"... hey ... hey doctor lady..." Who: Neena, Moira What: Doctor/Patient discussions and things. When: Thursday sometime. Where: Moira's Lab Ratings/Warnings: PG-13, Triggers for medical stuff and crazy science. Status: Complete
The quiet in the hospital was going to drive Neena crazy. There was nothing on the tv worth watching, and she'd run out of things to do on her laptop after contacting a lawyer to settle this whole 'legally dead' business. The messages she'd sent out had distracted her for a while, but there was nothing she could do for Zuko, and Tony was being weird.
There was nothing but the beeping of the monitors and the various whispers and shuffling of feet past her door. It was distressing. It disturbed her calm. After lunch, which she barely touched, she decided to do something about it. So she started crawling out of bed. Maybe she could find Scott, or check in on Dani, track Obi down, or... something.
Even talking to Moira was better than this, and there were a couple things she probably needed to say to her. She hadn't spoken much to the doctor since the patching up she'd gotten when Scott had carried her in there.
Moira was splitting her time between this place and where Kitty was. More here, with Neena in such difficult condition. When Neena started to move, a little silent alarm went off. Moira ignored it, and started a timer to see how long it took for Neena to come into view. With people like her, it was sometimes best to let their own condition sink in, first.
It wasn't that difficult a condition, from where Neena was sitting. So there were a few holes in her. They'd heal. Okay, there were a lot of holes in her. She was mostly trying to ignore how much of her was wrapped in bandages or taped up right now.
Hadn't she dragged her own ass out of there? Well, then she could drag her own ass down the hallway. Tugging the pole along with her that had various bags of fluids attached to it.
It was a lot of dragging and tugging, with breaks interspersed to lean against the wall and wonder how in the hell she'd gotten so weak in the last day and a half. But she managed to get all the way to Moira's lab and through the door, before she thought she might lose her legs completely.
Victory! Or not. The doorframe was pretty much holding her up. "... hey ... hey doctor lady..."
And stitched up. Don't forget the stitches. There were a whole lot of those.
Moira looked up at the decrepit zombie that was standing in her doorway, and stopped the timer, "That took twice as long as I bet meself it would. I owe meself twenty bucks. Why don't ye come over here an' take a seat, lass."
She could heal the woman's body, but she wasn't sure what to do about the woman's mind. She might have a chat with that nice doctor who was working with Kitty.
The zombie stared at the distance between the doorway and the place Moira was suggesting she sit, and for a few seconds honestly decided she probably wouldn't make it.
That just goaded her into trying anyway. She yanked on the IV pole and started stubbornly shuffling over there, then flopped to a seat, "Owe yourself 50 bucks... you deserve it."
Neena managed a bit of a grin, then, since that was supposed to be a joke, "How did you know I was coming? Was it the ... you know, cry for brains and the moaning that gave my position away?"
Moira tossed her head back and laughed, "I'd offer ye some coffee but ye cannae have any solids just yet."
She gestured at the console, "Detected movement in ye room when ye disturbed the sensors. I wanted tae know when ye'd be awake, and thought ye'd appreciate t'chance tae walk in yuirself. What level o'shite are ye feelin' today?"
"I'm fine, really." Neena felt like death warmed over, but if she kept saying she was fine she might get out of there faster. She grinned, like she totally meant it, then darted her eyes off to the side, "I need you to check for something. A couple things. Really."
The motion sensor idea really kind of irked her, "It's like you don't trust me to stay in a bed... I'm hurt, honestly."
It was bullshit and Moira knew it, "What do ye need me tae check on, Neena?"
Of course she didn't expect her to stay in bed. There were very few people from their world who would.
"They said there was a tracking device... somewhere... did you get them?" Neena looked down at her body, like she wasn't sure she could trust it, even though it was the body attached to her brain currently. Memories of just where she was injured in the process of everything were fuzzy, at best, and if there were any new ones, she wasn't aware of them.
Then a hand rested on her stomach and she closed her eyes, "They had me on an operating table a few times, and I ... make sure I'm not pregnant. Could you please?"
"Scott and Illyana went on a nice merry-go-round almost as soon as we got here," Moira assured her. "I think ye ended up in Siberia."
She tilted her head and frowned, "I... all right. It might be tae soon tae tell, but I can check for any incisions."
"They wanted me to ..." Neena trailed off, and then squeezed her eyes shut. She was relieved that they'd taken care of the transmitter, but couldn't be more adamant about the fact that she didn't want to have any kind of child that they might have implanted in her, especially if it was using her mother's eggs.
"... It's not mine. Not remotely mine. It's someone ... someone else's. It was supposed to be some kind of messiah or something. Check for anything you can. I don't want it."
"Sit still." Moira commanded, pushing aside her hospital gown and inspecting her stomach. She didn't see any recent incisions, or stitches or scars. Still, she stood up, and brought her scanner over, "I can tell if there's been a surgical implantation with this, but I willnae be able tae tell if ye were naturally fertilized."
"Naturally fertilized?" Neena was pretty sure she knew what Moira meant by that, but it was just better for everyone if they were all straight with each other.
“Ye know, with a turkey baster?”
"... Whew. See, that's what I thought, but you know. There were some other meanings there." Neena ran her hand up into her hair for a second, before the hand dropped back into her lap, "Just check for whatever you can."
"Och, nae, there was nae sign of forcible entry when I examined ye," Moira replied, and waved a hand. She started up the scanner.
"I didn't think so, but I wasn't really awake for ... a lot of it, so." Neena shrugged a shoulder, and closed her eyes. It was good to have confirmation that they hadn't touched her, at least not like that.
"I'm sorry that I had tae check," Moira apologized. The scanner beeped, and she took a look at it, "Nothin'. Nae incisions, nae eggs attached anywhere. Yuir clean."
Relief washed through her so palpably that it almost looked like she shuddered in place. In fact, it appeared as if the fear of something actually being in there had been the only thing giving her the energy to sit there.
She sunk back into the chair a bit more, and let out a bit of a sigh, "Unless they turkey bastered me, I guess? Or are you saying there's no sign of that either?"
"Not that I can tell, lass." Moira shook her head, "There would have been signs o'that, I think, just like any other way. I'm reasonably confident ye won't be having any unwanted wee bairns."
She moved the scanner away, grabbing a bottle of water and bringing it over, "Here, drink up, ye need yuir strength. I had to practically sedate Summers."
The bottle was nice and cool, and Neena weakly held it against her forehead and the back of her neck before she even bothered opening it. There was one last thing she wanted Moira to check on, but she wasn't sure she could handle the news she was expecting when she asked.
So instead, she slowly dragged one eyelid open, and glanced at Moira, "Scott? He didn't get injured during all that, did he?"
Her mind went back to when Scott had taken her from Meetra and grabbed onto her. He'd supported most of her weight at the time, and all she'd been able to do was wrap an arm around his neck and cling onto him like a life raft. She hadn't expected the emotional reaction that had come with that.
But he hadn't seemed hurt. If he was, she was going to kick herself for not noticing.
"Nae, he's fine. So is Illyana. It was really the infiltration team that took the brunt of it. I'm still observin' Dani but I let the other tae out. Though Obi hasnae left her side since. It's really rather cute."
Moira held up her fingers, "I just want tae squeeze them taegether."
"They're very cute together, that's true," Neena nodded. She took a few long sips of the water, savoring the feel of the liquid in her mouth before swallowing, "But then why did you need to sedate him?"
After another pause to drink she added, "And where is he?"
And where was Pete?
"In the room over there takin' a nap," the good doctor replied. "An' he wanted tae make sure ye were okay."
She wished she knew where Pete was, too.
"... So he probably stayed up watching like an idiot until you made him sleep, then," Neena mumbled. That was typical of Scott. She wanted to talk to him, but maybe she should wait, then.
Some part of her wanted to tell him to just go home. She didn't need him here exhausting himself for her benefit. That's not how the real world worked, and it certainly wasn't how she worked.
The other half of her wished he'd slept in the chair in her room, because then she wouldn't have to be alone in there. She told that part to shut up, then mentally beat the crap out of it and made it go cry in the corner.
"Ten dollars says ye cannae make it tae his room in less than five minutes," Moira challenged, getting a pepsi for herself and opening the can. "Or I can wake him and send him tae yuir room."
Defensively, Neena snapped, "I don't need him here. I don't need to see him and there's no reason to go waking him up."
"But he wants tae see ye."
Neena set the water bottle down and leaned forward in the chair, resting her elbows on her thighs and in turn, her head on her hands. She let out another long sigh, and nodded, "Right. Right. Can you ..."
Help me get out of this chair and anywhere at all, "Go wake him up?"
“Aye, I will.” Moira nodded her head, and headed to wake Scott up.