, when the door to the outer waiting area opens, he perks up. His surgical gown shifts and he tugs at it uncomfortably, ensuring all the blankets are piled on top of him before the individual steps foot into his room. Another uncomfortable aspect of this new life; not having access to his own clothes. "Hello?" he calls out in a mild tone saturated by unavoidable eagerness for human contact. |