[Sickbay]: Akito + Steve, visiting post (timed after the holiday stuff goes down) OTA

[stark_spangled]

[Personal Log: Previously, on Risa...
While the Enterprise was docked at Risa, there was an accident that left Akito badly hurt.
Since Steve is the closest thing he has to family, he's been looking out for him ever since.

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It's been a month. Akito still hasn't woken up, not even when Shark found his way to his side. Steve doesn't know how he knew Akito was here -- maybe some kind of feline sixth sense that alerted him when the kid didn't return to his room for a few days -- but nothing and no one was going to remove the cat from his bed once he was there. He takes turns sleeping on Akito and curled up in Steve's lap, depending on the day and which person he deems most in need of cuddles.

Steve doesn't know Akito well, and the longer he stays in sickbay without anyone coming by to visit the guiltier he feels about that. But he likes the kid, he likes him a lot, and he doesn't want him to be alone. No one should be stuck here alone.

He's spent every day this month in sickbay, a few hours here and a few there. Sometimes he reads to him. Sometimes he just sits and waits for him to wake up. The one thing he doesn't do is lose faith that he will. Dr. Crusher visits often, making sure Akito's hair stays out of his eyes, assuring Steve that he will be OK. His body is just taking time to recover, after years of malnourishment and abuse. Steve nods, watching the way she cares for him.

At least he has that.


[OOC: It's a two-for-the-price-of-one deal tonight in Ten Forward! Come check on Steve in sickbay, make sure he's eating and not spending too much time sleeping in the chair next to Akito's bed, and get a cute kid with a fluffy pet cat who's gonna need some good friends for the next couple of weeks while he recovers. Or come meet them both, goodness knows a guy like Steve spending every day in sickbay is going to pique some curiosity. All threads will be timed to after the one with Akito and Steve. CW: for amnesia.]

+1 multi-personality genius, monster, superhero, fugitive, doctor

[doctorbrucebanner]

In one corner of Ten Forward, a man has taken his familiar spot, and sat there for some hours, with a break here or there. He has managed to stake out one table consistently, having figured the atmospheric content, the lighting, the temperature, and more, and deemed it suitable to his needs. There, various small pieces of machinery sat. They were his work, new designs of ideas from his world, technology that in some ways was more advanced than that which existed in this place and time, and reproduced, and mated with the concepts of this era's technology. He has been building these models to show how larger scale devices would work. Or to first make sure they work themselves.

Well, he's been here for two weeks now, and he's managed to make progress. He's managed to design one fully working model and that made him smile. The rest are still in various stages of work. In front of him, his PADD, his old cell-phone, and some pieces of Chitauri tech have been converted into a different kind of PADD, and laid flat on the table. Above it, a holographic screen hung, and there is where Bruce was currently working. He was working on equations to solve the inherent differences in energy source and structure between the two sciences.

His hands moved the hard light words and math around, as if working on a touch screen, and while he doesn't let the thought interrupt him, when he caught a glimpse of his now normal looking clothing, he felt a surge of gratitude for the fact that the Mardi Gras madness seemed to be ended.

Every now and then, he had been glancing around, looking to see if anyone else he knew was here. He had met Peggy, whom he had not known,. save by reputation, and Natasha, with whom he had... not a great relationship. And he had met one other, as well, and that one made him smile. Steve was a good man, honestly good. Bruce didn't agree with everything the man said, but he thought that Steve was one of the best humans he knew.

Despite this, he was unsure about meeting others. He was not really social, and he was not good at social... anything. But he kept his eyes open.