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David and Adrienne - Medlab (Backdated to Sunday)
Before her golf game, Adrienne checks in on David to chat about the weather.
When Jean had cleared David for visitors Adrienne took her place in line to see him. "Guess what? You look like shit," she told him when she was at his bedside, then cracked a smile. "Also? I dumped perfectly good coffee on the ground for you. I think you owe me."
“You have to stop saying that, Princess,” David grumbled, but returned the smile with a faint one of his own. “I’ll buy you gourmet coffee when I get out of this hell hole,” he promised, not bothering to sit up as he looked up at the brunette. “As many cups as you want, if you like gratitude coffee.”
"When you stop looking like shit, I'll stop saying that," Adrienne shrugged. "I just tell it like it is. Ooo." She waggled her eyebrows at him, "well if it's gratitude coffee. Yes please. Should I sit, or are you not really up for a long visit right now?"
“I can’t help the looks I was born with,” the man deadpanned. “And you can stick around until I or my lovely doctor throws you out.” He was tired and he was shaking uncontrollably underneath the blanket Jean had draped over him. But having been unconscious for two days made someone just not feel like succumbing to sleep for as long as his body did not give out on him. “What’s the situation like outside?”
"It's not the looks you were born with," the brunette told him with a shake of her head, "it's the situations you keep ending up in." She sat down in the chair next to his bed. "The situation outside..." she pretended to think this over. "Well, it's sunny today. We're supposed to get some rain soon. That's what you meant, right?" she smirked.
David fixed Adrienne with a long, hard stare, except that it quickly blurred over and he was forced to look away and blink, trying to get his vision to re-focus. “Do you believe in karma?” He asked pointedly when he could look at her without tearing up, his straight face making it difficult to tell if he was being facetious or not.
Adrienne frowned thoughtfully. "You mean, do I believe that because I'm fucking with you you're going to find some way to fuck with me? Nope. Nope, I don't believe in that at all."
He shook his head and then stopped when it threatened to stop pounding. His body was in ridiculously bad shape to even begin to try to keep up with Adrienne right now. With a shaky sigh, he reluctantly gave in, a quick mental note promising to exact petty revenge when he could. “How are my colleagues?”
"Well, I don't really know how most of them are, but Amanda and I did have tea recently," she shrugged, "after I... found you. She's sort of my... unofficial sponsor, and I was pretty shaky afterwards, so I wanted to check in with her. She's given me the name of her contact in a really good rehab program." She left it at that.
“Good for you,” the precognitive replied shortly, weakly tugging at the IV line which was somehow irritating the crap out of him. He knew his colleagues were made of stern stuff – he had been satisfied just knowing they were all alive – and was not particularly concerned. What he really wanted to know was what the fuck was going on with the rest of the world and whether there had been any repercussions he needed to be aware of. But something told David it was not the time to ask. As for rehab, well… he did not need it. The look he shot Adrienne would tell her that much.
Adrienne rolled her eyes at the reply and the look she'd gotten. "You know you sound like a petulant teenager, right? It doesn't suit you." Although it wasn't as if she'd expected anything less, honestly, vaguely remembering how difficult she'd been when she needed to go into a program. She still didn't even remember how she'd actually ended up in rehab, who'd convinced her to go. She hadn't been forced into it. But it was all a blur. Which was too bad because if she'd known, she could have tried the same thing someone had used on her on North. Instead, she let it go, recognizing that she couldn't make him go. "If I ever catch wind that you've popped a pill in front of Layla, I will kill you, you realize that, right?" she said instead, arms crossed over her chest in an attempt to make herself look more fierce. "Even your ninja skills won't save you." And with her powers she could quite easily get that information. But she didn't tell him that.
“Miss Miller already knows about the overdose,” David said, rubbing at his sore stomach with shaking fingers a frown. “She’s watched me kill people and you’re more worried that I will swallow a pill in front of her? Your priorities, Naked Lady, are suspect.” He sounded neither amused nor incredulous, simply because he had no energy to express emotion. Instead, the man stared up at Adrienne and watched as her expression changed.
“I won’t,” he cut in firmly before she could berate him. Or hit him, for that matter. And it was not because he was bedridden and defenceless and she knew how to fire a gun – he would let her kill him if she really wanted to. It was because being weak and lacking control over himself was paining him far more than he would care to admit. “Unless Grey asks me to, of course.”
"Har har," Adrienne muttered in response to his last quip. "And hey, it has nothing to do with my priorities. If people can warn me about snorting coke in front of the children, I can warn you about popping pills in front of them. Not being trusted when people figure out what you are is a bitch, isn't it?" And yeah, maybe she was trying to push his buttons a little, but that was what had been done to her, and it had worked. She'd been so... embarrassed by the fact that her friend thought she was stupid enough to do drugs in front of kids that she became that much more determined to prove them wrong.
“I think we can safely say that snorting coke is a lot more conspicuous than swallowing a pill from a prescription bottle.” David had done it all the time, after all. In front of teammates, in front of targets… in front of Scott Summers, too, if he recalled correctly. Unfortunately, the only buttons it would push with him was that big red one that had ‘ANNOYED’ spelt out in bolded caps-locked font. “And you can distrust me all you want.” Only fools and the desperate would trust him with young, breakable minds, after all. He met her eyes with a strange look in his eyes and a weak, half-hearted smirk. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
"It's just as conspicuous now that people know you're addicted to pills," Adrienne countered with a shrug. "And hey, I spent most of my life being abused by men, so it's not like I really trusted you all that much before this," she quipped, a corner of her mouth turning up in a half smirk. "I'm always wary that at any moment you might haul off and deck me one; that's just my baggage. So don't be offended if I distrust you just a little bit more now." She caught the look in his eyes and poked him in the arm. "But at least as a fellow addict I do understand how much it sucks to be treated like that. So I'm in your corner if other people try to pull any shit with you. That's just how I roll." He had saved her life a bunch of times, after all. She owed him her loyalty for that. And she knew how self-righteous some people could be about addiction. She hated those people.
“Not so much a princess than a knight then,” David observed wryly, finding his defensiveness dissipating despite himself. He made a mental note to do some mediation exercises when he was alone and not out for the count; that he was taking things personally was a sure sign that his emotions were getting the better of him.
Adrienne had a point. He trusted her up to a certain point in a fight, and perhaps trusted her to look after her wards with her life if she had to. But they were not trusting people. Neither of them. It may have been why they got along well enough, their common friendship with Vanessa aside – It was harder to be disappointed by someone you didn’t trust.
“Naked Knight,” he tested, coughing and wheezing when he had to choke back a laugh. “You like?”
"Damn skippy!" Adrienne laughed too. Seeing how she'd caused him to nearly expel a lung, she figured it was time to shove off, and rose from the chair. "You should get some rest, Ninja. Be good and maybe Doc Grey will let me bring you some food from the outside next time.”
“I’ll let you know when I can get the damned tube out of my arm,” he said agreeably, blinking back the moisture from his eyes from the coughing fit. He settled back against his pillow and waited until the brunette had closed the door behind her. Then David closed his eyes and started his mental compartmentalisation, not quite realising when he slipped off into sleep again.
When Jean had cleared David for visitors Adrienne took her place in line to see him. "Guess what? You look like shit," she told him when she was at his bedside, then cracked a smile. "Also? I dumped perfectly good coffee on the ground for you. I think you owe me."
“You have to stop saying that, Princess,” David grumbled, but returned the smile with a faint one of his own. “I’ll buy you gourmet coffee when I get out of this hell hole,” he promised, not bothering to sit up as he looked up at the brunette. “As many cups as you want, if you like gratitude coffee.”
"When you stop looking like shit, I'll stop saying that," Adrienne shrugged. "I just tell it like it is. Ooo." She waggled her eyebrows at him, "well if it's gratitude coffee. Yes please. Should I sit, or are you not really up for a long visit right now?"
“I can’t help the looks I was born with,” the man deadpanned. “And you can stick around until I or my lovely doctor throws you out.” He was tired and he was shaking uncontrollably underneath the blanket Jean had draped over him. But having been unconscious for two days made someone just not feel like succumbing to sleep for as long as his body did not give out on him. “What’s the situation like outside?”
"It's not the looks you were born with," the brunette told him with a shake of her head, "it's the situations you keep ending up in." She sat down in the chair next to his bed. "The situation outside..." she pretended to think this over. "Well, it's sunny today. We're supposed to get some rain soon. That's what you meant, right?" she smirked.
David fixed Adrienne with a long, hard stare, except that it quickly blurred over and he was forced to look away and blink, trying to get his vision to re-focus. “Do you believe in karma?” He asked pointedly when he could look at her without tearing up, his straight face making it difficult to tell if he was being facetious or not.
Adrienne frowned thoughtfully. "You mean, do I believe that because I'm fucking with you you're going to find some way to fuck with me? Nope. Nope, I don't believe in that at all."
He shook his head and then stopped when it threatened to stop pounding. His body was in ridiculously bad shape to even begin to try to keep up with Adrienne right now. With a shaky sigh, he reluctantly gave in, a quick mental note promising to exact petty revenge when he could. “How are my colleagues?”
"Well, I don't really know how most of them are, but Amanda and I did have tea recently," she shrugged, "after I... found you. She's sort of my... unofficial sponsor, and I was pretty shaky afterwards, so I wanted to check in with her. She's given me the name of her contact in a really good rehab program." She left it at that.
“Good for you,” the precognitive replied shortly, weakly tugging at the IV line which was somehow irritating the crap out of him. He knew his colleagues were made of stern stuff – he had been satisfied just knowing they were all alive – and was not particularly concerned. What he really wanted to know was what the fuck was going on with the rest of the world and whether there had been any repercussions he needed to be aware of. But something told David it was not the time to ask. As for rehab, well… he did not need it. The look he shot Adrienne would tell her that much.
Adrienne rolled her eyes at the reply and the look she'd gotten. "You know you sound like a petulant teenager, right? It doesn't suit you." Although it wasn't as if she'd expected anything less, honestly, vaguely remembering how difficult she'd been when she needed to go into a program. She still didn't even remember how she'd actually ended up in rehab, who'd convinced her to go. She hadn't been forced into it. But it was all a blur. Which was too bad because if she'd known, she could have tried the same thing someone had used on her on North. Instead, she let it go, recognizing that she couldn't make him go. "If I ever catch wind that you've popped a pill in front of Layla, I will kill you, you realize that, right?" she said instead, arms crossed over her chest in an attempt to make herself look more fierce. "Even your ninja skills won't save you." And with her powers she could quite easily get that information. But she didn't tell him that.
“Miss Miller already knows about the overdose,” David said, rubbing at his sore stomach with shaking fingers a frown. “She’s watched me kill people and you’re more worried that I will swallow a pill in front of her? Your priorities, Naked Lady, are suspect.” He sounded neither amused nor incredulous, simply because he had no energy to express emotion. Instead, the man stared up at Adrienne and watched as her expression changed.
“I won’t,” he cut in firmly before she could berate him. Or hit him, for that matter. And it was not because he was bedridden and defenceless and she knew how to fire a gun – he would let her kill him if she really wanted to. It was because being weak and lacking control over himself was paining him far more than he would care to admit. “Unless Grey asks me to, of course.”
"Har har," Adrienne muttered in response to his last quip. "And hey, it has nothing to do with my priorities. If people can warn me about snorting coke in front of the children, I can warn you about popping pills in front of them. Not being trusted when people figure out what you are is a bitch, isn't it?" And yeah, maybe she was trying to push his buttons a little, but that was what had been done to her, and it had worked. She'd been so... embarrassed by the fact that her friend thought she was stupid enough to do drugs in front of kids that she became that much more determined to prove them wrong.
“I think we can safely say that snorting coke is a lot more conspicuous than swallowing a pill from a prescription bottle.” David had done it all the time, after all. In front of teammates, in front of targets… in front of Scott Summers, too, if he recalled correctly. Unfortunately, the only buttons it would push with him was that big red one that had ‘ANNOYED’ spelt out in bolded caps-locked font. “And you can distrust me all you want.” Only fools and the desperate would trust him with young, breakable minds, after all. He met her eyes with a strange look in his eyes and a weak, half-hearted smirk. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
"It's just as conspicuous now that people know you're addicted to pills," Adrienne countered with a shrug. "And hey, I spent most of my life being abused by men, so it's not like I really trusted you all that much before this," she quipped, a corner of her mouth turning up in a half smirk. "I'm always wary that at any moment you might haul off and deck me one; that's just my baggage. So don't be offended if I distrust you just a little bit more now." She caught the look in his eyes and poked him in the arm. "But at least as a fellow addict I do understand how much it sucks to be treated like that. So I'm in your corner if other people try to pull any shit with you. That's just how I roll." He had saved her life a bunch of times, after all. She owed him her loyalty for that. And she knew how self-righteous some people could be about addiction. She hated those people.
“Not so much a princess than a knight then,” David observed wryly, finding his defensiveness dissipating despite himself. He made a mental note to do some mediation exercises when he was alone and not out for the count; that he was taking things personally was a sure sign that his emotions were getting the better of him.
Adrienne had a point. He trusted her up to a certain point in a fight, and perhaps trusted her to look after her wards with her life if she had to. But they were not trusting people. Neither of them. It may have been why they got along well enough, their common friendship with Vanessa aside – It was harder to be disappointed by someone you didn’t trust.
“Naked Knight,” he tested, coughing and wheezing when he had to choke back a laugh. “You like?”
"Damn skippy!" Adrienne laughed too. Seeing how she'd caused him to nearly expel a lung, she figured it was time to shove off, and rose from the chair. "You should get some rest, Ninja. Be good and maybe Doc Grey will let me bring you some food from the outside next time.”
“I’ll let you know when I can get the damned tube out of my arm,” he said agreeably, blinking back the moisture from his eyes from the coughing fit. He settled back against his pillow and waited until the brunette had closed the door behind her. Then David closed his eyes and started his mental compartmentalisation, not quite realising when he slipped off into sleep again.