And you're right there, but I can't see you

[guardiandevil]

WHO: Matt and anyone who is visiting him in the hospital
WHERE: A hospital...
WHEN: Backdated to Sunday night through Thursday afternoon. Please specify the time and date in your post! :)
WARNINGS: ???
SUMMARY: Matt is in the hospital and people visit him
FORMAT: Whatever you like.

Matt was pretty lousy at this sort of thing. The idea of lying still and letting people poke him and prod him and study his body never sat well with him. He didn't like having to explain away gunshot and stab wounds, or deal with the inevitable vision tests that doctors always seemed to want to perform on him. He especially didn't like that these doctors were strangers to him, people who didn't know him or know his history. He couldn't really trust these people to figure out what was wrong with him, why he'd lost his memories, or why his powers were gone.

But without his radar, he was useless. He felt so paralyzed without it, like he was broken and had no chance in the world of ever being fixed again. Now instead of being Hell's Kitchen's most feared defender he was some pitiful, strung out blind guy. It was quite a way to fall. Sure, he'd experienced a loss of his powers before, but this seemed so much more profound and terrifying. Maybe it was the not knowing how it had happened or who was responsible.

Someone had to be responsible, right? He didn't roofie himself. He didn't rough himself up. But he could remember anything since Tuesday. Whoever had done this had picked the perfect target: without his powers, he wouldn't be able to identify them anyway, with or without the drugs.

As it was now, he couldn't identify the visitors in his room, not without hearing their voices or being told they were there. He couldn't smell people, he couldn't hear their heartbeats. He could do nothing but lie in that bed and wait for some strange doctor to give approval for him to leave.

Matt was pretty sure he was going to go insane.

Comments

[psychomancy]

[As is she.]

Is there... anything I can do to make you feel differently?

[guardiandevil]

I don't know. [LOVE HIM GEMMA.]

[psychomancy]

[ALWAYS AND FOREVER. She carefully tugs one hand from his grasp and gently strokes his hair.]

You'll have to tell me if there is. I'll do whatever I can, alright?

[guardiandevil]

Just... stay awhile?

[psychomancy]

Of course. I'm sure Angie wouldn't mind watching Pippa for a while.

LOLOLOLOLOL SURPRISE PIETRO AND ANGIE XD

[guardiandevil]

Good. I want you to stay with me.

/THRUSTS RESPONSIBILITY UPON ALWAYS

[psychomancy]

I can do that.

/SOBBING POOR ANGIE'S HOUSE IS FILLED WITH ANIMALS AND CHILDREN

[guardiandevil]

Good. You can sleep here.

THINGS SHE'S ALWAYS WANTED

[psychomancy]

[SLIGHT PAUSE]

I'll ask your doctor for some extra blankets, then.

[TOTALLY GOING TO SLEEP ON THE FLOOR]

OH GOD WHAT IS HER LIFE

[guardiandevil]

[NO SHE IS NOT OMG]

You can sleep on the bed with me.

PERFECT IN EVERY WAY

[psychomancy]

[HOLD UP]

--What?

SOMEWHERE IN THE CITY PIETRO IS BOTH DELIGHTED FOR THE PUPPY AND *ENRAGED* FOR MATT

[guardiandevil]

There's room.

SUCH CONFLICT IS WHY WE RP

[psychomancy]

But I can just as easily sleep in a chair, or--on the floor.

IT MAKES MY LIFE

[guardiandevil]

You're not sleeping on the floor.

WE SHALL ENABLE IT ALWAYS

[psychomancy]

[DILEMMA]

--You're sure there's room?

YESSSSSS

[guardiandevil]

Of course there's room.

[psychomancy]

[TOTALLY CALLING HERSELF FAT. Bites her lip a little.]

Don't tell Pietro. He wouldn't let me come back.

[guardiandevil]

I swear to you I will never tell Pietro.

[psychomancy]

Well, alright then. [Pause. Then a smile in her voice.] But if you push me off the bed, I'm not getting back on.

[guardiandevil]

I won't move a muscle. You can have as much room as you need.

[psychomancy]

I'll take up as little as possible.

[guardiandevil]

I'll try not to kick you.

[psychomancy]

[Tugs on his hair a little.]

I'll just kick back.

[guardiandevil]

[He just smirks at that. So smug. Forever smug.]

[psychomancy]

[Happy to see him looking smug. Slowly... ruffles his hair.]