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-@janvier-pasteur

Jan stands outside of the hospital. his fists are in his labcoat's pockets- she came here straight from work. she looks up at the building, nervous. She has to visit Sol, it's her goddamn job. and he failed at it. but he has to do it anyways.

their room is fairly standard. all the machines and stuff to deal with the whole disemboweled thing, a bunch of pokemon around to keep an eye on sol, and a shaking figure under a pile of blankets. venus sits at the small desk next to the bed, doing work. well, more like pretending to do work to try and discreetly keep an eye on sol.

He looks around for a place to sit. there's a lot of pokemon, they're many places.

She eyes Sol's shaking form. he looks. bad, Jan thinks.

venus goes back to her work. sol sits up (or. well. tries to), petting seaweed a couple times before shifting slightly to face jan.

they look. uh. not good. they're a lot paler than usual on account of extreme blood loss from the whole thing a while ago, their arms and torso are covered in stitches and partially bandaged, and they've got a shitton of machines attached to them.

"hi!! uh. what are you here for?"

"You asked me to keep an eye on Sol."

Jan keeps looking at the ball, tossing it from hand to hand. she's mostly still, and still has a blank expression.

"and so here I am. I guess I wanted to do that now, even if...."

"sorry, i'm not sick or anything. just fucked up a lung."

he looks down, assessing the awkwardness of the situation. she's seen their internal organs. that's got to count for something, right? they wince a little and make a small noise of discomfort as they shifts around in bed.

"also, it's fine. i'm not mad."

"are you healing well?" She asks. Fuck, it's only been two days. "Er- when will your. Your body. Be operational again?"

He attempts to push some sympathy into that last bit . It probably didn't work. She doesn't know. He stares at Sol. This is her fault, and he knows it.

he appears to speak and act in a more dulled, so to speak, way, that doesn't translate over to his texts. even though they've reverted back to being cutesy online, there's just a sense of vague melancholy when around them in real life.

Jan's eyes are fixed on the wall behind Sol. he's not usually eye contact- prone, but she seems especially avoidant today. he doesn't seem to believe his own words- he's shakier now. she sits down again. she starts standing up, but then he sits down again.

sol looks at her, head tilted, really weirded out. it's the first time they've seen him be so... agitated. they don't know how to approach this situation, so they just sit back and mess with the bandages on their arms. she shouldn't be doing that.

his gaze flits around the room, settling on seaweed. they blink a couple times and pet her.

"you think they need order? you think they need people to keep them doing things? i don't do jack shit in terms of management and we still get work done."

they quickly change the topic, trying to address jan's talking points.

She assumed other people also disliked it. After all, what was better than being told precisely what to do? All you had to do was go along with it and there was no chance of failure.

she speaks with the kind of voice you use when you just want people to stop fucking talking about something. he's heard this sort of thing from so many people in the last few days that if he had weapon access he'd go apeshit and start killing people or something.

they think on their lab management. it's very loose, to say the least– as long as deadlines are being fulfilled, the labmon are happy, and no one's getting hurt, she doesn't really care what happens. yeah, this means that everything kind of looks like total chaos to an outsider, but it works. so it's not stupid.

Jan stands outside of the hospital. his fists are in his labcoat's pockets- she came here straight from work. she looks up at the building, nervous. She has to visit Sol, it's her goddamn job. and he failed at it. but he has to do it anyways.

their room is fairly standard. all the machines and stuff to deal with the whole disemboweled thing, a bunch of pokemon around to keep an eye on sol, and a shaking figure under a pile of blankets. venus sits at the small desk next to the bed, doing work. well, more like pretending to do work to try and discreetly keep an eye on sol.

He looks around for a place to sit. there's a lot of pokemon, they're many places.

She eyes Sol's shaking form. he looks. bad, Jan thinks.

venus goes back to her work. sol sits up (or. well. tries to), petting seaweed a couple times before shifting slightly to face jan.

they look. uh. not good. they're a lot paler than usual on account of extreme blood loss from the whole thing a while ago, their arms and torso are covered in stitches and partially bandaged, and they've got a shitton of machines attached to them.

"hi!! uh. what are you here for?"

"You asked me to keep an eye on Sol."

Jan keeps looking at the ball, tossing it from hand to hand. she's mostly still, and still has a blank expression.

"and so here I am. I guess I wanted to do that now, even if...."

"sorry, i'm not sick or anything. just fucked up a lung."

he looks down, assessing the awkwardness of the situation. she's seen their internal organs. that's got to count for something, right? they wince a little and make a small noise of discomfort as they shifts around in bed.

"also, it's fine. i'm not mad."

"are you healing well?" She asks. Fuck, it's only been two days. "Er- when will your. Your body. Be operational again?"

He attempts to push some sympathy into that last bit . It probably didn't work. She doesn't know. He stares at Sol. This is her fault, and he knows it.

he appears to speak and act in a more dulled, so to speak, way, that doesn't translate over to his texts. even though they've reverted back to being cutesy online, there's just a sense of vague melancholy when around them in real life.

Jan's eyes are fixed on the wall behind Sol. he's not usually eye contact- prone, but she seems especially avoidant today. he doesn't seem to believe his own words- he's shakier now. she sits down again. she starts standing up, but then he sits down again.

sol looks at her, head tilted, really weirded out. it's the first time they've seen him be so... agitated. they don't know how to approach this situation, so they just sit back and mess with the bandages on their arms. she shouldn't be doing that.

his gaze flits around the room, settling on seaweed. they blink a couple times and pet her.

"you think they need order? you think they need people to keep them doing things? i don't do jack shit in terms of management and we still get work done."

they quickly change the topic, trying to address jan's talking points.

She assumed other people also disliked it. After all, what was better than being told precisely what to do? All you had to do was go along with it and there was no chance of failure.

she speaks with the kind of voice you use when you just want people to stop fucking talking about something. he's heard this sort of thing from so many people in the last few days that if he had weapon access he'd go apeshit and start killing people or something.

they think on their lab management. it's very loose, to say the least– as long as deadlines are being fulfilled, the labmon are happy, and no one's getting hurt, she doesn't really care what happens. yeah, this means that everything kind of looks like total chaos to an outsider, but it works. so it's not stupid.

Jan stands outside of the hospital. his fists are in his labcoat's pockets- she came here straight from work. she looks up at the building, nervous. She has to visit Sol, it's her goddamn job. and he failed at it. but he has to do it anyways.

their room is fairly standard. all the machines and stuff to deal with the whole disemboweled thing, a bunch of pokemon around to keep an eye on sol, and a shaking figure under a pile of blankets. venus sits at the small desk next to the bed, doing work. well, more like pretending to do work to try and discreetly keep an eye on sol.

He looks around for a place to sit. there's a lot of pokemon, they're many places.

She eyes Sol's shaking form. he looks. bad, Jan thinks.

venus goes back to her work. sol sits up (or. well. tries to), petting seaweed a couple times before shifting slightly to face jan.

they look. uh. not good. they're a lot paler than usual on account of extreme blood loss from the whole thing a while ago, their arms and torso are covered in stitches and partially bandaged, and they've got a shitton of machines attached to them.

"hi!! uh. what are you here for?"

"You asked me to keep an eye on Sol."

Jan keeps looking at the ball, tossing it from hand to hand. she's mostly still, and still has a blank expression.

"and so here I am. I guess I wanted to do that now, even if...."

"sorry, i'm not sick or anything. just fucked up a lung."

he looks down, assessing the awkwardness of the situation. she's seen their internal organs. that's got to count for something, right? they wince a little and make a small noise of discomfort as they shifts around in bed.

"also, it's fine. i'm not mad."

"are you healing well?" She asks. Fuck, it's only been two days. "Er- when will your. Your body. Be operational again?"

He attempts to push some sympathy into that last bit . It probably didn't work. She doesn't know. He stares at Sol. This is her fault, and he knows it.

he appears to speak and act in a more dulled, so to speak, way, that doesn't translate over to his texts. even though they've reverted back to being cutesy online, there's just a sense of vague melancholy when around them in real life.

Jan's eyes are fixed on the wall behind Sol. he's not usually eye contact- prone, but she seems especially avoidant today. he doesn't seem to believe his own words- he's shakier now. she sits down again. she starts standing up, but then he sits down again.

sol looks at her, head tilted, really weirded out. it's the first time they've seen him be so... agitated. they don't know how to approach this situation, so they just sit back and mess with the bandages on their arms. she shouldn't be doing that.

his gaze flits around the room, settling on seaweed. they blink a couple times and pet her.

"you think they need order? you think they need people to keep them doing things? i don't do jack shit in terms of management and we still get work done."

they quickly change the topic, trying to address jan's talking points.

She assumed other people also disliked it. After all, what was better than being told precisely what to do? All you had to do was go along with it and there was no chance of failure.