Dr. Adrien Arbuckal (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thisavrou2016-11-21 10:21 pm
prorenataa) wrote in thisavrou2016-11-21 10:21 pm
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[ He'd meant to make this audio only but it was too much effort and when the video came up instead, Adrien couldn't be arsed to switch it out.
So have an image of one of your medical professionals, Moira crew. The right side of his face, particularly around the temple and orbital bone is a spectacular black, purple, red and shade of green and the bruising traces down across his cheek. He has butterfly bandages on a cut across the eyebrow, the edge of which disappears into his hair line. His right arm is (currently) in a sling, though he appears to be wriggling his way out of it.
Adrien looked pale; paler than usual, his freckles definitely on display across his otherwise ashen skin. Dark circles were imprinted under his eyes and he kept blinking, as if focusing was a bit of a bitch. Still, when he spoke, his voice was clear (if accented) and to the point. ]
Right that sucked.
We've secured a location and set up the medical tent, though if anyone has some impromptu spots set up, give a shout; especially if you need supplies. Otherwise, if you need treatment ... please seek it out.
[ Yes he said 'please'. Yes he has a major head wound. ]
Has anyone been able to get any sort of count on who is clear of the wreckage? Walking injured? Non-ambulatory injured and dead? We've got track of some of the cryo units but if you know of one, let someone know so we can try to get an accurate count.
[ Reaching up with his now freed right arm, Adrien rubbed at his injured temple, wincing. ]
We've got some supplies here at the tent; water and nutrition bars mostly. Does anyone know the state of the ship? What about our immediate situation? Can anyone tell if we can secure this location and hold it until we can stop the ringing in our ears?
[ Maybe it was just his ears?
Finally, the important question. ]
Any evidence that ... anything ... we saw on the trip here, followed us through?
So have an image of one of your medical professionals, Moira crew. The right side of his face, particularly around the temple and orbital bone is a spectacular black, purple, red and shade of green and the bruising traces down across his cheek. He has butterfly bandages on a cut across the eyebrow, the edge of which disappears into his hair line. His right arm is (currently) in a sling, though he appears to be wriggling his way out of it.
Adrien looked pale; paler than usual, his freckles definitely on display across his otherwise ashen skin. Dark circles were imprinted under his eyes and he kept blinking, as if focusing was a bit of a bitch. Still, when he spoke, his voice was clear (if accented) and to the point. ]
Right that sucked.
We've secured a location and set up the medical tent, though if anyone has some impromptu spots set up, give a shout; especially if you need supplies. Otherwise, if you need treatment ... please seek it out.
[ Yes he said 'please'. Yes he has a major head wound. ]
Has anyone been able to get any sort of count on who is clear of the wreckage? Walking injured? Non-ambulatory injured and dead? We've got track of some of the cryo units but if you know of one, let someone know so we can try to get an accurate count.
[ Reaching up with his now freed right arm, Adrien rubbed at his injured temple, wincing. ]
We've got some supplies here at the tent; water and nutrition bars mostly. Does anyone know the state of the ship? What about our immediate situation? Can anyone tell if we can secure this location and hold it until we can stop the ringing in our ears?
[ Maybe it was just his ears?
Finally, the important question. ]
Any evidence that ... anything ... we saw on the trip here, followed us through?
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He hadn't said what he'd said to Tony looking for sympathy, and in fact perhaps there was a part of him looking for just this sort of ass kicking. But more important was the truth in the words. Adrien would always take truth over empty platitudes.
When Tony calmed slightly but then launched into the true heart of his thoughts, the doctor continued to sit quietly. His eyes tracked the movement with the suit's helmet, marking not only the comfort and strength Tony drew from it but also it's general condition and how it sat between them.
Only once Stark had stalled in the flow of words, did the doctor slowly lever himself forward. ]
I've always wondered, what it was you saw that had affected you so. [ He said quietly and without judgement. Reaching out a hand, he didn't touch the helmet, though he did air trace it's hard, set frown. ] I grew up, knowing about other species but I honestly don't know how I would have responded, if HQ had appeared in the sky, targeting Earth.
[ Would he have been shocked into immobility? Would he have jumped to fight an impossible battle? Adrien knew which answer he wanted but if he was truthful, he couldn't say for certain. ] I'd say you're a credit to yourself, that you didn't spend the first week curled up under your bunk.
[ Sitting back, before he gave in to the desire to pick up the helmet, Adrien leaned back on the crate. ]
Two planets. [ He said quietly, lifting his fingers in that number. ] And an asteroid base. But I know when I go back, it's a drop in the bucket to the number of planets I'll help destroy before anything can be done about it. [ He's not trying to diminish what that city, those people will mean to Tony but it, did seem that the root of both their horror in these losses, was to the same location. ]
If we can't believe we're doing the right thing, Tony ...
[ A crisis of confidence wouldn't be as difficult, if they could manage not to actual care about the human cost in these risks. But in the end, he reached up and rubbed the heel of his hand against his eye. ]
I don't think we get to decide that it never happens again, because I think you know, as well as I do, that it's always going to be a risk. [ A risk without a 100% success rate. ]
When I first came to the Moira I told myself I wasn't going to get involved. I was going to sit on my hands, going to just do my shift in the Medbay, collect my paycheck and that was that. Turns out apathy is easier in theory than in practice.
[ Because Tony was right. There was no viable option, than to get up off their older, wiser(?), bitterer asses and keep trying. At least the stubborn, melancholy idiot was speaking in terms of 'we' rather than 'I'.]
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He just watches Adrien like a hawk - notes the liberal use of "we" - and tries to decide whether he's getting through or not. It seems like he is, at least, which is good enough for now. ]
No offense, [ said in a tone that implies full offense ] but I don't think sitting on your hands suits you anyway.
You're right, we're gonna fuck up, but as far as I can tell, the only thing worse than that is apathy. [ He thinks about all the years he spent blind to Stane's wrongdoings because he'd been so wrapped up in anything but what mattered. That's exactly the kind of person he never wants to be again. ] I'm sure there's some psychology text somewhere that could back me up, but I'm just gonna take credit for it, because I said it.
[ And anyway, a guy who gets spat out in a different dimension and still prioritizes fixing the messes of his previous one is hardly the kind of person who'd be content to sit back and let someone else deal with the important problems. ]
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Adrien wasn't unaware that Tony leverage that ego -or at least the appearance of one- as his own defense mechanism; even against himself. Lowering his head, he pressed his forehead to his knees and after a moment, exhaled a long and deep breath before he spoke; voice muffled behind his legs. ]
How are you doing at telling this to yourself?
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Still, Adrien's no fool. He wouldn't have written that letter if he didn't know full well some of what's going on in Tony's head. So far, all his energy has gone into what needs to come next. Putting one foot in front of the other, as Adrien describes it. If nothing else, Tony's always been good at dusting himself off and resuming the slow, steady march over the coals. ]
I'm faking it til I make it. How'm I doing?
[ He hasn't had a breakdown or an anxiety attack yet, so y'know what, he'll take that victory for what it is. ]
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Yes the coffee beans and the A.I. coffee pot had survived.
There was no fingers in the hair, knotting it this time. In fact, Adrien surfaced and set his chin on his knees, blue eyes studying Tony for a long moment. ]
What's going to happen when you have to slow down and rest? Will the exhaustion be enough or is that hyperdrive mind of yours going to try to kill you?
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At the question, Tony just smiles blandly and with no humor whatsoever. ]
If it hasn't managed so far, I doubt it's going to. [ Honestly. ] But if it's any consolation, do you really see anything slowing down at any point in the immediate future?
[ The only break they've gotten so far has involved being drugged out of their minds and trapped on a planet for a year. ]
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He snapped back to himself and simply gave a shake of his head. ]
Unlikely. [ He said, moving once again to get up to his feet. ] Speaking of which, I need to get back to trying to coordinate what we have left.
I haven't seen or heard from McCoy since the ship went down.
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The prospect of having to do it himself is even more so, which is why he doesn't yet make a move to do so. ]
That figures.
[ Muttered under his breath, that part, because of course they'd be short on doctors when they really need them. Then, louder, as he reaches over to pull the helmet back into his lap. ]
I'm going back to salvage what I can. [ He glances around the makeshift medtent, taking note of what already seems to be present. ] What are you dying to have?
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The truth was, he could reel off quite the list of items he'd like to secure from the wreckage. However, he quickly sorted through that which he could go scavenging for at a later date, tried to identify what would benefit from Tony's skill set and then prioritized from there.
Because he would not be surprised to learn that the man was going to be working himself into the ground, flying back and forth. ]
Portable power.
If it's possible to find something or put something together. We packed the Medbay equipment but without a power source it's all nothing but fancy bricks. I know we have the Cybertronians and other androids but they're going to need to conserve their power for their own needs.
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[ He scratches his chin for a moment, brow furrowed. Cobbling a simple generator together wouldn't be the challenge - he could easily throw one together in a few hours - so much as finding something to reliably power one.
This is the very reason he made the arc reactor in the first place.
He sighs and finally consigns himself to the horrid return to verticality, only wincing slightly in the process. He balances the helmet on one hip while he considers the armor at the entrance of the med tent. ]
Well... in the meantime, if it's a truly dire, life-or-death emergency, let me know. I've got a fallback.