Morning medicals
Derek woke up with muscles aching and absolutely ravenous. Healing always took a lot out of him, and perhaps he should have stopped by the infirmary last night after all. But the nesting Freybug he'd come up against the night before hadn't put him in a mood to play nice and he'd craved sleep.
He looked around the room, painfully devoid of snacks and Derek momentarily damned his health regimen. A quick stretch, before slipping into the shower to clean up and soften the tension in his muscles.Â
He pulled on a grey t-shirt and a pair of black office-slacks and started down to the sick bay for his compulsory check-up, stopping by the cafeteria to grab a sandwich or four. His phone buzzed letting him know that Erica had woken up, and he re-routed there instantly. He trusted the medical team here, he did, but he preferred to know in person.
The door was open when he got there, but he still knocked briefly on the door frame to announce his presence. When he spoke, his voice was on the gruff side, maybe even a smidgen patronising. Derek never quite had gotten a hang of showing that he cared about people. "I swear I asked you to stay clear of claws."
