unless you're bullet proof || open (with some closed prompts in comments)

[swordandshield]

CHARACTERS: Felix, closed prompts for Kazuma, Finn and Steve, and OTA prompts
LOCATION: various around Ximilia station
DATE: the weeks post-Die is Cast mission
CONTENT: boredom in the infirmary, escaping said infirmary, random tidbits; giving Kazuma his pocketwatch back, training Finn and Steve
WARNINGS: language, whiny bored manchild, maybe mild violence in training

i. we set to survive || infirmary

[Felix barely remembered getting to the infirmary. He was pretty sure someone dragged his limp body through the hallways to get him here after their arrival back on the station. Lucky for everyone involved he didn't have his armor on. Everyone but him actually.

What was done was done. Felix could hardly move to scratch his nose even now that he was back on the station, pumped full of medicine, liquids, magic, and whatever else this place had for healing methods all combined. He hoped they mixed better than meds and alcohol generally did not in his personal experience because otherwise he was not looking forward to his days here.

A week's worth of time. He was stuck in the infirmary recuperating his strength for a full goddamn week. Every second of it was dull and aching and boring when he wasn't flat out sleeping off the pain.]

When can I leave?

[He asked often as if he wasn't still using up all his energy just to lift a glass of water to his mouth. Thank fuck for straws.]

Why are you here?

Fuck. That hurts!

This is the longest time I've spent in an infirmary and I hate it.

Just give me a damn book to read, I don't care what it is.

[Were also common things he said to whoever came too close. He was miserable, bored, and everyone around was damn well going to know it.]

ii. we tread, we rise, on earth can't keep us || hallways from infirmary to rooms

[After a week passed, Felix was ready to get the hell out of the infirmary. Except perhaps his body wasn't quite as ready as his mind would have liked. It took him a few tries to make it off the bed quietly enough not to alert a damn medic or helper. Then it was an effort to make it out of the door without his legs giving out on him.

When he made it into the hallway he felt instant relief--followed quickly by the urge to sit the fuck down. Just slide down the wall and plop his ass on the floor. He somehow managed to resist the urge and put one foot in front of the other. Felix was determined to make it to his room before he passed out. He had walked farther and survived worse than this, he could manage a simple walk down the hall to his quarters. Despite his determination however, his hand stayed against the wall for added support.

And he didn't necessarily make it to his room without being caught. He was easy to spot whenever he stopped to regain some strength every so often, leaned heavily against the wall just to stay upright. Hopefully no one would try to put him back in the infirmary. He was very insistent he just get to his room. He'd be fine after that.]

iii. it's lonely on the other side || common area(s)

[A few more days passed while Felix stayed in his room well away from everyone else. It was nice but Felix was used to social interaction on a near daily basis. He couldn't stay hidden away forever.

When he reemerged he had somehow managed to get his armor on by himself. His swagger returned with the comforting shell of form fitting undersuit and carapace-like outer armor. He no longer limped or held his hand against the wall for support although those with a careful eye might notice he did pause every so often possibly to regain his strength. But the armor hid the rest and supported him with its shape and powered form. It held him in place. He felt better with it around him. He wasn't going to take it back off for a while.

During lunch and super times he could be found in the cafeteria. His helmet was off while he ate, set aside on the table near him. Anyone trying to touch it would get their hand slapped.

In the common area he could sometimes be spotted lounging in a chair with a book in hand. Yes, he did manage to lounge while in his full set of armor. He even managed to look comfortable. Keep him company and he might read a passage from his book out loud for entertainment. It seemed to bring him some calm and comfort to read for an audience.

In the training room the mercenary found out rapidly that his usual work-out routine was still a little bit too much for him. A piece of equipment clattered to the ground angrily as Felix threw it to the ground in frustration one late evening. Even with the armor supporting him he grew tired too fast. He had to take breaks often and reevaluate his routine to suit his current condition. It irritated the hell out of him so he made for a poor exercise partner at the moment.]

iv. wildcard!

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Comments

[deaddrop]

[Natasha doesn't flinch. She's faced the Hulk's temper, and while that might have made her blink, it's going to take more than a soldier lashing out at an inanimate object to get her to crack.

It does remind her of what she knows about Felix, though.

The likelihood of her forgetting that he's a dangerous man capable of violence is very low. But it already was. He's not the only person on the station who fits that description, and he won't be the last, not the first person she's worked with.]

Feeling any better?

[Levelly.]

[swordandshield]

No.

[Flatly. Truthfully.]

But I'll deal with it.

[The rage was gone now, at least, drained out of him with the chemicals in his system, leaving the dull quiet behind to fester and him to sulk. He turned back to the equipment one more time and slowly began to pick things up, put them away. The work was methodical and easy, and cemented the calm that took the place of the feral outburst.]

[deaddrop]

[She won't fault him for that. His anger seems to have faded, and truthfully she's not all that worried for herself.

Perhaps it's arrogant, but she has a fair amount of confidence in her own abilities.]

I'm sure you will.

[Flat in return.]

You'll do better tomorrow.

[swordandshield]

[He tensed briefly at the barb. He wasn't sure if she intended it as such or not but he couldn't help but feel patronized all the same. He forced himself to let it.]

Yeah, I will.

[Sleep it off, come back tomorrow and do more. That was the plan. Till then, he had other things he could...probably be doing instead of avoiding. He'd just do those things and call it a day.]