smash_logs | Kicking a Boxer when he's down

Who: Mac and YOU
What: Mac is very, very much in bad shape in the hospital. Are you there to see him?
Where: Some hospital room in Intensive Care...which will move to a better hospital room eventually.
When: November 30 - December 10th
Warnings: Bawwwwwww

"He almost had Hypovolemic Shock," that's what the doctor would have said if your character walked in the moment they saw the news.

"He lost a scary amount of blood."

When they took him in, Mac was breathing heavily and his blood pressure was low. But. He was lucky. The murderer didn't hit any organs. But he made up for that by draining a large amount of blood out of Mac. Which would have shut down his organs. What would have made it worse, is that in ICU, Mac could not have been seen that whole day. He was in surgery, tests were taken, all that scary stuff went on through most of the day.

Finally, evening. Mac was stable. If your character was still around, the doctor came out to say more.

"He's a very lucky boy. We closed up all his wounds and he's getting blood transfused. He's still not well and we're going to have to watch him for a while but he should make a full recovery. He will be healthy in no time. You can visit him tomorrow."

But recovery has it's stages. And with the murderer still out there...well...Just talk to Mac about how he's feeling.

[Put a date when your character was there (if they were someone who visited everyday, obviously note that on one thread but don't do 10 threads obviously, that would be kinda crazy lmao). Also, as the days go by, Mac's condition does get better (I'd say...starting around the 5th). Just noting that in case your dude wanted to pry info out of a defeated Mac on the murderer.]

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Riley turned his head when he heard the movement. The expression on her face was calm, but with a definite terseness to it. He didn't know how long Mac had been awake or aware of his presence, especially since he usually seemed to be around the times Mac was a sleep. Playing the guardian, perhaps?

But what to say, he didn't know what to say. So he's just going to try and smile. Lucario and Bonsly gave a small wave though.

Mac smiled softly. He hated pity. He hated it that he was here. He hated everything right now. He fought back...but here he was. A victim. He couldn't stop the murderer...Mac's positive mentality was, at this moment, completely shot. It hadn't been this low since...well, since THAT time. Mac was strong inside, but he'd have to be a rock to not have this psychologically mess him up. And it did mess him up.

His smile faded but he was still awake...

"...Were ya here...long?"

"Not really." replied Riley. He closed his eyes, his head bowed. The book in his lap was folded close and he held it in his hand as he stood up.

"I don't really get a sense of time here. Ten minutes or ten hours or ten days, it doesn't really matter."

It was his way of saying that he'd be here no matter what. He'd stand guard when Mac was vulnerable. And it stood to reason that he felt this way, Riley could feel that strong sense of despair from Mac even without the need to use his aura abilities. He could tell that he didn't like being a victim, he didn't like being powerless and most of all, he didn't like this situation. And so, the thoughts continued to construct themselves in his head.

"I...don't even know how long I've been here...How long have I been here..."

The confusion from being in pain, fatigued, and drugged hadn't worn off yet. His fogginess was on and off, but they had the drug packet being infused into him as they were speaking. So there's that.

Then Riley could maybe totally tell Mac was using a positive facade. Mac, overall, wasn't sure how to express all of the emotions he had. That would come in due time. He'd handled tragedy before, and he will do it again.

But this is going to be the hardest he'd faced. Ever. This was the second worst thing to ever happen to him in his entire life. And he hated seeing his friends worry about him. So much.

"A while. The doctor said that you'd have to be here a while still. Bonsly seems to like pretending to be a plant pot and joining the rest of your gifts."

The baby Pokemon was pretending to be a flower, amongst all the other flowers that Mac received. He adjusted his hat. Man he was terrible at being social or talking, he just wanted to do stuff. One, make sure Mac was okay. Two, kick the arse of whoever it was that did this to him.

"You don't have to pretend with me, alright? It's better to let all of those emotions out rather than bottling them in." said Riley after a long moment.

Oh my god, Bonsly. If Mac weren't so crappy feeling, he would've tried to hug you or something. But instead, he just smiled a little bit more.

"...Oh."

Oh god, he was going to have to be here for a long time, this was the worst thing ever. Being honest about all these feelings though was so hard for Mac. Being weak was not in his character. But here he was on this hospital bed.

"I hate...all of this..."

"..."

Riley looked to the window. He walked towards it and opened it to let some of the light from the street below come in.

"As you should. Nobody wants to feel downed like this."

He continued to look out, but the street was empty. What was he expecting to find? To be honest, Riley wasn't sure. There was solace somewhere in the emptiness below the window.

"But I don't want you to play the hero and think that it's a burden that you alone should carry. There are people who care about you and you would do them a disservice if you simply think that it's a burden for us to want to take concern for you."

Mac was quiet for just a bit. Thinking about it. Mac just hated pity, he completely hated it. He didn't want his friends to worry about him, but they were. It was a sign that they cared yes, but it made him feel...well...

"...I'm just...feelin' real guilty about it...you guys are good guys...I hate havin' people...worry about me..."

"Oh don't be like that." remarked Riley chidingly as he turned back to face Mac. The boxer's face looked gaunt and Riley tried to make his face resemble something more of a smile than an expression of concern.

"You're a good guy as well. If you weren't a good guy, nobody would care."

Now he walked to the edge of the bed to look at the beeping monitor. Lucario and Bonsly's attention turned to the monitor to mimic their trainer's.

"You're alive, let's be grateful for that first and foremost. I'm more than grateful that this is the case." Riley's expression hardens. "When I saw it on the news, I wanted to run out and flay this bastard to an inch of his life. I admit, it was rash thinking but I could not stand it as much as you stand being incapacitated."

Mac's look was serious.

"I can't stand it...either...That sicko runnin' around...Who knows what's he's thinkin'..."

"The important bit is to get your strength back and rest. No point allowing yourself to get worked up. Clearly he has no qualms doing such things but..."

Riley walked back to the chair and sat on it. Bonsly toddled up to his trainer and jumped on his lap.

"I will not stand for you getting hurt again. I will keep you to that bed if I must."

Mac grew eerily quiet.

"...You make a good argument...haha..."

But. He can. Take care of himself. He doesn't want people to believe he can't right now.

"...I wouldn't...let that happen anyway...Gettin' hurt this bad..."

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