[Faith's Apartment, Milliways Staff Wing]

[flybywash]

He figured, at first, that it was just the kind of thing that came with...well, with being a corpse for a nice long fifteen-minute stretch.

But that ain't right. Not really.

Because the rest of him's feeling a little better; it doesn't hurt as much to breathe anymore, as the reconstructed muscles lose some of their stiffness the more he exercises them. His hands only shake a little when he eats. He left leg moves around okay, even if it can't support a lot of his weight yet.

But his right leg can't do anything at all.

It's not numb. It just...doesn't work. Best he's managed so far is a half-hearted toe wiggle.

What a gorram stupid thing to panic over after coming all the way back from the dead. It didn't make the fear any less, though -- when he discovered it and called for Faith, his voice was trembling almost as badly as it had when he'd first woken up on the floor of Milliways. She didn't waste any time in fetching both a pair of crutches and a wheelchair from Bar, and they're by his nightstand now.

He's tried to use the crutches twice, out of necessity, and became fast friends with the floor both times. Wheelchair's not much better; it's harder to turn the wheels than he expected. Easier to just stay in bed as much as he can.

Besides, he's supposed to be resting anyway.

So that's where Wash is now: curled up in Faith's too-big guest bed, dozing lightly, and keeping to the left side of it without thought.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's mostly been in her apartment, hovering, never quite out of hearing range - which, granted, is a little further for a Slayer than it is for most people.

But even a Slayer has to eat, and so she's been, briefly, in the bar, with a promise to return very quickly.

Return she does, but not alone - her voice, audible from the living room, is joined with a masculine one, and there's a flash of blue skin just visible as she opens the bedroom door and looks in at Wash.

"Hey. I realize this isn't the best time for it, but there's somebody I'd like you to meet, if you feel like it."

[flybywash]

"Uh?" Wash shifts, groaning a little as he tries to stretch out his good leg, and opens his eyes.

"S'fine," he says, hoarse. A little rueful, "Good a time as any."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith winces, a little, and opens the door further, stepping into the room, not checking to see if Michael's behind her - very probably she doesn't have to look. Slayer senses.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry."

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

He is behind her, but hangs back a little, leaning against the doorway. He nods a greeting, with a quiet, "Hey."

[clumsy_auror]

There's a soft knock on the door. Slightly tentative."Wash?"

[flybywash]

A few seconds' worth of incoherent mumbling occurs before Wash rolls over and opening his eyes. With some effort, he props himself on his elbows and rubs his eyes.

"Yeah?"

[clumsy_auror]

The door cracks open, and Tonks peeks inside. "Y'decent?"

[flybywash]

He smiles. "Yeah, I'm decent. Come in."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There is knocking. It'd be louder, but she's afraid that he might be sleeping, and doesn't want to wake him up.

That, and loud knocking takes energy, and she's more on the knackered end.

So.

Knock knock knock

[flybywash]

It's just loud enough to register.

"Mph." Wash's eyes blink open, and he shakes his head, peering at the door a little muzzily. "S'open," he calls.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She pokes her head in, and looks slightly abashed at his sleepy stare.

The part of her that isn't practically giddy about the fact that he's staring at her at all is abashed. The rest is too busy celebrating.

"Hullo. Just wanted t'see how y'were." The strap of her knapsack shows over the one shoulder that's visible through the cracked door.

[flybywash]

He smiles. The only reason it's not an out-and-out grin is simple exhaustion; he's missed her.

"Shiny," he says. "Kind of hard to be anything but, comparatively. You wanna come in?"

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

There's a quiet knock on the door. Quiet enough to not wake him if he's actually asleep, or at least that's the intention.

[flybywash]

Not quite asleep, which is why the knock's answered -- after a moment or two of rustling -- with a hoarse, "Yeah?"

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

The door opens enough for Alain to poke his head in.

"Thought I'd stop by," he says quietly. "Say sorry -- I woke you, didn't I?"

[flybywash]

A slight smile. "Only a little. Méi guānxi. Come in, it's fine."

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

"Geez. I leave you alone for a few months and you go and get yourself maimed. Do I have to make you an android bodyguard or something?" came a friendly voice from the door.

[flybywash]

"Uh?"

Wash stirs, lifts his head enough to see who's standing in the doorway, and brightens.

"Harper! How've you been?"

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

"Better off than you, most likely." A pause. "Well, probably not, but there was a lot less gore involved in my little jaunt back in my home 'verse."

He came over and plopped into the chair near Wash's bed and made himself comfortable.

His voice was suddenly very sincere as he said, "Glad to see you still kickin', though. Seriously. I heard it was a close one."

[awesome_lilly]

At some point that miraculously does not coincide with the stream of other visitors, Lilly knocks on the door.

"What up, sai?"

[flybywash]

"Ngh. Sleeeep. G'way."

A beat, and it registers.

"...Lilly?"

[awesome_lilly]

"Yeah," Lilly says, already halfway out the door again.

"If you're sleeping I'll come back, though."

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and Faith comes in with a small winged shape on her shoulder.

Petrie launches himself towards the bed, while Faith busies herself with something in the room.

[flybywash]

Being awakened by a baby pterodactyl? A decidedly interesting way of waking up, all things said.

When he hears the door open, Wash cracks an eye, then smiles when he sees who it is. "Petrie! Wèi."

[petriedino.livejournal.com]

"Hello!" He's fluttering around the bed, looking for a place to land.