It had been about an hour since the incident. He knew Carolina would be with York and figured the medical staff needed time to work on him so he had decided to clean himself up. North brushed his hand over his head to remove the excess water from his hair. He turned the knob to the right (off), wrapped a towel around his waist, and exited the shower.
The tall, brute of a man tip-toed quickly to his pile of clean clothes, and dressed socks first. He'd been on the MoI for a while now but he was still not used to the cold metal floor. It was almost embarrassing except that the rest of the team did it too. Highly trained agents that were wusses when it came to frigid floors.
Once he had pulled on his sweatpants and a dark purple tee, he headed towards the med bay. The halls were quiet as he walked, for which he was grateful for. The stark metal halls echoed every little sound. During the day when the ship was bustling with activity, it was incredibly noisy. He was still agitated from the match and the quiet hum of the ship calmed him.
North turned the corner and entered the infirmary. He watched as a medic finished talking with Carolina and leaf to attend other patients deeper into the facility. Carolina sat beside York's cot, her back to North. She was still in her bulky armor, her helmet haphazardly lay by her feet. North politely cleared his throat before walking over to the redhead. She nodded in acknowledgement and returned her gaze to York. North frowned as he examined his injured friend. Half his face was covered in clean, white gauze. It was impossible to tell how extensive the damage was just looking at him.
"How bad is it?" He asked tentatively.
Carolina released a small sigh, keeping her eyes on York's face. "His eye seemed to have taken the brunt of the impact. They think he's lost all vision in it. Maybe one day he'll regain some of it back but.." she trailed off, seemingly not convinced.
"Well he's a quick healer. He'll be up and at'em in no time." North responded.
Carolina smiled, though it looked more like a grimace. "It's sad we know that's true."
After a moment of silence, North spoke up, "You want me to watch him the rest of the night? So you can get some food? Or take off the armor?"
Carolina contemplated it for a second but ultimately shook her head. "I'll be fine, North. Thanks."
He shrugged, "If you're sure..." he trailed off.
"I am." She replied shooting him a reassuring look before turning back to the unconscious brunette on the bed.
North placed a hand on her shoulder in an effort to comfort her, though it didn't seem to register. He slowly backed away from his friends and exited into the silent halls, already planning to return with food and clean clothes for Carolina to change into. The armor was comfortable enough, but not for an all-night affair.
She was tough, Carolina. As the leader, she was usually the one watching out for her teammates. Since York wasn't able to comfort her, North would. Or at least he would try to. She put up a rigid front to make herself seem invincible, but despite the enhancements they were all just human.
Before returning, though, he needed food. He was famished after missing dinner to talk to Wash and then to watch the match. As he neared the mess hall doors, North glanced down at his watch. It was late. Most, if not everyone except Carolina and him were asleep, resting up for another rigorous day of training. Spending most of one's day running intense physical and mental drills was draining, so the halls were usually empty at night.
The twin sighed and reached to open the door but it opened on its own. He halted just prior to the threshold. No, not on its own. In front of him stood a woman. She had bronzy blond hair loosely tied up and she was dressed in all black with a small, white Project Freelancer emblem on the chest of her shirt. He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to place her face with a name. She stared unwaveringly back at him, her face even, void of emotion. They stood there facing each other quietly. After a few moments longer, she quirked an eyebrow at him, as if asking are we gonna do this all night? North raised an eyebrow in response causing her to look mildly irritated.
Another moment passed. North was about to ask who she was. This area was meant for the agents of the Project, not ship personnel and since he knew all the agents...
Before he could finish his thought, her expression changed-though since she wasn't highly emotive it took a good eye to see it.
"How's Agent York?" she asked hesitantly.
The question surprised North, but then again the news of the match most likely spread quickly through the ship. "Permanent damage to one eye, but fine otherwise." She gave a single nod in response. "You a friend of his?" North ventured, trying to suss out the mystery woman in front of him.
She smirked humorously, "I'm the one who shot him repeatedly with lockdown paint. Let's leave it at that."