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[myresponsibility]

[Spam for the Infirmary]

[Being shot in the thigh is a strangely familiar experience for Peter Parker. Being poisoned with wolfsbane and spending a while hallucinating and incredibly nauseous is less so, but thanks to his enhanced metabolism, he winds up more or less okay symptom free in about an hour or two. (He makes a mental note to try and do some more research into how well he actually resists poisons and stuff like that.)

So for the first day after our latest vacation to Mirror Barge, Peter can be found napping in a hospital bed, playing Angry Birds on his phone, or inquiring after his friends and the general state of the ship. His right arm is heavily bandaged, and he's careful to keep weight off his leg, but otherwise, he actually seems kind of cheerful, if a little sedated.

A day or so later, and he'll be trying to hobble out on crutches if no one stops him.]

[Public Text]

so that sucked

sound off, where is everyone?

[Private to Gwen]

hey

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[neverfeltbetter]

Be right up.

[Not long after, he's walking through the infirmary doors, looking to spot Peter among the beds.]

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[myresponsibility]

[Peter is propped up in a bed roughly in the center against the left wall. He grins when he spots Crichton and waves with his left arm - his right is still swaddled in bandages from the elbow to the wrist.]

Hey.

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[neverfeltbetter]

Hey, hero.

[He smiles and comes around to the side of Peter's bed.]

So, where'd you take it at?

[He means the bullet.]

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[myresponsibility]

Rightttt- [Peter scoots over and shifts his weight to his good leg a bit, pointing to a spot on the side of his right leg, a couple inches below the hip.] Here. It's already healing up pretty nice, so that's cool.

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[neverfeltbetter]

Heh, you damn near got shot in the ass.

[Which doesn't mean he doesn't sympathize, but...well, he had to say it.]

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[myresponsibility]

[Hey, he won't hold it against you. Peter just shrugs, because you know, no big deal.]

Yeah, that's less cool. As is the being stuck here, but at least now you're here to make fun of me.

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[neverfeltbetter]

I'm always happy to provide a service.

[Big shit-eating grin.]

Just here to help, you know?

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[myresponsibility]

Totally. So glad we're pals.

What's up with you?

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[neverfeltbetter]

Just getting back to life as usual I guess, and trying my best to forget what went down on that other Barge.

[So, he didn't come through the ordeal completely unscathed. He might have underplayed it a little, or a lot.]

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[myresponsibility]

Join the club. You sure you're doing okay?

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[neverfeltbetter]

I'm okay I just...

Did you happen to see that tussle I had with Ben? He caught wind that I was from the other Barge and he didn't take it real well. Didn't help that he was crazy.

[Crazy and armed.]

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[myresponsibility]

Yeah, that looked pretty rough. Ben's not a great guy to piss off, no matter what version he is.

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[neverfeltbetter]

No, he's not. Lucky for me someone stepped in before I lost more than my dignity, the perfect line of my nose and a tooth.

[Considering who they're talking about, that's not bad. Crichton isn't too eager to mention, though, that the 'someone' was his own inmate Catra. But hey, it's not like he got shot.]