One Loopy Volt

October 25, 2018:

After Volt strained his mutation to save Chinatown, he's left to recuperate in the Hall of Justice. Sage is the only mutant to check up on him! And his girlfriend also visits. But alas, Volt is on some pretty strong painkiller medication!

Hall of Justice

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Fade In…

Under most circumstances, Sage, controlling as she was, tended towards monitoring, well, everyone. All communications, signals, whereabouts. And Drake's absence from the Mansion, which she had noted, had not gone unnoticed. But it had taken her a while to track him down. And to get permission to gain access to the medical wing, albeit with an armed escort. The fact that she more knowledge of his physiology than they did helped. The fact that the paperwork was all in order helped more.

When Drake finally began to wake, and his eyes began to clear, he'd find Sage standing, leaning against the wall closest to his bed, one that did not have equipment stacked against it, just watching him, that bluish light glimmering behind her glasses. "Welcome back."

*

The haphazard palms continue roaming his face until they end at his eyes, mildly skewing his mask. He likely doesn't realize he's still wearing it. But that's when a familiar voice cuts through the air. His hands flops aside, and Volt tries to track the source. Sage is, at first, a blurry shape. He squints, and it begins to take coherent shape. Female. Dark hair. Sunglasses. "Sage..?"

Black clothes. Jacket. Short top. He blinks and squints again.

"Damn. Nice abs. You've been holdin' out."

He might be a little loopy.

Volt attempts to prop himself up on his elbows, only to elicit a sharp wince and collapse back onto the gurney. "Ghh.. friggin'.. ugh.."

*

"Have I?" Sage's voice was, for her, light. "I suppose you have never seen me when the mood strikes." Once he started to rise, she pushed up from the wall, walking over towards the bed. When he collapsed, she drew up beside him, "That is probably not the best idea at the moment. What precisely have they been able to do to you?" A kinder person might have said for you, but Sage was not that person. "Good to see that you are, at least, still alive. Lie back so that I can evaluate you."

*

Volt's eyes are starting to focus - or at least moreso than when he first opened them. The pain steadily subsides, and his breathing normalizes into a low, throaty chuckle. "Yeah. Call me crazy, but I don't think I'm goin' anywhere…"

The eyes squeeze shut tight before opening again, as if rebooting his vision.

"I don't really know. You mean, like.. treatment.. right? I know I pushed too hard, blasting a giant monster apart. Pulling that muscle… /sucks/.. /hard/."

*

"I don't think they would let you out regardless, in the state you're in." Sage settled against the bed, studying the young man, before she lifted a hand to remove her glasses. Her eyes, no longer obscured by the rose-coloured lenses, were a brilliant blue, augmented by the flickering blue-ish white light emitting from her sockets, "I am going to catalog your current state and compare it to your normal condition." She paused, "It won't hurt."

*

"Uh.. okay," is all Volt knows to say. "Is it like a CAT scan? Do I need to hold still? Because I think I'm a champion at not moving right now." And then he blinks. "Wait, did you scan me before? Would it be appropriate to make a joke about you checking me out?"

*

"You can make the joke, but, alas, it was not your body I was looking at." Once Drake had given his permission, Sage settled her weight against the edge of the bed, the light in her eyes seeming to spark, jumping from her eyes to his, colouring his world as she likely saw it now. Light and colour and all of the world a wash with that energy, as if he were looking through a window in a rainstorm, only the water was the flickering light of Sage's power. True to her word, it did not hurt. "I suppose you could think of it as something very like that." Her voice was still crystal clear, even if the world seemed to have grown fuzzy around the edges. "I can see your DNA, the part so of it that were human, the places where your mutation had activated this chain or that, and how those mutations have led to giving you the particular skillset that you have. I can also see how continued mutation will evolve your skills."

*

It's difficult to focus past the radically-changed world Volt is looking at now. The haze, the light… oh crap, it's like the Matrix. That's rad. He was /so/ born in the wrong decade, given his love of such movies and Sugar Ray. The singer, not the boxer.

His glazed eyes turn to Sage, trying to study her through the haze, as if trying to pick out streaming 1's and 0's. "Sounds reeeaaal complicated. And I think I'm on drugs."

Spoiler alert: he very much is.

"I dunno if I get what you mean."

*

When Sage was finished, it was entirely evident. Her eyes were normal and the world had snapped back into focus. She had not moved from where she had placed herself beside Drake's bed. She replaced the sunglasses a moment, later and turned, looking at thin air. At least for a moment, before a holographic screen popped up to hover in midair. On it was something that looked very much like those gene-mapping illustrations. "This is not what I see, but I've tried to create a facsimile that might be familiar to you." She lifted a hand, 'touching' the screen, the various strands she touched lighting briefly. "These are your base human segments." They were the ones that were the darkest. She touched a few more, some of the brightest ones, "These are the segments that were 'activated' when your mutation manifested. They are what power, you might say, the abilities you have now." Finally, she indicated some which were in the middle between dim and bright, "These are segments which are not fully activated yet, but it they were could either modify your current abilities, or give you new ones."

*

"Wha-..," asks a baffled Volt, lagged brain still trying to catch up with the world changing on him again. Even his blinking is uneven! "Sage." He blinks again. "Sage.." His head lulls to the side, attempting to look more at her than the imagery. "Saaage," he asserts again. "You're not makin' /any/ kind of sense." He's on incredibly potent muscle relaxers. She's trying to explain science to a very loopy teen.

*

Sage looked over and away from the screen, which winked out a moment later, "I don't imagine that I am. let's just leave it at, I can see what you were, what you are, and what you could be, with the right input. Not quite as useful as being able to do what you do, most of the time, but it has its uses." She pushed away from the bed, moving over to where she's seen a covered food tray. She lifted the lid, examining the offerings, before she pushed the rolling table over towards the bed, "You need to eat and rest. You have not permanently damaged yourself, but you need time to heal, or the burnout will be permanent."

*

"You.. told me that before, I think..," Volt ventures. It's hard to pick out specifics right now, but it rings a bell. He watches her scoot the tray towards him and snickers. "Oh, come on.. give a guy his dignity," he faux-whines. "I'll eat whatever stuff they they gave me later. You didn't come out here for that, right?" He squirms against the bed, attempting to sit up. But that earns a new series of winces, and he crumples back down.

*

Sage continued, undeterred by the whining, setting the table against the edge of the bed before she settled back into a lean against its edge, "What else did you think I came out here for? This is what friends do for each other. Check in on them when they're sick and make sure they eat plenty of blue jello." She lifted the cover, setting it aside, and picking up that particular, and always suspect foil-covered plastic cup. "Who doesn't like blue food?"

*

Volt looks terribly apprehensive, his pride clearly on the line. "You're not planning on feeding me, right?," he asks, eyebrow raised. And as she lifts the foil-wrapped food-product, he suddenly perks an eyebrow. It isn't seen too clearly through his eyemask. "Hah, wait. You just said you're my friend!," he announces.

*

Sage continued to hold out the jello, adding a plastic spoon to the mix, "While I might be nearly twice your age, I am not old enough to be your mother, Drake." So no, no feeding. "What else would I be? I am certainly not your enemy." She paused, silent for a beat, before she continued, "At least not at this present time. But life takes turns when you least expect it."

*

Volt squints at her as she adds her caveat, and he lifts a bare fist to limply 'punch' at her previously-complimented abs. The hit wasn't truly motivated even without the drugs, but it's a whole new level of noodly with them added. It could at best be described as a nudge. The aforementioned specialized gloves are on that tray with the foodstuff, though. His finger is equipped with a heart monitor.

"Jerk," he chides. "I /know/ we've been over this. And doing that while I'm stoned ain't fair." He's dawdling. Stalling. Trying to avoid the jello.

*

Sage nodded, sagely (see what I did there?) as Drake struck her, her eys tracking the non-hit, such as it was, "Just the sort of damage I would expect from someone who should not be using his powers." The comment, though, drew one of her patented one-shoulder shrugs. "Just because you are medicated, does not mean I am not going to be honest with you, Drake. We are on the same side now, we may not always be. But if you prefer, I will not bring it u until you are back in your right mind." She glanced over to the tray, "It's the Jello, or the beef aspic."

*

Volt's hand flops to dangle off the gurney. "Ugh.. yes. Don't bring it up while I'm like that. Or at least until I can hit better," he play-threatens. His head flops to the side, staring at the tray. "…fine. Let's.. do the jello.." His hand lifts to paw in the air for the suspicious cup and spoon.

*

"A wise and judicious choice." Sage handed over the jello, though she at least had the decency to pull the foil off first, so that he wouldn't need to try to open it in a manly fashion and risk squirting it all over the bed-covers. Once her hands were free, she simply settled in to wait. The jello was, in point of fact, shockingly blue, almost neon. But it had the decency to taste like blueberries. "When you are recovered, we can do some hand to hand training. It often comes in handy when your powers are not the best choice."

*

"Been workin' on that," Volt says as he scoots awkwardly about with the spoon. He hates this. His dignity is in shambles here! But what can he do? The end result is a terribly sulky scooping of jello. No amount of blueberry will spare his pride!

"M'been workin' on that.. like.. and using my powers.. at the same time." The spoon is wagged at the gloves. "Look at'em. See the fingers?"

The underside of each finger - the 'pad', if you will - features a small black pad. The same can be found over each knuckle.

*

Sage, however, did not seem to either notice, or, well, let's be honest, care that Drake felt his manly pride was being impinged on. She just watched him sulk with a mouth full of jello. When he pointed out the gloves, she reached over to retrieve them, studying the outsides, before she set one down and turned the other inside out to examine the interior. "Useful for focusing your power. I am assuming you did not make it a point to have reciprocal contacts implanted under your skin?"

Anyone entering the medical bay would find it, surprisingly, fairly quiet. Only a few of the beds were in use, and only one had two people stationed there. Drake lay back on the bed, working his way through a cup of ferociously blue jello, with Sage leaning against the railing of the bed watching him. Their voices were quiet and would not carry far past the bed.

*

Spoiler had used her clearance to find out exactly where Drake was. Still suited up, the aubergine batling strides in on near-silent foot falls, slipping in with the subtle air of complete belonging that it might take people a moment to realize she'd there, especially as she moves toward the bedside monitors. She could just be another nurse, were it not for the cape and cowl.

"Is that a thing? Getting contacts implanted subdermally?" she speaks aloud now, eyes on the readouts.

*

"Reciprocal.. wha..?," asks Volt. He's as described, lain up in a gurney with a completely unmanly jello-cup and plastic spoon in his hands. "..you mean.. things in my fingers?" He is also /heavily/ medicated on muscle relaxers. "Nuh-uh. That'd be dumb. But you're right about the other thing. Focuses powers. I can do electrical karate. And tighter beams. And it's like a tricycle." That may not make as much sense as his doped brain thinks.

Volt doesn't even notice Spoiler entering the room. And when she speaks, it doesn't seem to register immediately that someone other than Sage spoke. "Well, that's what you said- wait, who?"

*

Sage turned her head, as she felt someone moving into the space, tracking the young woman's approach as she made her way over towards the bed. While she did not rise from where she was leaning, she shifted her body, as if to put herself between the prone young man and any potential threat, "It depends on how committed you are, how necessary it is, and how easily you can find someone to do the surgery without short-circuiting your nervous system." For the time being, she did not return to the conversation, but instead offered Drake an explanation for his confusion, "I believe you have a visitor."

*

Spoiler didn't seem to turn to face Sage, not even to lift her head to track Sage's movement. The batling just stays with her gaze and focus apparently set firmly on the bedside read outs, her HUD confirming the amount of medication he's on. Purple-colored lips press into a faint line, though whether it's at the dosages or at Sage moving to put herself between Spoiler and Drake is as of yet unseen.

"I really don't think such a surgery is viable right now, but perhaps it's a topic to discuss on when you're not lain up in bed?" Spoiler says to Drake while addressing Sage's comments. The blonde batling now lifts her head, turning her face toward Sage and canting her head to one side.

"So he does. Two of them."

*

Any undertones are completely lost on the costumed teen. Volt simply squints at the batling, steadily more and more. "I don't want fake fingers." Beat. "Stoiler!" Yes, Stoiler. "Spoiler!" Quick correction. "Come'ere." He raises his spoon-hand, realizes there's a spoon in it, and then raises the other. It has a jello-cup. He can't win! "This is girlfriend. My girlfriend. One I mentioned," Volt rambles to Sage.

*

Sage seemed endlessly patient, as she waited for the woman to finish her evaluation of the room, the equipment and perhaps the man himself. "Not fake, simply modified." When Drake managed to make the introduction, she nodded, rising from her lean to make room for the young woman to take her place, "Fantastic." She offered the younger woman a nod, "I managed the jello." She tipped her head to indicate the cup wielding Drake, "You might have better luck with the aspic." Yes, there was such a monstrosity on the food tray pulled up to Drake's bedside. Beef, by the smell of it. The 1950s are surely making a comeback in the JLA medbay. Perfectly fitting for a city like Metropolis.

*

As Volt introduces her, Spoiler inclines her chin, refusing to let out that the title makes her insides was to squirm from not sure what to do. Does she grow affectionate? Does she stay cold and distant? What would that say about Drake and his taste in girls? Or herself? Torn, Spoiler opts for Batling zen and steps into the space Sage freed up for her.

"You're not eating, Volt?" Spoiler asks of the young man, tone flat and businesslike and she looks at the food tray at his bedside. There's a long moment of silence.

"Eat, and I'll bring you cookies," she barters. The batling doesn't play fair in this. She knows where ALL the Brownie Troops are and how to get the best cookies even when they're out of season.

*

"I'm eating, see?," Volt counters, lifting the spoon - then the jello. He's not very coordinated right now. "And this, this is Sage." He looks to the dark-haired female and wobbles the Jello towards Spoiler. "She has good abs, too. She just hides'em."

Spoon in Jello, then in mouth.

"Cookies, huh?"

*

Now that Drake had company, which, all things considered, was a sight better than her own, Sage returned to where she had been waiting by the door to Drake's room, retrieving a small messenger bag which she had left leaning against the wall there. She did not immediately approach the pair, but instead, walked to set the bag on the other free rolling table in the room. of course, whomever it was intended for might complain, but as the bed beside them was, for the moment, free, Sage did not concern herself with that. "I took the liberty of bring you a replacement tablet, which is synced with your current progress on the one you have in the Mansion." No, she did not go rifling through your things!

*

Spoiler looked at the jello, lips in an unimpressed flat line.

"Mm-hmm," is the noncommittal reply to his declaration that he's eating. She allows her attention to be side tracked by the introduction for the moment. Spoiler inhales to offer a greeting when Drake comments about her abs.

The very subtle way her shoulders tense is the only tell that beneath the cowl her cheeks are bright pink.

"Nice to meet you," she gets out after a too-long silence. And that's all she says now, not answering Drake's questions about cookies for the moment. Steph.exe is not responding. Please wait.

*

Volt looks over to the tablet as it's brought closer to him. "Ohhh, you got me another one!," he coos. "You must be rich." Sage is offered a wide, wide smile. "Thanks. Sage is teachin' me how to hack. Like a 90s kid," he says to Spoiler. The jello is given another spooning. He had intended to keep that bit a secret - at least Sage's involvement in it. Muscle relaxers are a Hell of a thing.

"So, um." He nips at the spoon, then bobs it at Spoiler. He glances from one to the other. He seems to've forgotten what he was going to say.

*

"Yes, and no. But that's not something that you need to worry about." Sage set the messenger bag on its side, withdrawing the tablet, as well as a portable storage drive and an in-ear com. "If nothing else, it will give you something to occupy your mind while you are recovering." Once she had set everything out, she stepped back, "I will leave you to your visit. I've left a com for you, if you need to contact me. Or simply send a message on the tablet and I will read it when I cycle the updates."

*

It's filed away that Sage is teaching Drake how to hack. Given the nature of hacking in general, Spoiler opts for silence on the subject. She'll have to see if she can get some information on what she's teaching him, so she can tell the Fam, in case of any cyber intrusions with that signature. Until then, there's no reason to let on that the batling is thinking anything about the subject.

"If there is something you and he need to discuss without me here, I can step out," Spoiler offers as she sees Sage makig ready to leave.

*

"Whaaat? Nooo, you're my girlfriend!," Volt protests. He plops the jello-with-spoon onto the nearby tray before lifting his arms to Spoiler. How stoic will she remain when he so obviously is giving the 'Hug me!' body language? "It's not secret ninja information or anything! And I like having you around! And I haven't had you around enough! I'm glad you weren't around for the snake, though. Either of ya. It almost ate Caitlin. She didn't listen to a /damn/ thing I said." The last line is delivered with a visible pout of his lips.

*

"Not at all. I came to check in on him, and to ensure that his genetic sequencing had not been damaged by his injury. I believe I've done everything that I can do at this point. Should his condition not improve, I will reevaluate that assessment and make the necessary modifications. For now, I believe my company is not what he needs." In typical Sage fashion, she neither reacted or commented to the obvious display of a desire for affection from Drake. "You know how to reach me, Drake. Spoiler." She did offer a dip of her head, before she turned to depart the room.

*

The tension Spoiler had been letting go returns as Drake holds up his arms. Maybe it's because she's not ready for this yet or maybe it's because he mentioned that her best friend was nearly eaten by a snake and refused to listen to a teammate. We'll go with that since Spoiler verbally responds to it.

"I'll have a word with her," is the almost cold intonation of words. The keen observer might spot the tint of blush creeping out from under the bottom of her cowl. It's something she's working hard to ignore as she looks back to Sage and gives the elder woman a nod.

"Sage," she says. The deepening blush is NOT because Sage made it clear that she's leaving the couple alone. Honest. The color tiptoes toward her jaw as she turns back to Drake to collect one of his hands in her own.

*

"Vooolt," he corrects Sage in a drawl. He's in costume! "See the eyemask?" His free hand points to the accessory in question, the other now Spoiler's property. His attention then turns pragmatically to Spoiler, a bit too blitzed to argue with anything beyond token effort. "I'm sure Caitlin's upset already. She was in its mouth. I told'er I'd distract it so she could get close, but she ran ahead! And it's not her fault I blew myself out. I tried to cook it with my powers, not her." The phrasing isn't exactly precise, but she may get it. "And she gave me the battery I needed for the amp. So don't be mean."

His hand gives a feeble squeeze.

*

"Costumes rarely make the disguise, Volt. More often than not, what matters is knowing not when to put on the mask, but when to take it off." Sage accepted the farewells, as she departed, making no other verbal reply. But there was one, for Drake alone. Sage's voice, in his head, the tone of it far kinder than the woman's normal voice ever was. « Be gentle with her, Drake. » And then she turned the corner, stepping out of the room and letting the door close behind her.

*

With Sage leaving, Spoiler settles to a chair at Drake's bedside, hand still holding his. The feeble squeeze is noted and hidden by the cowl, her brows pull together.

"I'm glad you're okay, though. I came by as soon as I was able to," she says, forcing herself NOT to recall the last time she was in the Medical Ward of the Justice League. She's letting the past go, honest.

*

"Ohhh, you know me." Volt smiles dreamily, thumb brushing along her wrist. "Livin' dangerous. But never dyin'. My plan's to live forever. So far, so good." He pushes out his lips, as if going for a kiss. She's much, much too far away, however.

*

And much, much too nervous about this here. It's hard to resist, though, and after a quick glance about the small med bay, Spoiler pulls up, presses a quick, chaste kiss to those pursing lips, and then drops back to her seat.

"Just… take some precautionary measures, please?" she asks. Because she is not in a position to tell him that he shouldn't be doing heroing things. He's the super powered mutant. She's just a cheerleader in high end kevlar.

*

"I had to do the best I could. It would'a killed so many people," Volt posits. Despite the conversation, he looks satisfied with the kiss he got. "Or totally destroyed Chinatown. Might'a ate Caitlin. I dunno. Anyway.. muscles only get stronger when ya work'em.."

He tries to wriggle his hand free to point towards her midsection. "Y'oughtta know, havin' those abs~," he flirts dopily.

*

Settled back to her seat, Spoiler listens to Drake ramble about the snake she'll have to search for video footage on. She's nodding along, the blush fading until he flirts. Drug induced flirting. Spoiler's face lights up again, mostly hidden by the cowl. To cover, she reaches for his jello and hands it over.

"A full meal, Volt; and I'll consider baking them instead of buying them."

*

Volt blinks at her, puzzled. His hands are suddenly occupied by jello and spoon, but he's still staring at her. It's the longest period of perplexed silence, until his addled mind finally states what's given it such a logic loop.

"You can't bake abs, Spoiler." His eyebrows raise. "Or buy'em."

*

She'd waited through the confused silence, growing a bit concerned. And then he blurts out what's on his mind and Spoiler actually face palms.

"I meant the cookies," she clarifies, the hand to her face hiding the blush that's slipped out from under the cowl.

*

"What cookies? We have cookies here?" Volt's head tilts to look towards the exit, then back to Spoiler questioningly. He has such a terribly hard time focusing while on these meds. But at least he's back to spooning at the jello. "Sorry I almost died. I'll try not to again." The spoon pops into his mouth.

*

"No. I will bring you cookies, fresh baked, if you eat well," Spoiler says, clarifying for her loopy love interest. She collects her feet into the chair under her, making herself a purple and black ball in the seat, to watch him eat.

"I'd appreciate it," is the response. It's quiet, fragile; as fragile as her heart on the subject.

*

"Okay," says Volt, unclear as to which thing he's responding. Perhaps both. "I'm glad you weren't there. It fell on so many buildings. You'd probably be fine though. You're super." He spoons more jello. "I only ever saw you get hurt once. And even then you'd'a probably been fine without me."

*

Spoiler watches, her gaze unwavering even underneath the lenses of her cowl. Her lips are a light unhappy frown, worry riding high.

"I am not super, Volt," she contends, voice muffled by her knees.

"I've been hurt plenty of times…." she admits.

*

"No, you just get roughed up. You only hurt yourself. Like when you're snapping your undies apart to beat up a seamonster," Volt posits. "Seamutant. Mutant.. water.. guy. You remember. God, you were hot." He smiles at her guilelessly.

*

There's the blush again.

"I was not snapping my underwear off. I snapped off the decorative belt thing that served no purpose, because I was not about to wear my utility belt with a two-piece on the beach in board daylight in the middle of summer," Spoiler retorts. That smile, the way he's so loopy doopy sweet about it all… it's new and novel and she's out of her depth that as the blush deepens a smile starts.

*

"Oh that wasn't a two piece. Tankinis don't count," argues Volt, starting to bob the spoon at her in admonishing manner. "Bikinis are two pieces. But you got great legs." His feet squirm a little on the gurney, for no apparent reason other than the association of legs. "Anyway," the spoon goes back into the jello to resume, "I wanted to kiss ya /so much/ after that. You were like the hottest thing ever."

*

"Volt…" Spoiler says, dragging out his name a bit and blushing even more. Her chin tucks down behind her knees and she turns her face away a bit. It's nice to hear things like that,but when such things are rare it's not something one is used to, and so she flounders on how to take it. Blushing is all she has.

*

Volt is unrelenting!

"I think it was right then that I absolutely /knew/ you were my favorite. Like, girl. I mean, like, ever. Beautiful, strong, sweet, acting like something out of Dead or Alive.." He blinks owlishly. "Except without the bikini. Ohmigod, I know what I'm getting you for your birthday." He flashes her a perky smile. "But no, I," he pauses to jam the spoon in his mouth, then resumes, "wanted to drag you away after you got bandaged or whatever. And like makeout."

*

Red and purple, it's a nice look. Spoiler blushes furiously and she collects her cape to pull around her as if that could hide her more.

"You don't even know when my birthday is," she tries, blushing hotly at the thought that he wanted to makeout after that incident. She gets it. She's felt the same way once. She's felt the same, the tiny bubble of it, starting for him. She wasn't ashamed of it, or scared of it, she just wasn't the kind of person to just blurt it out like that. She's going to blame the meds.

*

It's probably the meds. At least in this case. But is Volt ashamed of it? Even under normal circumstances? No, not at all. He's rather proud of his girlfriend. Even if she weren't a caped crusader. But the meds have opened the proverbial floodgates.

"Tell me your birthday!" Volt attempts to sit up, excited at the prospect. "I'm gonna start browsing online! For unrelated things!" His smile remains bright and energetic, despite it all - until he sits up to a certain degree. This creates a clearly sharp pain in his system, eliciting a yelp. He drops back, visibly tense, jaw clenched. Slowly it ebbs with careful breathing.

*

With Drake starting to sit up, Spoiler is quick to uncurl. She's not quick enough to get to her feet and press a hand to his sternum to get him to lay back before he hurts himself, however, and the batling frowns.

"Slowly, Volt. You're still mending," she says, scooting around the topic of her birthday that Caitlin is sure to know. She's one of the few, after all.

*

"Aahhn," hisses Volt as he forces himself to relax. His shoulders shift into the pillow of the gurney. Eyes open again to focus on the girl, and though he's lacking a smile, she has his attention. And naturally, the next thing he says is, "When's your birthday?"

*

One hand still on his chest, Spoiler's other helps sort the pillows so he can refind his comfort. His eyes open and Spoiler stops shuffling to look at him, meet his gaze though their eyes can not meet.

"Tsk. Not going to tell you. You'll have to figure it out on your own," she says, refraining from mentioning that they nkow each other out of the mask, even if that's tacitly implied with their relationship.

Paranoid batling is paranoid.

*

"Ugh," sighs Volt. "Fine. I'll just get it for you as a just-because thing. And I'm totally gonna shop online for it. That's how I'm gonna spend my time. On a phone, browsing catalogues, imagining you in'em.."

*

"Christmas is a thing, you know," Spoiler replies. Her voice is softer, lips smiling now. Cheeks are still pink, but at least it's hidden again under her cowl.

*

"But it's so far away, and I wanna see ya in something like that noowww~," Volt whines up at her. He may be drugged out, but he's self-aware enough to grin up at her with that.

*

"You're not seeing me in anything but the nomex or the hard-suit until you're healed up and released by League medical teams. Understood?" Spoiler fires back at the whine. The flat of her tone is marred by the faint half-smirk on her lips.

*

"Well, duh!," retorts Volt, along with a pout. "And you can't cage my mind! Even if you're totally mesmerising." His left hand lifts with the jello to hover about her face. "Even if you hide those pretty eyes with weird white blobs."

*

Jello in face, Spoiler takes it and calmly spoons some of the last of it up. She offers the spoons in the hopes he focuses on that and not on how the blush peeks out from under the cowl again.

"You're welcome to imagine anything you like, then," she allows. She's not blushing! You're blushing!

*

Volt is not blushing. He's busy glomping onto the spoon for the last little bit. Afterwards, his head drops back down to the pillow. "I will. I do. Cuz I've got a gorgeous girlfriend. And I got to see what she looks like under all that," he motions vaguely towards her figure, "and that's like a total mental picture forever." He pantomimes taking a photo. "Click."

*

Spoiler blushes hard. She can feel her ears burning. Turning away, the jello is put aside and something else from the food tray is picked up and brought over to feed him. She's silent, because she's blushing and chewing on the tip of her tongue.

*

It's broth. Volt is not anxious for it. He observes it with a level of disgust, then looks back to her. "Why're ya shy?," he asks randomly. His head tilts against the pillow, attempting to focus on what little of her face he can see.

*

Broth. Spoiler moves closer so she can help Volt sit up just a bit more, holding the bowl in a way that suggests she is going to make sure he drink SOME of it.

And then there's the question.

Spoiler pauses, the blush receding under the cowl, but not fading fully.

"It's… complicated."

Oh that word again!

*

"No, no, no more of that! We're in a relationship! You love me! You've gotta tell me about it!," insists the drugged-out Volt.

*

The blush deepens again.

"You're not wrong. But, you're on some heavy medication and we're not in a place that I feel particularly comfortable talking about this sort of thing," Spoiler counters just as calm and composed as she can manage.

"Will you drink your soup …and I promise we will talk about this… when you're feeling better… and we're not in League Medical?" There's a plea in her voice that wasn't there before.

*

"Nuh-uh!," fusses Volt. "You're supposed to tell me these things that're important to you. I'll wait, cuz I'm an amazing boyfriend, but no bargaining!" He eyeshifts to the baleful broth, then back to her. "If I have the broth, you've gotta gimme something else."

*

Spoiler blushes again, chin tucking down, as Volt presses the point. Her lips thin into a line.

"….There are some things I'm not comfortable talking about in this place," she states, not pushing hte broth.

*

"I know. I said I'd wait," says Volt with a quick nod. "That's not you getting out of it, though! And it means you've gotta give me something else if I eat that gross stuff."

*

"….what… do you want?" Spoiler asks, relieved that he's not pressing her to talk about those things right now, but not sure what he'd want in exchange for drinking the broth.

*

Volt stares at her in silence, and his eyes slowly, gradually narrow. He knows what he wants. "…A picture. Of you. Just you. Making a cute face or something. Girlfriends are supposed to do that, aren't they?"

*

Those narrowing eyes. Spoiler tenses, worry and anxiety spiking. A million questions flood her mind.

What will he ask? What if it's something I can't give! Won't give! Am not allowed to..!

The worry grows until he makes his demand. And just like that Spoiler's anxiety bursts on a bubble of a laugh. The giggle is light and airy and the blush is once more visible.

"Yes… I suppose we are supposed to do that…"

*

Drug-addled Volt is not a nefarious Volt. He doesn't have the mental wherewithal for it. And he just looks /so/ pleased when she seems to agree to it.

"That'll give me something to look at while I'm here." Beat. "I wanna see your face, though! So, like, no masks. Just so you know." Squint! And then he's pawing at the broth.

*

No masks?! Spoiler's cheeks pale suddenly even as her hand is pulled by his, drawing hte liquid to himself.

"I… Please don't share it," she breaths, hand under his shaking faintly.

*

"'Course not," scoffs Volt, seemingly unaware of the shaking. "It's my picture of my girlfriend. Private stuff. Just something for me to go to sleep lookin' at."

*

Silence. For five full seconds…

"…. Do you have your phone?" Spoiler's tone is tiny now.

*

"Uh-huh!," nods Volt. He paws at the broth more, attempting to draw it over to himself. "So you can just text it to me or something."

*

"Yes… I will… text you… a selfie," Spoiler says, letting Volt draw the broth to his lips. She holds it steady so he can drink, all while reeling inside. #WaitLetMeTakeASelfie

*

Volt begins sipping at the broth. It's awkward and stiff, extremely cautious of triggering intense pain again.

*

Spoiler helps him drink, and when he's done she settles things into place, brushes her hand over his brow, and then sees herself out.

Two hours later, after Drake's drunk his broth and is drifting into a drug induced sleep, there's a beep from his phone. A text notification. It's a picture, of a cute blonde with bright blue-green eyes. She's biting her lower lip and her cheeks are dusted with just enough of a blush that the faint freckles are visible. One shoulder can be seen, revealing that she's likely just wearing a white tank top.

Another bing. Another selfie. This time, Steph's got her eyes closed and her tongue is poking out. The bridge of her nose is wrinkled. The hand not holding the phone is up in an anime V.

A third ping. -Sweet dreams.-

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