13080/An Awakening in an Unexpected Place

An Awakening in an Unexpected Place
Date of Scene:	20 April 2021
Location:	Recovery Room 01, The Triskelion
Synopsis:	Yaozu wakes up in the unfamiliar location of the medical facility, attached to assorted machines. Liansong shares what happened and conversation is had.
Cast of Characters:	Yaozu Lin, Liansong "Song" Qing

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Yaozu Lin has posed:
It had been something which had gradually built up over the course of time before it reached the outcome it had within the gymnasium. The lack of oxygen within his blood to circulate through the rest of his body, to feed his body. And it is a thing which takes time in order to right itself, to stabilize, to work through all of his body and become normal again. He's remained stable, as the time has ticked by. Heartrate and breathing both good. And his colour has even improved.

As it would happen, it's somewhere in the late afternoon when Yaozu's breathing and heartrate both start to increase a little bit. Less like one who is unconscious and becoming more like one who is inclined to awaken. Yaozu happens to stir a little bit, the fingers of one of his hands barely moving. There's a little sound from him, and his lashes give a slight flicker before opening. What... the hell? "Zài nali...?" he murmurs. 'Where...?', in Mandarin. It's not his room, it's not their suite, it's not the gymnasium.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
Liansong is dozing lightly when the rhythm of breathing and heartrate change. Not only can he hear it on the monitors, but he can hear both quite clearly. With that change, Liansong's glacial blue eyes open. He rises to his feet and paces to the bed, talons clacking lightly on the floor with each step, both setting down and picking up. Clack as the nails settle, a slightly softer clack as they lift again.

His hand comes to rest on Yaozu's arm, just above the IVs that have been stuck into the man. "Bànlu, nín zài yiliáo fangmiàn. Ni zhège báichi. Dang nín yijing wúfa huxi shí, nín chángshì zhànlì. /Ni zài xiang shénme/??" Liansong looks stressed, as only a truly stressed bird can look. His feathers are all sucked in tight to his body. His the fleshy bit above his nares distinctly reddish pink. His ear tufts lying as flat as the rest of his feathers.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
The clacking of the talons upon the floor aren't entirely unexpected. It doesn't really surprise him that Liansong is near. That part of things is, at least, a normal one. His gaze turns easily, albeit blinkingly, to Liansong as his hand comes to rest upon his arm. He does, at least, lay mostly still, and he doesn't struggle.

And he does listen, his brow furrowing a little bit as puzzle pieces slowly slide into place in his brain. "Duìbùqi... Wo hen danxin ni. Yiliáo de...? Ó... Nà... Zài mou zhong yìyì shàng... Wo xiang. N... Wo... Bùshì zhen de zài xiang," Yaozu says quietly. And he's quiet for a moment, thinking and perhaps attempting to recall what he remembers of what had happened before the world turned to darkness. He had been trying to get to his feet, he remembers that. He doesn't argue, at least -- Liansong is right. "Fashengle shénme?" he asks, still quiet.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
Liansong grunts. With his feathers all slicked back as they are, he looks like a stressed out bird. And he is. "You collapsed, mate," he says, in English. "You missed an appointment for this afternoon so I got sent to collect you, since I know you and know where you're likely ta be. Really, ya need ta start carryin' your phone on ya. Or an ear bud at least, so when someone's tryin' ta get a hold a'ya, we can!" Oh no. Definitely not happy.

"Your last O2 sats were low. Need ta run more tests. You're lucky Skye was in the gym, or ya might've died, ya daft idiot."

Yaozu Lin has posed:
They had, once upon a time, talked about different feather positions. And Yaozu recognizes that slicked back feather look. He makes a soft sound of acknowledgement about collapsing, and gives a small nod at that as well. He has a vague recollection of things going black. Which would be the moment before the collapse happened. "I am sorry, ah'Song. I did not mean to cause you such stress, such worry," he says quietly, the words sincere. He speaks in English as well, now.

"I did not know that I had an appointment. I will try to make sure that I have it with me. It is... habit. To not have it in the gym," he says softly, his brow furrowing a little bit. Yaozu is quiet a moment after the last of what Song has said, studying him. "I... was feeling off. Like I could not catch my breath. It is why I sat down. I do not wish to die, ah'Song. I remember that I was talking to Skye... what did she do?"

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
"Well ya did, ya stubborn jackass," replies Liansong. "Whether you meant to or not, you did. Cause. Stress. Gah! I can't even get ma words out how I want them ta come out!" Yup. Definitely stressed. "Of /course/ ya didn't know ya had an appointment, ya daft prick. That's what happens when ya don't have communications on ya." The Aussie sure is coming out thick right now. It's not usually much more than a cultured hint, just enough to point at somewhere exotic and far away.

He takes a breath and reaches up to run his talons through his feathers atop his head. The effect afterward is... well. Feathers are very much out of place. Sticking up here and there, a bit of fluff hanging akimbo, and one pointed almost straight forward. The skin around his nares remains flushed a reddish pink color. "She restarted you're heart when you went into cardiac arrest for lack of oxygen. If she hadn't been there, the guys from Medical might not have arrived quick enough. And I couldn't find the bloody defib unit in the gym. Which reminds me, when this is over and done, I'm cataloguing where each and every medical kit and defib unit is in this bloody building so I know where it is next time." Next time?? Does that mean Yaozu could crash on them again??

Yaozu Lin has posed:
The Chinaman actually winces slightly from the scolding that he's on the receiving end of. That's likely not a common thing to see happen, given his typical lack of emotion. Perhaps he's a bit on the vulnerable side of things, just now. Yaozu ducks his chin a little bit, and he can't help but to feel bad over the situation. He could have prevented it from happening. Wholly and completely. "You are not wrong, Song," he agrees in a quiet voice.

"It is my fault. I could have prevented the entire situation from happening," he says, his brow furrowing a bit. It takes him a moment before he looks over to Song again, and he notices the feathers all akimbo. He shifts a little bit in the bed, and then he moves, to try to sit up. Even just that much movement has an impact on his breathing, though, causing it to ramp up to a quicker rate. And that makes him sit a bit on the still side of things and rethink trying to fix Song's feathers no matter how much he wants to. Then he blinks a bit, one of his eyebrows quirking up. "Cardiac arrest... ? I... I did not know, Song. I had no idea that could happen," he says quietly, frowning. Then he blinks and tilts his head faintly to one side. "Next time...?"

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
Liansong blows out a breath. "I know I'm not wrong, ya daffy prick," he says, but his tone is a little less vehement and caustic now. He's starting to calm down, so this is a good thing. He nods. "Yeah, mate. Ya could've. If you had simply stayed sitting down instead of bloody getting up when you were already having issues breathing." He grimaces faintly and fusses with his feathers again. This is no better. They're even more askew than they had been minutes before.

Before the machines can beep their alarm, Liansong is already moving to support the trying to sit up Yaozu. He helps him to sit up and then adjusts the bed while keeping an arm at the man's back. Somewhere along the way, he'd been changed into a hospital gown. At least this one is mostly closed on the back. But that means someone saw him naked.

"Careful, Yao. Sit and breathe, mate. Sit and breathe." He takes a breath of his own. At least his feathers are within easy reach now, if Yaozu is still entertaining notions of fixing them. That is something easier said than done. "Yeah. Cardiac arrest. Heart can't beat if there's not enough oxygen getting to it. So it stops. That's what happened to you. And yeah. There could be a next time. Bloody knowing you, there /will/ be a next time. Hrmph."

Yaozu Lin has posed:
"Shi de," Yaozu affirms, giving a small nod at that. "It would have been prevented, that way. It is... habit. I did not think it was that bad, that I would not be able to stand," he says quietly, his brow furrowing a little bit. "It would have been prevented, as well, if I had my device with me, to receive the message about the appointment," he adds. One of his eyebrow quirks up slightly, his hazel gaze caught by the feathers being all askew.

He finds himself leaning a bit against Song's arm behind him, which wasn't a thing that he was expecting. Just from sitting up! Yaozu manages a little grateful smile. "Xiexie ni, ah'Song," he says softly, his breathing rate still quicker than normal. As he realizes that he's in just a hospital gown, there's a flicker of worry and something else that passes through his eyes. "My robes?" he asks quietly. It's not really the question he means to askHe has perhaps heard of or experienced the fact that clothing is sometimes cut off in medical situations.

With the feathers being closer, he does lift a hand to gently try to put them back to order. He does try, and he seems to know a little bit about how feathers lay with one another. Maybe he's done a bit of reading about it? "I am trying," he says softly. He is, at least, sitting. And breathing, well... he keeps doing that, too. And it does start to ease back towards normal. He settles back a bit, leaning against Song's arm behind him. "I... would rather there not be a next time, ah'Song," Yaozu says softly, his brow furrowing a little bit.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
Liansong finishes getting the bed situated and blows out a breath. "Yeah well. If I had gone immediately after you missed your appointment instead of waiting an hour, it could've been prevented too. But I didn't. Just... from now on, carry your tech on you. And stop pushing yourself so bloody hard, mate!

He tilts his head at an angle, and shakes it. "Your robes? Cut off. Probably burnt by now. Cut off clothing goes to the incinerator." There's absolutely nothing to say whether or not he's being truthful, or fucking with Yaozu.

He eases the man back against the bed now, and withdraws his arm from behind him. He freezes in place before pulling all the way back, when he feels Yaozu's fingers on his feathers. He shudders ever so lightly, something that, as close as he is, can be clearly seen, and likely felt, by the man. "There will be a next time and we both know it. You push yourself far too hard for there not to be."

Yaozu Lin has posed:
"There are many things which could have been done differently, Song," Yaozu says softly. He closes his eyes for a moment and shifts a little bit, and then he gives a small shake of his head. "This is not your fault. You should not need to chase after me to let me know how about appointments. I need to be taking care of myself in such things," Yaozu adds, his brow furrowing a little bit. "I will try, with the device. And I will try not to push myself so hard," he says. Whether or not he'll succeed, well... that remains to be seen.

Yaozu blinks at what Song says about his robes, and one of his eyebrows quirks. "Cut off...?" he asks quietly. This is disturbing to him, and he shifts slightly, his breathing nudging faster again. "They would not have been hard to remove," he says in a quieter voice, looking to Song for a moment.

He doesn't fuss with the feathers too much, given that his efforts aren't likely the most effective. And given that Song shuddered in that way. "Sorry... they were... sticking out all over," he says softly, a ghost of a smile touching just at the corners of his lips. "I train... I try to keep myself fit and in shape... I will try to do less," he adds, ducking his chin a little bit.

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
Liansong shakes his head a little bit. "It's not your fault either, mate. Not really. We should have been keeping you under more careful observation. And we should have barred you from the gym until we got the initial results back." He nods ever so slightly. "Trying is really all I can ask for. All anyone can really ask for," he says, beak opening in a little of a smile.

He reaches out a hand and rests it on Yaozu's upper arm. "Hey, mate. I know that your robes are special ta ya. I removed them. They're there," he says, nodding to the chair on the other side of the bed from where he'd been sitting when Yaozu woke up. And there they are. Folded up neatly, not all cut up, nor burnt. "Calm down, now. If you pass out, I swear, Ima take tattoo remover ta your hide."

Liansong holds very still after that one shudder, his eyes half closing. Clearly, this is something that he's enjoying. The shudder must not have been a bad one. "Mmm..." His eyes blink open a few seconds after Yaozu's fingers leave his feathers, an almost disappointed cast to his features. He straightens up and clears his throat. "Yes, well," he says. "Less, in this case, is more." Trying to act like that hadn't felt fantastic, he is! "Oh," he says, as though just thinking of something. "You're officially barred from the athletics area, the gymnasium, the sporting courts, the swimming pool, and weapons testing area." He pauses and seems to consider something. "In fact, you are banned from physical activity without an escort and monitoring until further notice."

Yaozu Lin has posed:
"There are many ways in which it is my fault, Song," Yaozu says softly, tilting his head faintly to one side. And he's not entirely wrong with that. He should have stayed sitting, he should have sent Skye for Song when he first had problems breathing, he should have had his device with him. One of his eyebrows arches up at the potential of being barred from the gym, a thing that would be... challenging, or someone such as him. He gives a small nod. "Shi de, ah'Song... I will try," Yaozu says quietly.

It takes him a moment to focus on the words, to hear what Song is saying about his robes. And he blinks a couple of times before turning his head to look towards the chair that Liansong had indicated. And seeing the robes, he seems to relax a bit, easing back against the bed. And there's a bit of colour that creeps to his cheeks at first and then a flurry more when it sort of strikes his brain that he's been seen naked, and his gaze turns back to him. "Thank you, ah'Song. The robes... they are from my laoshi. They come from Tibet," he says quietly. A little bit shared. "No tattoo remover," he adds, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Noticing Liansong's reaction when he stops trying to sort out the feathers, Yaozu lifts his right hand and makes a small gesture. "Come a little closer... I will try to straighten more of them out for you," he offers, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. And then comes the news he hadn't been expecting, which causes him to tilt his head to one side. And there is perhaps a sense of that he's trying to find a loophole in the restrictions. Except that Liansong has buttoned up the restrictions fairly well on him. "And the escort... who will that be?" he asks softly, attempting to remain calm about the matter. "What sort of monitoring?"

Liansong "Song" Qing has posed:
Notes for pose in morning: Escort: Whoever the fuck happens to be on duty at the time, mate.

Monitoring: Whatever the escorts decides ta subject ya to.