2007-10-01: Nanobots

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Meryl_icon.gif Bekah_icon.gif Niel_icon.gif

Summary: Meryl awaits Niel's return to consciousness in his hospital room, then promptly throws classified information at him. (IT'S COOL, IT'S SEALED.)

Date It Happened: 1 OCTOBER 2008

Nanobots


Private Hospital

The quiet afternoon in the hospital has been interrupted at times by shouts, demands for nurses, dropped trays… But for the most part, it's a rather tranquil day. Meryl's in Megan and Niel's room… She knows it'll take awhile for the morphine to fully work itself out of their systems, but she's sitting cross-legged in a chair, reading a Highlights for Kids magazine. Normally she does actuallly read something more adult, but it was the most interesting thing in the magazine rack, and there's no way she has a subscription to it. No way at all.

REALLY.

Briefly, she looks up and toward the door. She knows Bekah was given some freedom, which she's grateful for - it would suck to have her locked up all the time, after coming so willingly - but she's not sure how many she's been able to heal. If she can handle two a day, or even three, she might still be here for awhile, and the Company doesn't want to rush — Except for the worst cases. Meryl also still wants to talk to the doctor about being on-call for Company emergencies. It'd be nice to have someone like that around… But that talk will have to wait for now.

—-

Bekah has gotten more freedom. And even a clean pair of scrubs to wear. Life must be good, because when she peeks her head around the door frame and then steps inside, she has a mug of coffee in her hand. There are dark circles starting under her eyes, but hey, she's not passing out at the moment. "Have they woken up yet?" She asks towards Meryl as she looks to the two druggies.

—-

Niel is not fully healed, but he'll take some mild first-degree burns over third-degree any day. It's a sunburn vs. deep damage. Yeah. Not a hard choice there. The man is still laid out on his belly, but now he merely has some ointment on his reddened back and shoulders rather than bandages and blackened fragments of skin and muscle. He's snoozing, having just come off the morphine earlier today. It's still working its way out of his system. When Bekah enters, he stirs a little and opens his eyes, but his focus is on the wall, not anyone else. It's the sort of groggy stare one would expect from someone who just woke up.

—-

"Ah, not too much," Meryl answers. "Been waiting, but they're either having really good dreams, or they're still pumped full of drugs. Or their souls have fled into a netherworld and we must go off on a mission to save them." Whatever the reason, it seems the problem has solved itself, at least with Niel. She spots those baby-bl— What colour are his eyes, anyway? Leaning forward on the chair, setting the magazine down nearby, she says, "Hey, buddy! How's it goin'? Feeling any better?" At least her face isn't directly in his, so thank goodness for small favours. "Doc, this is Niel. He enjoys pitas and long walks on the beach. He's a Virgo, his birthday is September 11th, and his blood type is O Negative." She pauses. "I was reading his chart before I found the magazine. Niel, this is Bekah. She took care of your skin rotting problem."

—-

Bekah moves around Niel so that she can get a better view of him. "Hey. It's nice to meet you." Because the slurring last night? She's not counting that. "Long walks on the beach huh? Sounds thrilling." Yes, that's sarcasm. And more coffee being dranken as she moves to lean against the wall near the head of Niel's bed.

—-

Mmmnuh. Niel's eyes rollll over to peer at Meryl, then up at Bekah, then back again. Skin rotting problem. Yeah, we'll call it that. "Hi," he mumbles, still sleepy. "Thanks." It's about all he manages to come up with. Figuring that he's not in danger of hurting something or falling flat on his face due to being drugged up, the man slowly starts to push himself up onto his hands and knees. God, it feels good to move.

—-

"Hey take it easy," she says, voice uncharacteristically soft as she starts to reach out a hand, then pulls it back when she realises that there's nowhere she can really touch that isn't still a little burned. Meryl pulls back, sitting down again. "Next time, try to stay out of the fire, Luv, it'll be a whole lot better on your complexion. I mean, you're so dry already, you'll need a haircut - I won't be able to do a thing with this." She's grinning, though, teasing, even if it might be hard to be sure sometimes.

Eventually, Meryl will have to brief Niel on what, exactly, ended up happening. He probably knows quite a bit already, but she has the details of his case - namely, tracking one of the Level Five escapees. Bekah doesn't have clearance, though. She'll settle on, "You've got some work ahead of you. How d'you feel?"

—-

Bekah looks over to Meryl and raises her eyebrows. "Really? Your worry in all this is his hair?" She asks with a dry tone before she states. "Well, I fell asleep really easily last night, so I'm feeling fine now." Passed out equals falling asleep, right? "I'm taking it a bit slower today. Freedom means I can take a few hours between healing people." Thus healing more people with less passing out.

—-

"She's crazy," Niel grunts as he very carefully turns himself over to sit up on the bed rather than lay sprawled on his belly. He tentatively leans back, grimaces a little at the burning sensation, then settles that way with a sigh. "She worries about crazy things." He's smirking, though. He's probably just teasing too. "I feel like I have a God-awful sunburn, but other than that, I'm fine. Should be ready to get out there as soon as the drugs get out of my system."

—-

"I keep telling them that I need an MRI, but they never listen," Meryl sighs, getting to her feet. At least she has no delusions about the fact that she comes off that way. Keeps everyone on their toes - it's her job, her manifest destiny. Or maybe her attention span's just too short. The world may never know. "I think they say seventy-two hours, but Doc's the doctor, you'd have to ask her," Meryl goes on, sitting on the edge of Niel's bed, instead, which is the whole reason she stood up in the first place. "So did you get into medicine 'cuz of your ability, or did you find out you were a healer after you started in medicine?"

—-

Bekah looks over to Niel. "That's easily taken care of." Minor burns are easy. She reaches out a hand to rest on his shoulder, and the burn fades away. "I was already in medical school when my ability started to kick in. It might have had something to do with choosing emergency medicine as my specialty, though that was a lot personality and desire to say screw you through career choices to my dad." She says continuing to use a dry tone as she turns her attention back from healing Niel to her coffee. "He's fine to be up and around as soon as the morphine is out of his system. Need to keep a watch out for any infections though, with all of them." That's likely been passed on already to the nurses.

—-

Oh hey, the burning sensation is gone. Niel blinks once, twice, then settles in a much more relaxed state. "Thanks," he says again. He hadn't known Bekah was a doctor. Ha, irony. "I just need to sit for a bit." He feels good enough to sit up and move around, but not good enough to get up and go walking places just yet.

—-

"Pretty awesome, eh?" Meryl asks with a smile. She still doesn't feel any sort of connection, so it's not quite time yet to bring up the fact that employment with the Company could be very worthwhile, plus, she'd still have her job at the hospital. The Company could train her skill, help her build endurance beyond what she has now. It's critical to bring it up at the right time.

Once the burns are gone, Meryl has no qualms about throwing her arm around Niel's shoulders and planting a kiss right on his cheek. "You're going to sit for a long bit, 'til someone comes here to give you a go-ahead." She gives Bekah an apologetic look - she does trust the doctor's judgment, but the VIPs won't be happy until a Company-employed doctor takes a look at the man.

"Oh! Hey. Got you some reading material!" Meryl suddenly exclaims, jumping off the bed to run to the small backpack she brought along with her. It's… a file. Sealed, stamped confidential. He'll have to wait to open it, but at least she can say, "That's what's on your schedule for the forseeable future." He'll find all he needs to know about the Level Five breakout, as well as his mark, Jeremiah Richards.

—-

Bekah nods her head. "You'd be better off sitting and taking it easy for awhile. But you should be up and around in a day or so, at least for office type work." The dancing bunny hallucinations should be gone by then. "Make sure you're eating some healthy food today." Even if all she has at the moment is coffee.

—-

Niel is quite taken aback when he's given a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He wasn't quite expecting that reaction and doesn't really know what to do about it. After some hesitation, he tentatively gives Meryl a light pat on the back and sorta returns the embrace, but it's not much of one. Then she bounds off again and hands him a file, which he takes and glances at. He knows he shouldn't open it in the presence of unauthorized personnel, so he doesn't. "Okay, awesome." A grin his shot to Bekah. "Healthy food is what I do."

—-

Inside the file, he'll find, in addition to the notes and document copies, little stickers, smiley faces, and arrows - courtesy of Meryl - pinting out the important bits. Also a drawing of a tyrannosaurus rex eating pancakes.

Or, well, it's probably a T-rex. It could also be a cow, or, say, a vole, but considering it's labeled 'TYRANNOSAURUS RAAAAR,' it's probably a dinosaur.

So, healthy food! "That means all the pizza and chocolate you can fit in your face," Meryl says, excitedly. "And you have a big mouth, so I'm sure we can fit a lot in there. Maybe some whipped cream or something, just to make sure— That reminds me of the time I got spray cheese up my nose. Weirdest thing, I swear. I mean, I guess it was partially my fault since I put it there, but completely unexpected, I assure you." Wistful sigh. "Those were the days."

—-

Bekah gives Meryl a look like she's suspecting the woman is entirely off her rocker. "Right. Or it means things like vegetables, fruits, whole grains, and lean protien. Take your pick." Bekah says with a dry tone and a grin towards Niel. It's probably a good thing that she can't see the inside of that file, or she'd probably be drugging up Meryl with some nice anti-psychotics.

—-

"This is why she's not in charge of my diet," Niel utters to Bekah with an indicative tilt of his head and a jerk of his eyebrows toward Meryl. "I don't think spray cheese is supposed to go in your nose. Or anywhere in your body." He places the file in his lap and folds his hands over it. It'll stay closed until Bekah is no longer in the room. "I'm not going to have any adverse effects from this super-healing, am I? Fingers rotting off, sudden coronary?"

—-

"You've got nanobots," Meryl says. "That's how she does it. She injects little machines into your bloodstream, and they heal you, then they feed off your brain until they completely replace it and you're left with nothing but an empty skull full of nanobots. Then they hail the mothership." She's thought this through, obviously, and somehow everything always comes back to aliens. They are not alone in this universe! HUMANITY IS DOOMED TO FAILURE. Run for your lives! Ploping herself down again in her squishy chair, she picks up her Highlights magazine from before. "It's 'cuz I went to the future and brought back a Terminator. Sorry."

—-

Bekah looks over to Meryl and just blinks. "Right. Because I am obviously Arnold." She says with slightly biting sarcasm before she shakes her head. "Nah. I get most of the adverse effects. You might be a bit tired, but that's likely more from the happy drugs they'd pumped you full of. You're good as new physically. And won't turn into a zombie or anything, either."

—-

Blink. Blink. Niel has no idea what to say to that, so he just turns his attention to Bekah. "Right. Okay." And then peers at Meryl again. "Awesome, then. Thanks again."

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