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— TAKESHI . KOVACS ([personal profile] kovach) wrote in [community profile] ximilialog2023-04-03 09:11 pm

( open ) ain't no grave can hold my body down

CHARACTERS: takeshi kovacs & you
LOCATION: various locations on the station
DATE: a few days after the mission return + any days over the rest of the month
CONTENT: post canon update return
WARNINGS: excessive blood and some heavily sustained injuries



I. AIN'T NO GRAVE ( cw: excessive blood, stab/gun wounds )   closed to marta

[ Go on. Do it.

he wakes up on the floor, the cold ground of the station leaving him to believe he's still on head in the clouds. but it lacks the chaos of the satellite that had been plummeting back to the planet, losing altitude fast, the rush of the fall no longer popping his ears. his hands are empty. she's no longer in his arms. he looks down to see them fully stained red.

I'll never stop.

he peers around in panic, shouting her name. ]
Rei? Rei! [ but he doesn't see her, nothing but the empty cold walls that feel familiar somehow, but in that moment, the adrenaline has him confused. he begins to walk, slow and then faster, nearing a run if only he could. but his body feels weak and he realizes he's losing plenty of his own blood too.

hazily, he focuses his mind on it — pain at his belly from a gash or two, sharp blade. an aching burn on his right side, blaster shot. aching throbbing near his head, katana. it pierced through to the other side, he remembers that.

his feet move from memory, but his mind is elsewhere, only thinking of rei's face, that way she'd looked at him. was she begging him without saying it? was she asking him to end it? his hands are still soaked — her blood.

I'll never stop.

he nearly stumbles when he reaches the entry of the infirmary. the door opens automatically for him just as he crashes against the frame, gripping it to keep upright, feeling the injuries starting to take their toll. he knows where he is. he remembers. and he remembers why his feet brought him here of all places. it isn't for the wound.

his eyes don't need to look far to find her, catching her with her back turned away. it's just as her body moves, angling towards his direction that he mutters, ]


Marta ...

[ and then he collapses. ]


II. CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN   open to all

[ it's almost strange to remember this place now, considering that it wasn't too long ago he'd been struggling with his memories, empty holes that he'd had to figure out how to fill. but now it's all there, the year and more spent on his station, existing alongside the days that he returned back to his own world for a few days.

kovacs remembers the mission on ciraiwei, with the evacuation efforts and the final days he spent there camping out by the orb. ryunosuke had rushed towards it to grab it when it was decided they didn't have any time left. he was supposed to come back to the station with everyone else, just as he'd done time and time again after each mission, but somehow he'd ended up back where he'd come from instead.

and now he was here again, days after everyone's return, it seems, little time passing both here and in his own timeline, and yet still somehow feeling like he'd spent an eternity away, if only because his mind is still trying to catch up with the simultaneous memories aligning side by side.

having arrived in shitty shape (as is customary for him at this point), marta makes sure he doesn't leave the infirmary until he heals from the wounds he sustained. anyone either working there, recovering there, or just simply coming by for a visit, might find him at one of the beds, grimacing as he tries to sneak away while his girlfriend's eyes aren't locked on him, just so he can slip out for a much-needed smoke. helping him escape would definitely get some appreciation points from him but if you don't want to risk the fierce spanish swearing of one feisty cuban nurse, it might be better to shove him back on the bed.

otherwise, he'll be found around the station in the days after, once he's recovered enough to move around, either digging out some cereal to pour into a bowl in the kitchen, finally enjoying that cigarette at a small bridge overlooking a river in the sunlight room, or already trying to retrain his body to move comfortably again in the training room. ]



( just a note: kovacs did not arrive back at the station with the team after the last mission. he will have been missing for a day and a half before he returns from a canon update. anyone is free to have noticed his absence if you'd like but feel free to have missed it completely since he wasn't gone for too long. open to old and new characters alike! if you'd like a more personalized starter, just hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] hepburns or send a pm. ♥ )
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ii.

[personal profile] rootlessly 2023-04-04 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Vash hasn't had need of the infirmary (yet), but he has been trying to get himself familiarized with the layout of the ship until it's time for his first mission, so eventually, he does end up walking by, coincidentally just in time to witness Kovacs' escape attempt. He's not going to rat the guy out, of course, but he does linger to keep an eye on the situation for a few moments, just in case the injured man ends up needing some help.

What ends up happening instead is this: a staff member comes around the corner for their rounds at the same time as Kovacs has paused to rest, leaving him standing in their direct line of sight. But before said staff member can go question Kovacs and/or drag him back to bed, there's suddenly a tall blond man in a red coat who makes a tremendous racket, apparently having tripped and knocked over some kind of equipment attached to one of the empty beds. Oh gosh, he is just so very sorry, he's new, see, and he got lost looking for the bathroom and tripped over a wire he hadn't seen in his haste, he'd be happy to help them set everything back to rights if they could just show him how it's supposed to be set up. Did he mention he's really, really sorry?

And if his gestures are just a little too big and dramatic, it's certainly because he's really so embarrassed, that's all. It couldn't have anything to do with blocking their field of vision and buying the other man a few more moments to escape.

Sometime later, Kovacs might see that same man casually walking down the hallway toward him. Maybe it's a coincidence?]


The nurse on-call comes back from break in about ten minutes, so it's probably a good time to start heading back.

[Or maybe not.]
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[personal profile] rootlessly 2023-04-21 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Learning that said nurse is this man's girlfriend draws his own answering eyebrow raise -- suffice to say he did not expect that to be what he was stepping into when he engaged in his shenanigans. Sorry if he enabled getting you into the doghouse for a bit there, buddy.

The question, meanwhile, has him laughing a little sheepishly, hands raised in placation.]


Ahaha, I'd hope I don't seem so sinister as to be extorting an injured man.

[Come on, does he look like a cunning opportunist to you, sir!!

...It does seem a little sad to Vash that it would be this man's first assumption, though. Someone who's been burned a lot in his life, probably.]
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[personal profile] rootlessly 2023-04-21 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah, there it is. He'd gotten the vibe from the man immediately of course, but the mention of 'do-gooder' seals it. Someone whose priorities this man would consider either impractical or foolish or both. His expression goes a tinge more solemn, though the sheepish quality lingers some.]

I mean, we're all here to set some things right, aren't we? It makes sense to help each other out with that, when we can.

[Not that this has anything to do with the orbs or regrets, but you know. People like this man don't typically like to hear that someone just cares about them because they happen to be breathing around them.]
Edited 2023-04-21 03:53 (UTC)
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[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2023-04-06 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
T.K.!

[The amount of pure relief in two little letters cannot be understated; Newt came as soon as he heard about all of it — coming back, being injured, all of the so super fun stuff that comes with it — and Kovacs can be guaranteed he won't have any measure of peace for the next few hours. Newton crosses the infirmary pretty damn fast for someone with legs that short.]

Are you kidding me, man? You can't just vanish like that!

[Don't worry, he doesn't sound angry; he does sound like he's verging on a tiny little meltdown over the reappearance of his friend. Kovacs undoubtedly got... that... long-winded message from him...]

You're lucky, I would totally beat you up if you weren't already in a bed!

[no he wouldn't]
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[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2023-04-25 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Ugh, it's so stupid. His eyes are already full by the time he makes it over to Kovacs, his lips thinned to try and mask the wobbling; he feels like a needy child who had thought their mom left them in the store on purpose — why'd you do that to me wants to jump out of him, knowing full well Kovacs had nothing to do with it, followed by a how'd you get so beat up, which is bouncing around his head like a jar of shaken bees.

He's up on his toes, the bed tall enough to give him a little trouble. But he wastes no time grabbing him up and giving him an obnoxiously sentimental sideways hug, anyway, because it's slowly becoming part of his love language when it comes to big burly guys whose actions sometimes speak a thousand times louder than words. In his defense, he tries really hard not to jostle the patch-up job that seems to be the rest of his friend.]


What the fuck, man. What the fuck.

[He pulls back, looks him over, and then pulls him into another, more loose hug. The gravity of it really seems to settle in then, when he considers how long it might've been for Kovacs — or how absolutely shitty an experience, considering the state of him.]

You okay?
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[personal profile] groupiedrifter 2023-04-28 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Newt can hear the pain in Kovacs' voice, short as his answers are, but most importantly, he can feel the shift in his body, the way his jaw twitches against where his shoulder leans. He adjusts his hold, hugs Kovacs more firmly, still too aware of his injuries — but also too aware that they're not what hurt right now. It's easy to feel that trill of panic, the ice-cold awareness that something bad has happened. More than just being hurt, because they all get hurt a lot. It wouldn't have meant anything to Kovacs, being laid up with another unfortunate ache and pain.

This has to be something else altogether, to make the air so thin so suddenly.

He leans his cheek in, close enough to hear the softest shift in breathing.]


You don't have to be strong if you're hurting, T.K.

I got you, man. I'm here.
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[personal profile] youre_nicked 2023-04-06 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gina is only in the infirmary to bring something to Professor Mikotoba; when it turns out he isn't there right now, she's ready to slope off to make a nuisance of herself elsewhere. Then she spots a familiar face, looking extremely physically uncomfortable in the act of trying to exit his sickbed.

Unhelpfully loudly, she exclaims: ]
Cor! Wot 'appened to you?
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kitchen — ;

[personal profile] karaoqi 2023-04-09 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Hey. [ Shang-chi's greeting is pleasant and casually said from his place at the kitchen counter because who has the patience to pour a bowl of cereal and milk and then head to the mess hall to eat it?

No.

One grabs everything together and eats over the kitchen sink like a little gremlin. It's just how it's done. ]
Haven't seen you around for a couple days.

[ In other words, not in their usual meet-up place whenever they've got station downtime and a little bit of time to kill: the ol' training room.

Shang-chi slides the carton of milk he's been hoarding for his own bowl of cereal (some brand of wheat O's that might as well be off-brand Cheerios but with a delicious sugary addition he can't quite put his finger on) towards Kovacs now, before resuming swirling his spoon in milky, cereal goodness.

Casually: ]


Hiding out? Or recovering?
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[personal profile] naloxone 2023-04-15 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ and then he collapses.

and then he has the fucking nerve to collapse, right there at the entrance of the infirmary, at least ten feet away from the nearest empty bed like her 5'6" frame can somehow carry all 6'2" of his ass. nevermind she's somehow managed it before, like those stories you hear of mothers lifting cars to save their children; nevermind she'd do it again and again and again, any time she has to, because it's him and he's hers and she'll always be there to pick him back up even when the fury bubbling up inside her could be enough to blot out the sun.

to be clear, she isn't mad at him.

to be even clearer, that might not necessarily spare him from said fury anyway. ]


Maldito.

[ it's the kind of shout you can hear throughout the entire station, even though she never actually raises her voice any higher than normal. what had she been doing prior to hearing him call for her? she can no longer remember, because all that matters now is getting to his side, putting a hand to his cheek, feeling that he's real. even the blood beginning to pool where he's fallen, soaking into the knees of her pants, are a strange sort of comfort; the warmth from the blood a detail a dream or hallucination surely wouldn't catch, which means this is real. he's here. he's back. ]

Tak. It's okay — I got you.

[ now all she has to do is make sure he doesn't die on her. ]
Edited 2023-04-15 03:26 (UTC)
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[personal profile] naloxone 2023-05-29 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the answer comes in a clipped tone from the chair dragged close to the side of his bed, ] I'm good, thanks.

[ there at his bedside, perched neatly into an armchair brought in specifically for the visitors of longer-stay patients, is the very object of his dreams, looking for all the world like she can't quite decide whether she's two seconds away from kissing him or throttling him. the brusque, snappish response borders on that thin line between playful and deeply annoyed, a tone he might know well from the many times he tries to test her limits; yet there is a sharpness in the way she looks at him that is critical, clinical, echoing the tension in the grip of the book she's got propped open across her lap.

she takes a breath, one of the first full ones she's had since settling him down on that bed. ]


Welcome back.