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Who: Peter and You!! (open)
Where: Medical Carriage
When: Grasshopper day 14-15
What: Peter had an Asthma attack. It was awful. He also seems to be a little powerless.
Warnings: idk. will update.

It's been a few hours since the awful asthma attack and Peter finally feels like he can breathe again.He's laying back on the medic cot with his hand over the band aid he'd had the injection in and squinting at the ceiling. This sucks.

He sucks in a breath and lets it out slow. How did he manage to lose his powers? He knew he wasn't doing too well on the battle field and he's been a little extra stressed out but he didn't think he was that bad off. Would he get his powers back? He really, really hopes so because the next mission might kill him. Literally.

That is, of course, assuming Mr Stark doesn't just tie him to the train or something. It was possible. He he hears someone coming into the car and glances up to see who it is and squints because he can't really make out much more than weirdly shaped blobs.

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Uta was definitely not the first to poke his head into the room to speak to Peter, and he had almost passed by entirely as he fiddled around wit picking a song to listen to. It was out of the corner of his eye that he saw yet another person in the Medbay, someone new, someone he hadn't really had a chance to meet but he's seen around. He recalled the conversation with Tony and, well, maybe he was feeling a bit cheeky.

He stepped into the Medbay as he removed his earphones and pocketed them, smiling as if someone had just made a dumb joke. "Are you Peter?"

Okay, not someone he recognizes but apparently recognizes him? He stops squinting and gives the man a confused look. It's not like Peter is one of the team leads so who would want to seek him out?

"Uh.. yeah? Why?"

Uta chuckled and shook his head a little bit.

"I had a conversation with Tony while he was in here, not long after having a conversation with Nita, while she was in here." He looked almost apologetic. "Tony said to bet that you would be next, if we were to start betting."

He looked back up to Peter. "It would be rude of me not to introduce myself, though. My name is Uta. I arrived on the last platform."

Peter's not exactly what anyone might call offended but he does roll his eyes at the comment and mutters something about this being like bitey goats all over again.

"O-oh. Yeah, nice to meet you." He offers a small smile, pushing his grumpiness to the side. "But for the record-this is the first time I've actually had to come here for-second time-I've have to come here for emergency care.... third time." He corrects himself, still mentally counting. "...Maybe four?" And of course if they'd had the medical car from day one well... the number would be more like eight or nine.

...Wait. Is he the reason the train gave them a medical car in the first place?

His expression remains pleasant, but the smile is more amused than polite as Peter counts how many times he'd been in the medbay. It seems that Tony really knew the pulse of the train.

"Sounds like you've had a string of bad luck, starting with being brought here. So what landed you in here? Hopefully not concussion via luggage." Nita's situation, while serious, had very much tickled him. While the appropriate response is it was funny in hindsight, it was also pretty funny at the time.

Peter just shakes his head a little because what an optimist this guy is. "No, not really since I got here-I'd say more like sixteen years ago." Starting with the day he was born-being a preemie and all. "I don't know who my ancestors pissed off but I really wish the wouldn't have."

He lets out a small sigh and shrugs because while he's highly, highly alarmed about the fact his powers are offline at the moment, he doesn't really want to show it. "Asthma attack. That's what I get for hanging around the dressing car while Ms Custer's smoking in the luggage car."

Uta gave an almost laughing exhale at the mention that his ancestors pissed someone off and he responded lightly. "Perhaps we should find someone to try to remove a curse from you."

His smile and joking faded when Peter mentioned the smoking being the cause of his issue. He grew quite serious and there was an edge to him that didn't exist before. "Someone caused this? We are all supposed to work together, are we not?"

Coming over to Peter's side, Ichigo smiled as warmly as he could manage. He'd found a stethoscope in the supplies provided by the train, and had it around his next. "How are you feeling, Mr. Parker? Sounds like that shot did you some good."

He just grimaces at the word 'shot' because while it did do him a world of good he still was no fan of the procedure itself.

"Um, yeah. I guess. I can breathe again, so that's uh you know, that's always nice."

"Do you feel strong enough to sit up? I want to listen to your lungs and make sure the medication worked as effectively as hoped." Taking the stethoscope off from around his neck, Ichigo put it on and had the flat end ready to listen to Peter's lungs.

"Yeah, yeah." Peter nods quickly and sits up a little faster than he maybe should have. "Whoa. But yeah, but after that, am I free to go? Because I don't really wanna spend the night in a hospital well-sorta hospital."

After taking a long moment to listen to Peter's lungs, Ichigo made a thoughtful noise. "Well, your lungs sound pretty good. When was the last time you ate? And how have you been sleeping?" Just because one problem was on the mend didn't preclude the existence of other issues.

Peter does his best to ignore how uncomfortable the cold the stethoscope is but he does grit his teeth, lips thinning into a line as he tries to focus on something else not how much he really hates hospitals or being hospitalized.

"Earlier today at Breakfast with Mr Stark and uh, you know-about as well as normal-which I have pretty chronic insomnia so not awesome but enough, I think."

"Yeah, insomnia is a bitch. Have you ever been on medication for it? Can you take medication for it? I haven't read a lot on your file, but I get the impression you're more than just a regular ol' human. How quickly do you metabolize medications, in your experience?" Pulling up a stool, Ichigo sat in front of Peter and looked at him curiously.

"Uh.. it really depends on the medication. But usually within minutes so not really, no." He admits with a small shrug. He's pretty resigned to his sleeping problems and if one more person suggests therapy he'll probably-well he doesn't really know-but he'll do something!

Nodding at that, Ichigo hummed softly as he thought about it. "I haven't really looked around the kitchen for anything herbal, or the greenhouse car. Do you have any allergies to plants? Because a nice soothing tea might help you more than modern medicine. Chamomile and lavender are a good combination for sleep, I can ask Wen-Sensei to see if she has any herbal solutions for you. Is that something you would be willing to try?"

Peter shakes his head quickly. "Uh, no. I have a terrible allergy to Lavender-and rosemary and ginger. Basically if it can poison a spider I can't have it."

"I see. I think chamomile and Valerian root would be safe for you, then. You may also want to talk to Glorfindel-san and see what he has in the greenhouse. Otherwise, have you tried meditation?" While it helped him out sometimes, Ichigo knew it wasn't always easy for everyone to do.

Peter tries to fight a yawn and just shrugs. Sure, he's heard of meditation but the idea of emptying his mind sounds beyond impossible. He's way too anxious for that nonsense.

"Luke used to sometimes use the Force on me to help calm my mind enough so I could sleep but that's the closest I've come to meditation. Otherwise no, that also doesn't really work for me. I'll try the tea though. What's the worst that could happen?"

Ichigo's back went ramrod straight at that. He did not approve of mental fuckery of any kind. "Who did what to you? Did you consent to that?"

Peter leans back at the out burst, suddenly very stiff. The whole reason Luke helped him with the force is at the forefront of his mind and it doesn't occur to him that he means the Force in this case.

"Wh-what? Who said anyone did anything to me? I'm fine!" Sorta. All the Childhood Trauma notwithstanding.

"You just told me that someone used some kind of force on your mind. Did you consent knowingly to that or did they manipulate you?" It was taking a lot more focus than Ichigo wanted to admit to keep calm, but he didn't want to scare his patient. Even with the mind manipulation he'd gone through thanks to Tsukishima.

"Oh." Peter says as realization dawns. "You meant Luke-uh yeah-of course he asked first-he wanted to help." So really, there was nothing to worry about and no reason to wonder why he'd agree to that.

"uh.. anyways, you didn't answer, can I go after this? Since my asthma's back under control?"

Hearing that it was consensual made Ichigo relax a great deal. "Ah, good. If someone is trying to mess with your head without your consent, that is something I am highly invested in putting a stop to. As for leaving, go get yourself a glass of warm milk with honey from the kitchen find somewhere quiet where you won't be disturbed, and take a goddamn nap. Your eye bags are turning into luggage." He smiled warmly, showing that while he meant what he said, he was also teasing a little. "If it was possible, I'd say go use one of the empty cabins in sleeper seven, but they're locked."

Since the mission had ended, Kitty had spent a lot of time keeping to herself and resting. She'd definitely needed a recharge, both mentally and physically, and had missed a few things happening on the train since they'd gotten back.

Once she'd heard that Peter was in the medical carriage, though, she hurried over in worry, looking around until she spotted him in one of the cots.

"Peter?"

Normally, Peter would be happy to see any of his friends while in the 'hospital' -if it could be called that- but when he'd almost died because of a stupid asthma attack? Yeah, that's a little embarrassing. Although, it wasn't like he knew that would happen and he really was pretty sure that problem had been solved as long as he stayed away from Lavender.

"Oh, uh-Hey Kitty. What's up?" You know, besides him being in the medic bay.

Well, he didn't seem too bad off, at least from what she could immediately tell. She actually hadn't seen him since he went to help Red team, so she when she heard he was in the medical carriage she'd been scared he'd gotten injured somehow.

Still, as she made her way to his cot, her expression still held concern. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Peter just offers a shrug because no, not really but he doesn't really want to admit that just yet. He's probably over reacting. Sorta. Almost suffocating for the first time in years like that was pretty rough.

"Just uh... apparently my asthma's back. Who knew?" Of course he's got to down play everything still, he's not even sure why he's doing it. "But they have a rescue inhaler here and apparently magnesium so, I'm okay."

"Wait, what?" She remembered he had mentioned that he had healing powers, but she didn't realize that it applied to conditions like asthma. "But how? If it came back..."

Peter shrugs, trying to seem a lot less freaked out than he actually is about the whole thing. It might work out on account of he worried about everything and there was no way to really tell what he was worried about now.

"Y-yeah-I mean uh-well you're enhanced too, right? So, do you also have to eat an insane amount of food to keep your metabolism up? I did not take great care of myself last week at all-I mean I got lost for more than a half day and didn't eat anything then and also the rations back when I was on the purple team weren't great and uh I tend to get like three hours of sleep at night. So uh.. long story short my powers aren't really working like they should be. But I'm sure if I just take a few days to rest I'll be fine."

Edited 2020-08-02 02:10 (UTC)

She nods a little as she listens. In all honesty, she didn't need to eat as much with her powers, but she knows that's why Kurt back home ate as much as he did. So she understands what he means. But hearing him explain only makes her even more worried.

"Oh gosh, Peter," she says, unsure of what else to say. She places a hand on his arm, as if needing the reassurance that he's there. "So it's like your powers are...what? Temporarily disabled or something?"

Peter feels a small rush when she touches his arm and swallows and looks away.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. I hope it temporary because I kinda need my glasses and that's not... ideal."

She bites her bottom lip, unable to stop from worrying. "Well...do you need anything right now? Something to eat maybe?"

She can't do much about him needing glasses, but if getting his strength up could help maybe get his powers back, then the least she could do was grab some food from the kitchen for him.

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ooph sorrry i thought i had responded to this and was waiting

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