mysterious post-Invasion illness

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who: Korra, Gunmax (other Brave Police can join), Ratchet (and any other medically trained fellows who are even just curious)
what: doctor's appointment
when: After this thread http://re-alignment.dreamwidth.org/16556.html.  After Invasion.
where: med bay, Solus Prime's temple
warnings: Uh, backtagged?  

Korra was dreaming again.  Another delusion.  Fire, earth, water--fighting fighting fighting, then a bright light....

The girl stirs in her sleep, feeling as if she were in a cold dark cage.

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[engrishdetective]

A lot can be said about Gunmax. The renegade nature he has, the occasional less-than-pleasant demeanor he gives off, the remarks he'll make at others just to stir up trouble, disliking orders...

But he's loyal. Sometimes even when he shouldn't be, admittedly, he is loyal to his friends.

He'd stepped away from Korra for just a moment in order to get some energon, but upon returning, he sees the way she stirs. Gunmax pauses, frowning faintly.

Really, he wishes he could do more.

"Sorry, kiddo," he murmurs to himself. "Should have looked out for you better."

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The dream-delusions shifts. Naga's there! Her girl is lapping up her face, and Korra laughs, reaching up to wrap her arms around her thick neck.

Doesn't matter if she's just touching air. The grin's wide on her face, her laughter genuine if weak.

[engrishdetective]

Well. That earns a wry smile from Gunmax.

He'll take that.

The biker takes his seat once more, sitting back and sipping his energon as he keeps an eye on the Avatar.

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Korra curls up on her side, rubbing the polarbeardog's belly. (Of course, she's just rubbing a cool surface.)

"Naga, where've you been?" Korra giggles as the polarbeardog licks her some more. It tickles.

"I met talking mech tanks without people in them." She stops, yawning.

latest of late tags, my apologies

[docbot]

When Ratchet returns to Korra (he hasn't been away for long), he comes bearing an extra blanket, which he tucks around her with surprising delicacy -- waking her up is not an option. She needs that sleep.

Blankets tucked neatly around his patient's (friend's?) shoulders, Ratchet pauses, then indulges himself in a gesture of concern, brushing the tips of his fingers over her forehead.

"Rest well, Korra."

no worries

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Korra mumbles sleepily, unconcernedly, "Hmm, who's there?"

Her eyes are still closed, and she holds the blanket tight to her. It's just an idle question, she's too tired to be that wary, and she feels comfy, and the speaker's voice had a gentle touch.

[docbot]

Ratchet stills in the middle of turning to leave.

"Ah... Ratchet."

He glances at her, confused that her eyes are still shut. Perhaps she's only dreaming?

"Are you awake, Korra?"

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"I heard you talking, Ratch--"

She coughed.

"Ratchet." The faint smile's still in her voice despite that cough. "Thanks for the blanket, doc."

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Ratchet hesitates, then smiles and pats Korra gently on the shoulder.

"Not a problem. It's my duty to care for my patients, after all."

He frowns, concerned by the cough.

"Is your throat sore? Do you need water?" And oh, there's an idea. "Could you... heal yourself, if I brought you some?"

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"Water would be good, yeah, for my throat at least...haven't been able to bend since...y'know, the Invasion thing...but I want to try again...see if I can fix myself up some now, 'specially my ribs...."

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Ratchet nods, then raises a finger.

"Give me a moment."

He's gone for barely three heartbeats, and returns with a bottle of water -- still sealed and quite clean. He hands it to her with a delicacy born of him never being sure of how much human frames can take.

"Here."

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"Thanks," she mumbles, giving Ratchet a strained but grateful smile. She uncaps the bottle and drinks some.

Then she places it back on her side of the bed that's not quite occupied, and begins to try bending it. The water actually moves, trying to crawl up, making the bottle vibrate--but soon it drops back down.

But still Korra gives a tired grin. "I got it to move, at least. Gettin' better, finally."

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"Bravo!" Ratchet grins widely and claps his hands together, giving her a little bit of applause to make her feel better.

"I'm sure with a little more rest and some, ah, food, you'll be back to whipping it around in no time."

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Korra blinks, then her grin widens at Ratchet's praise.

"Thanks, Ratch. Ratchet." She shook her head, trying to clear it more.

"Yeah, that'll do the trick," Korra said, leaning back, closing her eyes for a moment. Then she opened them again. "But I think all my food's at Megatronus' temple."

[docbot]

"Hmm... Why don't you go back to sleep for a bit, and I'll see what I can do about fetching it for you?"

Ratchet presses gently on her shoulder, just a nudge really, trying to get her to lie back down so that he can tuck her blankets around her again.

"If we can't find it, I've got a stockpile of some food here. At least, I do if you don't mind beans?"

He hopes that she doesn't, because if she does... then he'll have to send someone to the junkpile for more. Or call Swindle. And he hates calling Swindle.

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"Pfft." Korra sluggishly waved Ratchet off. "I'm good with whatever you bring me, as long as I can eat it. I should be grateful to have anyone looking out for me."

Korra wrapped a hand around her water bottle, and placed on the floor beside her bed, within easy reach, but less likely to get knocked off.

"But isn't that food for Raf?"

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"Don't worry about it. Looking out for you isn't a problem at all." Ratchet's just glad that she'll let herself be looked after. He's used to people who... don't.

"There's enough to last for a while, and there's always more falling from the Lambda. Certainly a meal or two for you won't leave anyone hungry. Plus, Raf is working on that garden project of his. It should be able to bolster our supplies a bit when it's working."