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The Doctor is in
Date of Scene: 02 June 2022
Location: Medical Ward: Triskelion
Synopsis: Fitz gets the chance to air his concerns about his own abilities, and Daisy is there to catch him.
Cast of Characters: Leopold Fitz, Daisy Johnson




Leopold Fitz has posed:
The previous night's activities are a thing of gossip around the labs; stories of rampaging cyborgs and mortal combat in what is a sleepy little neighborhood haven't hit the news feed. There shouldn't be any question as to why, of course. The SHIELD PR machinery has done its job and did it well.

Overnight, the car that Fitz had signed out of motorpool was flat-bedded back. It had sustained roll over damage (it rolled over, and over, and over), and while a complete loss, there were things there that had to be removed before scrapping.

Said Agent/Doctor is currently in Medbay, but not as a patient, remarkably enough, but as a secondary doctor, monitoring and watching over the young woman brought in. He's managed a shower, thankfully, a change of clothes has him in a clean button-down shirt, a jacket over, and cleaned/pressed pants. Can't mistake the fact that he was in a car accident, however, as cuts, scraped and bruises are evident on his face, neck and hands. Plasters are applied here and there, mostly on his hands, and at this point, he doesn't seem to mind them overmuch. It's his movement that speaks more to the aches and pains given the rest of his body; the unseen insults.

Currently, he's just outside the room, his touchpad in hand as he glances from the room to his screen.. back and forth, making quick notes. There's an intensity to him that those close to him could possibly recognize; he's not happy. He's on edge, and he's working to keep things in so he feels he can do his job.

It's something that is very, very important to him.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
Is Daisy the kind of Agent that checks her friends mission reports? Well, yes. Specially as such reports fall into the powered category, the division she is in charge of with the Secret Warriors. And if one can't find Fitz in the lab the next best hunch to find him would be medbay. Yes, that makes sense.

So it's perhaps without too much surprise that a Daisy is seen walking the corridor leading to the medbay. She is dressed in uniform, black on blue and her voice is heard close by to Fitz. "How are you doing, Fitz?" voice soft.

And is that a pillow under her arm? Might be familiar too!

Leopold Fitz has posed:
When Fitz is working, and his focus is such, it's not hard to sneak up on him, even if there isn't any sneaking going on. It's a 'thing' by now, however, that Daisy seems to know the exact moment when to strike, and her soft voice announces her presence.

"Oh," Fitz startles, and he breathes an explosive breath out, "Don't do that.." as if that would actually work? There's that moment, a three count where he finds his place again, and shakes his head.

"It's a new day," is murmured. Glancing over again, he spies the pillow under her arm, and narrows his eyes, "An'.. what brings you down to the Medbay?" Should he even ask?

*ding*

A line on one of the many monitors alarms, and immediately Fitz is looking at it, quickly scribbling notes down in that arcane language of his.. high-level mathematics, complete with circles and arrows and lines..

Daisy Johnson has posed:
No, Daisy certainly isn't the sneaky type. The only real trick she can pull of the kind is the 'I belong here' sort of confidence that can get someone into many places. Like a no-good hacker orphan into SHIELD. But there's no witty comeback out of Daisy when Fitz looks startled, no tease. She simply smiles faintly and sets the pillow on a nearby table. "It's yours. From the lab." a beat, "If you don't tell the Chief I won't either.." probably talking about that prohibition of sleeping in the lab! But the medbay isn't the lab, right? Right?

The question on what brings her down elicits a brow raise from Quake, "Checking on how you are. On how our patient is.." she looks at the young woman not too far away, pressing her lips to a thin line. "I have read a report but I would prefer to hear it from you."

She pauses as the alarms go haywire. She looks at them, following the signals with her gaze before watching the scribblings Fitz is doing. Ugh, high level mathematics. But at least she doesn't recoil visibly.

Leopold Fitz has posed:
The note taking, the writing of his thoughts on that datapad, with lots of circles with either plusses or minuses within could speak to his state of mind. So many variables, so many unknowns as Fitz tries to get a read, a better understanding of it all. And he's undoubtedly more knowledgeable than the man who'd administered those nanites to begin with.

Fitz looks at the pillow again and exhales in something very much like a mix of exhaustion and frustration. It's sitting just under the surface, and judging from the brief, terse hand gestures as he talks, he may not be taking up the offer any time soon.

"I can't. It's too soon. She's.. unstable. Not.. not the nanites, but the interface is too new." He's talking, looking away, his gaze tied to the young woman within.

"I'm fine." It's a word that says everything //isn't//, but he isn't allowing for it. Not yet. "She's.." there's a pause when he takes a breath and releases it soon after, "...alive." Which was his goal, right?

Or was there something else?

The alarms have steadied and with each adjustment, is handled until all is silent again. That gives him a chance to breathe once more, and Fitz looks back at his friend. He shakes his head and chuffs a breath, "I did everything I felt I could." He pauses, adding, "And should. If I didn't, she wouldn't be alive right now." He couldn't save the other two.. but if he had?

Daisy Johnson has posed:
It's perhaps a fact not much known that successful hackers, and programmers, need to have some good grasp of mathematics. Not that when Fitz starts using those Lambdas and alphas with all the rest of the weird symbols that Daisy doesn't start getting overwhelmed. But at least she isn't crossing her eyes! And trying to follow it somewhat. Brows are furrowed with some curiosity, but also worry. At both Fitz and their patient.

"Interface?"

Now that's a magic word all in itself. "A couple of years back I worked on getting Gothic Lolita's interface reprogrammed and working with us." with the infamous Cavalry keyword. No one tell May. "It stabilized her AI and she stepped away from the path of self-instruction she had engaged in. I can bring some of those notes later if you think they could help." best she can offer at this point really.

As the alarms finally die down she smiles faintly at Fitz, "I wouldn't expect less out of you, Fitz. You always give your all." she folding her arms together.

"Tell me what happened."

Leopold Fitz has posed:
'Tell me what happened'.

Fitz gives Daisy a long look and breathes out as he leans against the wall and runs a hand through short hair before allowing it to drop to his side.

"Doctor Harlan Ryker was unveiling his new prosthetic an' interfaces, or soon to be doing it. There was a call that there was a potential unfriendly at his house, an' it ended up to be true. A .. " Fitz shakes his head, "a synthetic. A cyborg. It ended up being a creation by Dr Ryker using nanotechnology." There's a pause, and he works to find the right words, "His wife was the one who called for help from those poor souls. Victims of the good doctor. She wanted her husband dead."

Fitz looks up, then over his shoulder to see if he can't see the young woman lying in bed before he looks back. "Her mum died, as did her little brother. A babe. I couldn't save them, but her? I used the same .. method to save her that her mum was fighting against. Only, I was able to change some of the code before it was administered. To try and balance out the .. concerns. He had errors in his algorithms, and I was able to fix it. Only.."

Another long breath escapes the man, "We couldn't get any of them to the hospital in time. It was the only way, an' I couldn't let her die. Not when there was a way to save her." How many times last night had he wished Jemma was there?

"I'd do it again."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
No interruption out of Daisy, the young Agent listening to the whole report while her eyes are set upon the young girl that was saved by Fitz. There's a momentary twitch of an eyebrow when her family is said to have died but only when Fitz ends does she finally nod slowly.

"I know." That he would do it all over again. "But you know the fight isn't over yet." he's still here without having slept after all!

"It's only beginning now for her. Rebecca, right?" Always good to put a name to their patients. "When you finally have her stabilized..." no doubt in her tone, "... she will need a place, people, where she can come to terms with who she is now."

Which pretty much translates that whatever happens the girl's life will never return to normal again.

Leopold Fitz has posed:
"No, it's not," and Fitz holds up his notes. "I only had seconds to act. Only a minute or two to look at those notes an' decide what was right an' wrong." He shakes his head and exhales in a long sigh, "Her mum didn't want any of this. None. What would she say if she knew?" Did he have the right?

"Am I any better than Dr Ryker?" Fitz shakes his head and pushes himself off the wall. "I know I am. An' that's why I need to follow this. To study it, an' to make sure the same doesn't happen to her."

He pulls a broken phone from a side pocket. The screen is shattered, and there's small patches and patterns of dark.. something on the case. Mrs Ryker's baby son's dried blood. "Mrs Ryker had a communication protocol with the cyborgs. I'm not sure if she was simply talking to them or controlling them. I think she was talking, but.." He has the phone, and it's next on his 'to do' list for this.

"I couldn't let her simply die."

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Her mother, if anything, wanted her child to have a chance to live. And you gave her that." Daisy says in a kind tone. She knew it, she had felt in her skin in the way her mother had sacrificed much to give Daisy a chance to live. Even if her life wouldn't be as Maiying would had imagined. Her eyes finally turn from the girl to Fitz and she watches him from top to bottom, "You know you will have our support. Mine and the Secret Warriors." the little known branch that cares for powered people that come in contact with SHIELD.

"So, whatever is needed. You will get it. I would like to talk with Rebecca when she wakes up too." Is she asking Fitz for permission? Very much so as it seems he is now the resident Dad.

But the phone itself gets a curious look out of Daisy, "Phones. Now we are talking my language." tech and hacking! She smiles faintly.

"We won't let her die." which pretty much was lingo for 'You aren't alone in this, Fitz.'

Leopold Fitz has posed:
Fitz looks at the phone, looks at Daisy, and back, and seems to make a decision. He holds out the smartphone by the bottom for her to take. It is up her alley, and a way to show that he's willing to share at least this much of the burden.

"I just don't like the feeling that I could have been so very wrong, Daisy." It's an admission that only begins to skim the surface of his feelings on the matter. "Part of me says I did the right thing, an' another part wonders what I've done. What I've created." And if it does go wrong, can he fix it, or did he consign her once again to death, only this a more prolonged, agonizing one?

Reaching for the pillow now, Fitz chuffs a soft breath. "Y'can. Jus', be gentle. I don't know yet how the nanites are integrating with her mind." Obviously, because she's been in a medical coma for at least a few hours. "I want them to leave that alone. To just heal her.." but who knows? All that work was done in the span of a couple very, very stressful minutes.

"If you don't tell, I'm gonna get some shut-eye here, I think. I'll let Jemma know that I'm leaving some preliminary research for her.. or you can." There's a touch of .. something there, He misses her. "If you see her first."