love invents us.

So… David should have expected Lay’s system to finally crash with what he’s experienced today but he still squints… it’s not judgment (but it totally is, buck up, soldier – this is just another day at the office for David.) He doesn’t need every single medical personnel on him so they go to Lay, scooping up his unconscious body and rests it on the examination table next to David’s. “He might be dehydrated? Maybe low blood sugar?” They can’t examine him until he comes to so all everyone can do is speculate.

His wound patched up he gets up and looks at a sleeping Lay. Pushing his hair from his forehead he sighs and shakes his head once. “Let me know when he wakes up.” He requests before making his way out of the room. New shirt on and wound stabilized and covered he makes his way back to OZ, he can communicate better now with the haze of anger out of his eyes.

“Tell it to me again, O.”

He isn’t going to go an apologize to his ‘boss’ he still isn’t too happy with him, discord sucks in the workplace but you can’t like everyone you work it – that’s why it’s called work. But hearing what OZ had to say a second time he’s even more committed to finding the rat who fucked up his op. Groaning he presses the bottom of his palms into his eyes. He doesn’t get tired in that sense but when you use a lot of adrenaline, it messes with the levels in his body, serum works best with optimal levels of everything so when he’s lacking, it’s like he needs to be recharged and normal people recharge with sleep – David can’t remember the last time he had a full night of sleep.

He didn’t get the intel he was supposed to retrieve and there is a whole team cleaning up his mess from today so he doesn’t have much to do until OZ gives him more information, a starting point. So he takes a chair and drags it next to the examination table and sits. Pulling out his phone he begins to scroll aimlessly. Lay will need a familiar face when he wakes up or he’ll panic more. So David will just wait.