9796/All Cooped Up

All Cooped Up
Date of Scene:	27 October 2019
Location:	Medical Lab - X-Men Base
Synopsis:	Triage comes to check on Shannon, and springs her from the medbay. Free at last!
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Triage

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Nightingale has posed:
     It had been a long, but peaceful night, and the medbay's lone patient is still sleeping, earbuds in her ears. Perhaps she awakened at some point during the night and sought refuge in music, perhaps a kindly medic helped her with the earbuds, there is no way of knowing. But, her eyes are closed, her breathing is slow and even, and her expression, placid as she shuts out the fact that she's cooped up in the medbay yet again. Thankfully, there are no bandages present this morning, and no sign of the burns she had suffered in healing Winifred.

Triage has posed:
Chris stops at the door and turns to shake his head to someone outside. "I'll be fine," he says even though his voice betrays that he isn't at full strength. "It's certainly nothing contagious or I'd be hiding somewhere else." He glances toward the bed and then nods. "I can see that. I'll be quiet. I just thought that I'd visit." When the attendant leaves, passing behind him, Chris, waring sweat pants, sneakers, and a hoodie, leans against the frame of the door for a moment before he enters the room. He strolls toward Shannon's bed, snagging a stool on the way.

Nightingale has posed:
     For a moment or two more, Shannon appears asleep. Her hand shifts, the cord of her earbuds draped over her fingers caught, tugging the earbuds free. If one listens, one can hear a very serene, light piece playing, an older song but still beautiful. She cracks open first one eye, then the other, as she realizes the music is no longer quite so easily heard as before. She smiles a little, reaching to tap her phone and pause the song. "Hey you... thought you were going to be resting. How are you feeling?"

Triage has posed:
Chris hears faint hints of the song when Shannon's finger snags on the cord and pulls the bud out of her ear. He quietly settles on the stool, watching. When she shifts again, more consciously, and then greets him, he smiles. "I'm still not to full power but I'm well enough to be awake for a while. So ... I thought that I'd come to check on you. Seeing you in better shape than yesterday helps, too. How are you? Do you need anything?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles and pushes herself to sitting up, and runs her fingers through her hair. Right now she has perhaps the world's worst case of bed-head, but at least her color is better than the day before, not a bad sunburn. "I'm alright, just going a little stir-crazy in here. But they haven't discharged me yet, so... I'll deal with it. It's just real quiet in here." Tugging the sheet just a little bit higher to ensure she remains modest, she tilts her head. "I think that's a full pan of lasagna I owe you, never mind a pizza."

Triage has posed:
Chris continues to smile when Shannon shifts in the bed and then self-consciously runs her hands through her hair. He shakes his head. "Don't fuss," he says. "You look fine to me." He glances around the room. "They can't do much for you that you can't do for yourself. I'll go and fetch some real clothes for you, and I'll see if we can't break you out of here when you're ready, and make room for real patients."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon laughs a bit and swings her legs over the edge of the bed. She does, however, keep her back turned away from him, or as far away as one can, but well, johnnies were never meant to cover all. She bunches up the sheet behind her, to try and cover what she can, with a sheepish grin. "The sooner the better. Heck, I'm about ready to just tie this sheet around me and walk out of here as is."

Triage has posed:
Chris drops from the stool, kicks it aside, and circles the bed toward Shannon. "Wrap the sheet around you. I'll walk close behind you to give you cover," he suggests. "We'll take you to your room and bring the sheet back when you're ready. We'll have that lasagna and pizza soon enough. I'm just glad that you're improving."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon wraps the sheet around her shoulders and neck, tying it in a few key spots so it looks like an improvised chiton rather than a sheet hiding a... johnny. At least it's passable, until she can make it to her dorm, barring any encounters with someone in between now and then. "Lasagna it is, soon as I get a little more rest. It may be an easy recipe but still..." She chuckles a little bit, shuffling across the floor with as much dignity as she can muster, in her improvised chiton.

Triage has posed:
"If you bake it, it'll be fine," Chris assures, smiling. "Bake enough for both of us. I don't think that you're ready for prime time but you should get back to classes." He looks toward the door and suggests. "We'll take the elevator. Soon, you'll be able to rest in your own room. If you want dinner, I'll bring something to you."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon laughs, and shakes her head. "Okay, so two pans of lasagna instead of one. Sure hope there's enough in the kitchen for that." She heads for the door with Chris, keeping her head up, though her face flames. The sooner she was back in some normal clothes--or even pajamas--the better! This was embarrassing!