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riverviewlogs2018-06-08 12:32 am
godslay) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-06-08 12:32 am
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( closed ) when the dawn breaks, i want to be deep
who: Gamora & Peter Quill
what: "I'm fine" is actually "I'm in a coma"
when: Backdated to May 31st
where: Riverview Hospital
warnings: None, so far
[ Gamora doesn't get sick.
Or, at least, she isn't supposed to. Thanos did many things to her, changed her body in ways that made her a better killer, a better weapon, and part of being an effective weapon is an immunity to biological hazards. Often, that meant that the more manageable bacteria and viruses were decimated by her system, leaving her comfortably untouched by any symptoms, but this time...
This time, the cough settles into her lungs instead of vanishing after mere hours. This time, the fever ravages her body in her sleep, leaving her to wake shivering all over with a pounding headache. Two days is what she'd convinced Peter to give her in terms of staving off the same aggressive virus affecting others in the Quarantine, but she barely makes it to her shift with her squad before she collapses.
She's moved quickly to the hospital, and Peter is notified.
Perhaps mercifully, Gamora remains unconscious as the illness wreaks havoc on her mods. She isn't awake to suffer through the worst of it, but she also doesn't stir even slightly when she's committed to a room for observation. She doesn't wake the next day, or the next, or the next...
The hospital itself is filled with similar cases: people affected by the virus, put out of commission to be monitored by medical personnel as they slip into one coma after another. The number of cases is growing extreme, but there's little they can do.
It's nearing two weeks by the time Gamora starts to give the faintest of twitches. When the nanites leave her system, her mods kick into gear, and she starts to come back into herself. She's groggy at first, feeling like a weight has been sitting on her chest, like her arms and legs are made of molasses, but she makes the softest of noises, finally bringing up a fist to rub at her eyes. ]
Mmph.
[ ... it's a very graceful awakening. ]
what: "I'm fine" is actually "I'm in a coma"
when: Backdated to May 31st
where: Riverview Hospital
warnings: None, so far
[ Gamora doesn't get sick.
Or, at least, she isn't supposed to. Thanos did many things to her, changed her body in ways that made her a better killer, a better weapon, and part of being an effective weapon is an immunity to biological hazards. Often, that meant that the more manageable bacteria and viruses were decimated by her system, leaving her comfortably untouched by any symptoms, but this time...
This time, the cough settles into her lungs instead of vanishing after mere hours. This time, the fever ravages her body in her sleep, leaving her to wake shivering all over with a pounding headache. Two days is what she'd convinced Peter to give her in terms of staving off the same aggressive virus affecting others in the Quarantine, but she barely makes it to her shift with her squad before she collapses.
She's moved quickly to the hospital, and Peter is notified.
Perhaps mercifully, Gamora remains unconscious as the illness wreaks havoc on her mods. She isn't awake to suffer through the worst of it, but she also doesn't stir even slightly when she's committed to a room for observation. She doesn't wake the next day, or the next, or the next...
The hospital itself is filled with similar cases: people affected by the virus, put out of commission to be monitored by medical personnel as they slip into one coma after another. The number of cases is growing extreme, but there's little they can do.
It's nearing two weeks by the time Gamora starts to give the faintest of twitches. When the nanites leave her system, her mods kick into gear, and she starts to come back into herself. She's groggy at first, feeling like a weight has been sitting on her chest, like her arms and legs are made of molasses, but she makes the softest of noises, finally bringing up a fist to rub at her eyes. ]
Mmph.
[ ... it's a very graceful awakening. ]