mistconduct | Issue #29

Issue #29

Sup, Barge assholes. I'm back.

It's been like a whole fucking year, so I'm not going to bore you with the immense amount of crap that went down in my world because oh, hey, come up to the infirmary and take a look. Everyone and their mom already has.

Speaking of moms, I have an issue of rebranding to announce. Red Mist is dead. Henceforce I am no longer Chris D'Amico, but wish instead to be addressed by my super name, The Motherfucker. It's going to be a while before I'm back in the costume but regardless of that, I want you all to call me The Motherfucker. It grows on you.

And speaking of that, informal poll time, fucking yes it's that time again!

On a scale of 1 to 5, Chris' new goatee is;
-Awesome.
-REALLY fucking awesome.
-Sculpted like Michaelangelo's David.
-Way better than Tony Stark's
-I haven't seen it; every time I turn to observe I'm blinded by the awesome.

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I can see the bandages, can you not smell--

--kid. If the doc doesn't do something real fast you ain't gonna keep your heartbeat, fuck your legs. There's necrotic tissue under there, and-

[He cups Chris's forehead with his palm, feeling for the temperature.]

Wait, what?

[Chris looks up at the hand as Riddick feels his head. His temperature is inching up, not yet at a dangerous peak but definitely warmer than he should be. The necrosis is in its earliest stage, and likely would have been caught the next time the bandages needed to be changed]

Jesus, Riddick, can you relax? You're ridiculously paranoid. I'm in good hands.

I can smell your tissue rotting, so how about I don't calm down? I'm changing your bandages now.

What, are you a doctor now? They're gonna come by in an hour, can't it wait?

Chris. Some of your tissue is rotting while it's attached to you. If it keeps rotting, it'll poison your bloodstream and gangrene's gonna start setting in.

Do you want me to wait an hour?

...I...

Fuck. Fuck, just. Do it already.

[The slightest look of panic crosses Chris' expression; he was not prepared for this kind of news, feeling that the worst of it was over]

[Riddick grabs himself some gloves and does, grimly-- he's got enough field medical experience not to make anything worse, at least. He's as careful as he can be about the discomfort, but his lips thin out in worry when he can reveal the swollen, hot sections, and track down where the necrosis has started.].

[The places where the legs were sewn on are predictably gruesome, the stitching keeping the flesh in place, dried blood caked over in places and green-blue bruising lining his thighs.

More worrisome, however, are the spots lower down where the skin's gone brown and black and flaking off to reveal newer wounds coming to fruition. The veins are standing out bright blue and red, alarming colors against pale white skin. It's very early in the process, but that sure is the beginning of gangrene and blood poisoning.

Chris can't look for long, looking sick to his stomach. He's been numbed from the waist down for days, and it's horrifying to see this attached to him. He makes a choked noise in the back of his throat]

Oh, fuck...

Sssh. Don't look at it. Ima wrap it back up and get a message to the doc.

[He does both of those things, leaving the fresh bandages loose for easier access.

And then he scoots a chair up close to the head of the bed and grips Chris's shoulder.]

He's gonna get the infection taken care of. He might be able to save one of'm. But you're gonna survive, no matter. A'ight?

[His voice cracks in sudden panic]

Save one of them? They're already reattached! Jesus, Riddick, what the fuck.

...Chris...

[His first, not useful response is 'don't get too attached' which is a level of nasty humor Chris isn't in a good place for.]

There's some extensive damage.

[All the previous good spirit and reunion seems to have been sucked out of him. Chris sits prone on the bed, looking pale and helpless and terrified, hunched over his own half-rotting body]

No. No, come on, it's being fixed. No shit there's extensive damage, it's healing. God, just let it heal.

I'm not a doctor. I don't know for sure. Maybe there's a chance.

[Riddick's always been a better liar.]

[God damn it, don't cry. Don't freak out.

Shakily lying back down on his bed, Chris slams his fist down on the mattress, his teeth clenching]

Can't they just fucking kill me now? Maybe then I'll come back with fucking working legs.

I don't think it would help, or I'd do you.

Can we talk about the name? I got real doubts about the name.

Stop it about the fucking name. I don't want to hear it. It's the only good thing that came out of a fucking year of hell and I'm keeping it and-and, all of you, this fucking Barge, my family can g-go to..

[He can't finish, the terror of losing his mobility now a real, terrifying possibility. Chris' voice chokes up and a few tears escape him as he glares hard at the ceiling, struggling to will himself not to continue like this]

[So much for distraction. Riddick feels so raw, being jammed back into the middle of all this family drama after five isolated years.]

Come on, I'm right here. Tell me where I can go.

[He looms closer, protective as if he can scare off infection, rubbing Chris' shoulders.]

[Too quickly, Chris grabs Riddick in a tight hug, burying his head against the man's arm with his fingers digging in angrily]

It's not fair. I made it back here in time, it shouldn't be like this.

I know. It shouldn't be like this. It shouldn't.

[He wraps a big arm around him, holding him, hunched over him and so furious that this is happening to his poor dumb baby badass. He's a universe away so he just has to sit on the impulse to go murder the shit out of everyone who did this to Chris.]

It's bullshit.

[Giving a grim nod, Chris sits in Riddick's arm, hugging tight to him and gleaming every bit of comfort he can from him]

It is. It's such fucking bullshit, I can't...fucking take it.

...you sorry you came back yet?

I'm sorry I left. I shoulda been here when you got back.

Megamind got me here, faster than anybody could.

I just.

Fuck. Fuck, they're...really going to take them? Both of them? God damn it, Riddick, they were healing..!

Sepsis is a shitty way to die, Chris. There's gonna be options.

Can't they reverse it? Just fucking dope me up and drain it out? Something?

...if it's to the point they can 'drain' infected tissue it is way, way too late.

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