Neena Thurman is getting too old for this shit (godplaysdice) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-06-06 22:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, jaina proudmoore, logan howlett (wolverine), neena thurman (domino) |
Who: Neena, Logan, Jaina Proudmoore
What: Neena wakes up and gets the sitrep
When: Yesterday
Where: Irvine General
Rating/Warnings: Mentions of blood, injury, etc.
Status: Complete!
Everything was a floaty, happy cloud of absolute nothingness, though Neena had had such strange dreams that when she finally woke up she wasn't even sure what was real.
The dry taste in her mouth seemed real enough, though, and so did the mechanical beeping echoing around the room. Neena could feel the odd chill in her arm that usually denoted some kind of IV fluids going in, and the abrasive tape against her skin. It only took her muddled senses a few more seconds to come to the conclusion she was in a hospital, but whether or not it was a friendly one remained to be seen.
She cracked one eye open slightly and tried to glance around her surroundings. "If this is some fucking weapon x lab I swear to god..."
Talking seemed like a lot of effort. And what was that taste in her mouth? "... why does my mouth taste like a stale donut?"
“Probably because of the donut crumbs you left behind in your blood pool,” Logan said, arms folded. He hadn’t been able to locate Deryn, and Nat was contacting her own sources, so he’d swung by to check on her. She hadn’t been alone, a blonde woman had just left to use the restroom and he figured it was only a matter of time until Yondu or Rose showed up. If they hadn’t already.
"Fuck..." Neena whispered. She decided to shut that eye for the time being, now that she knew Logan was there. That meant she was relatively safe, wherever she was, and she could focus on other things. Like jogging her own memory. Donut crumbs brought back something that seemed forever ago now. An intervention, two cartons of donuts... someone mumbling something in Russian and shots fired. One of them had escaped but the other had been too far away to help.
Her eyes popped open again and she looked at Logan. "Linette?"
“Alive. Took a bad blow to the head, but I think it stopped her programming from kicking in.” Logan wanted to kick himself for not realizing earlier. He might have been able to save Ilia before she’d been taken.
“You’re a lot worse off.”
"Logan... I thought I was going to die. I could feel myself dying. The fact we're even talking is... better off than I expected." Neena said, shrugging a shoulder at him. "They're going to have to deprogram her, that could take a while... no word on Deryn?"
“No word on Deryn. Her trail went cold.” Logan grunted, clearly upset at that. “Not sure how she slipped away from me. Probably headed to wherever Jing-Wei is.”
“You’re just damn lucky you lived.”
"Yeah..." Neena knew it still wasn't good. In all of the floating nimbus, she was well aware that there were parts of her body she still couldn't feel at all. But she didn't want to talk about that and didn't want him to have to tell her. Not just yet, anyway.
She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, "I was out for a while, wasn't I? I have had the strangest series of fucked up dreams."
“A couple of days. Don’t know who’s all been in and out. I’ve dropped in a few times.” Logan rubbed the back of his neck. “Messaged your contact list. Figured that as the easiest way to let people know. Your ex thought I was joking.”
He wouldn’t joke about that. Not like that. Logan had lost too many people.So many, in fact, that he’d deliberately put emotional barriers between him and people he might otherwise get too close to.
"We're not... exes. It was never meant to get that far to begin with. We're just... really complicated friends kind of." But Neena could see Yondu deciding that this was all a joke. After all, he'd seen her in action. He knew damned well she could dodge bullets, he'd witnessed her do it.
Neena tried to wave one of her hands, like waving away a series of bad thoughts. Only her hand barely moved, and it was exhausting as hell. "Thanks for sending that out, though. And for dropping in. And... all of the rest."
As an afterthought, she mumbled, "I didn't make it, you know. In the dreams. That same shot killed me."
“Death ain’t permanent there,” Logan rolled his eyes, though mostly at the Yondu thing. He and Rogue were ‘really complicated friends kind of’ too, even if they might never quite work out the way Rogue wanted. His feelings for her weren’t what she wanted.
“Any time. You had a visitor when I came in, but I think she went to get something to eat.”
"Lucky me... hopefully I dream something after that shit soon then." Neena mumbled, trying to shrug a shoulder. The movement tugged on bandages and extremely unhappy muscles, and she decided to give up on trying to move at all after that. It wasn't worth the effort or the aggravation.
"Must be Rose. You guys don't need to camp around me like it's a funeral. I'm obviously going to live."
“Nah, wasn’t her. She was by while you were in surgery. Apparently she’s your emergency contact.” Logan folded his arms, “Got something you need to tell me about?”
Neena snorted a bit out of her nose and rolled her eyes over the idea he seemed to be implying. "She's my best friend, Logan. Would've been you but you've kept a professional distance lately. And she's gonna be running my bar. Seemed like a safe bet."
It had to be Jaina, then. Because Logan would damn well recognize Aria if she'd shown up. That made her snort again. "Couldn't she have just conjured up some Mana Strudel?"
“Well, I’m tryin’ to not steal you from your ex,” Logan countered. He furrowed his brow and gave her a funny look, “Ain’t sure I know what you mean.”
“She means I’m a mage,” Jaina said, walking back in with a candy bar and soda. “But I really wanted some chocolate.” She waggled her candy bar. “I don’t have enough to share, you’re going to have to suffer, Neena.”
Logan gave Neena a look.
"Oh come on, Proudmoore, I'm riddled with bullet holes over here..." Neena replied, while giving Logan a look of her own. It was a very, very rude look but he was honestly being ridiculous. "Haven't I suffered enough?"
She snorted out through her nose, "But I don't think I could eat it anyway."
And she wasn't really hungry, either. Though the candy bar did look good.
Tauntingly, Jaina waved the candybar under her nose, then took a bite. “Mmm, it’s so good.”
Logan rolled his yes, “Take that porn elsewhere.”
“Nah.” Jaina sank into the chair, leaning back in it and looking smug.
Neena let out a very, very long sigh. "Why are my friends so mean to me? What did I do to deserve this?"
Logan and Jaina exchanged a look, and Jaina was the one that replied, “I’m told it has something to do with a donut.”