riverviewlogs | Every fight has a purpose (Open)

who: Alexander Pierce & Open
what: Come visit him at the hospital or home during his recovery.
when: Beginning-Mid April
where: Riverview Hospital / Communal Housing
warnings: None yet

i. Hospital
[Alexander was no slouch when it came to pain, but it had been quite some time since he had been injured so severely that he could recall. After the Winter Soldier had fled after assaulting him, he had managed to stagger his way out of his office until an employee had come across him and made a fuss of calling for medical assistance.

The Riverview Hospital was a fine establishment; he often volunteered his time there comforting and playing games with those who were there for the long haul. This was his first time being admitted as a patient, and while he wouldn't remember much of the first few days thanks to the miracles of excellent pain management therapy, he was taken to surgery to repair the broken cheek bone that caused his eye to sag in the socket. The surgery certainly didn't help with any of the bruising that he had developed and the whole right side of his face was a blackened bruise with an impressive shiner to boot.

He had a line of fine sutures at his hairline, and his recovery had been fraught with headaches. It was difficult to read books, work on his crosswords or even to watch television. He often contented himself with a request of a radio to listen to classical music. He chatted with the nurses and doctor stuff when he could but otherwise, he looked forlorn at sitting in a hospital room looking out the window.

Mentally, he was planning where to take this situation for his own express benefit. There would be many that would say he deserved the strike, though he hadn't yet revealed how the incident had occurred. Whenever the medical staff had asked, he simply said it was a private matter and the individual in question was in a difficult place.

So, any visitors while he was awake were appreciated. He tried to work when he wasn't fighting a headache, but otherwise, he lay in patient wait for his discharge date.]

ii. Communal Housing

[His release date had been delayed until he could prove he could walk steady on his feet and ascend and descend stairs well. Even then, he made certain to move gingerly on uneven surfaces and when he was climbing the stairs. Some of the staff had been concerned that he lived alone and that it was not the best scenario to release him into with the occasional headache that he suffered from. He was an adult, and he was certain he could continue to mind himself just fine, thank you very much.

He made his way back to his room in the Communal Housing complex with a small bag of groceries, finding it unfair that he had missed such an exciting festival. No matter, he took himself up the stairs and unlocked his door, shuffling inside after a nod of greeting to anyone that was passing by. His facial bruises now had a wonderfully distinct greenish hue to them and they were yellowing at the edges, but he had clearly been in some kind of accident.

Inside and the first matter of business was settling the kettle to boil for a cup of tea. He was planning on returning to work very soon, not willing to be cooped up in the apartment. Besides, there were important people to check in with, projects that would be awaiting his final approval before heading into testing phase.

Any visitors to his small abode were also welcome, though he wasn't as well-sorted to receive guests as he normally was. Still, he would answer the door with any number of his usual greetings.]

Threaded | Flat

[Victor usually tried to visit Pierce whenever he was on shift. He'd been the one to do the surgery and liked checking in to see how the man was recovering. At least he was taking it a little better than Ren had.

He had not been one of the staff who asked how Pierce had been injured. That sort of bruise was clearly from a fight, and the details behind it were Pierce's business. Making sure the man recovered was Victor's]

You should get out. Take a walk. You look pathetic just sitting there staring out the window.

[Always depend on Victor for the best bedside manner]

[ Failure.

That's what he feels, coiling in his gut, when-- finally freed from his temporary return to adolescence-- he finds out about Pierce's injuries.

True, Ren isn't his guard dog. His position with Prometheus is as part of the salvaging team, not the man's bodyguard. But still, he feels shame and rage and, above all, failure, over the attack on his mentor. He should have been present to defend Pierce, instead of...

Instead of being forced to face the person he once was.

When he manages a visit, he waits by Pierce's bed, with the first words out of his mouth: ]

Who was it?

[ It's clear in his voice that he has every intention of seeking retribution. ]

Edited 2018-04-16 00:48 (UTC)

[Steve finds out about Pierce's admission into the hospital shortly after it happens. He's been keeping close tabs on the man's movements and keeping his ear to the ground for any mentions and rumors of Prometheus Lab's CEO. It had been surprising news to hear, what with the fact that a majority of people seem to be taken in by Pierce's innocent, charming old man shtick. It seems unlikely that anyone would want to do him harm.

Except for a very small select few. And if it wasn't him, that narrows the choices by about half. Still, he waits several days before visiting, wanting to see what Pierce's next move would be. If he would name his attacker. But he doesn't. And something about that worries Steve more then if the man had named Bucky.

So one afternoon he stops by Pierce's room, eyes widening just a fraction once he sees the bruising. He takes position against the wall across from Pierce's bed.]

You seem to be healing well.

[Ivar's been to the hospital often enough that he pays attention when gossip trickles on down as to who is there. He'd been visiting Laura at the end of last month and that's when he hears two nurses talking about Pierce. He decides to take time out at the beginning of this month to see him.

Ivar's in his leg braces today, limping about on the archaic mechanisms with the use of a hand crutch. He takes in the rather impressive bruising on the man's face. On a Viking, it wouldn't have looked out of place, but Pierce was old. Old people back tended not to get into fights unless they were actively trying to get into Valhalla. Ivar pulls up a chair and stiffly sits down into it.]

I hope you have an impressive story as to how this happened.

[He really shouldn't be here, this is an absolutely terrible idea, and yet he couldn't seem to stop himself. He needs to know how much damage he's done and what the repercussions might be, he needs to know if Pierce has told anyone that is was him.

When he slips in, it's when the nurses aren't watching. He has his dog at his heels, and he sets her in the doorway of the room on guard to warn him if anyone is approaching.]

Will it heal?

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