3656/More Visiting Hours

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More Visiting Hours
Date of Scene: 02 October 2020
Location: Van Dyne Hospital Suite
Synopsis: (Backscene) Hank Pym visits his daughter in the hospital. Life and taking care of oneself are discussed. A sandwich is eaten.
Cast of Characters: Nadia Pym-van Dyne, Hank Pym




Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia has been sleeping a lot today, or at least that's what the doctors and nurses thought and told Janet. They all decided it was best to just let her sleep given the rough time she has had lately.

In truth for several hours she wasn't even here at all. Sleeping in the bed was a hyper-realistic holographic replacement, detailed enough that it even seemed to drool and mutter things in Russian while it slept. This allowed her go to and help pummel the heck out of the Titan's newest enemies that apparently had the audacity to attack the tower and work out some of the pent up feelings she has been dealing with since returning from the Red Room.

At this point though she has returned with none of the staff any the wiser. The few scratches she received hidden under the covers and rapidly disappearing thanks to her enhanced bio-chemistry. Now she sits in her head reading an advanced academic treatise on Wormhole Physics.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym sneers, to himself. Silently. "Visiting hours? I sneer at your miniscule grasp of time. Gotta be visiting hours somewhere. The nurse was Janet's nurse. She would not listen to any explanations. So Hank shrugged and walked away. "I will be back," he said as he exited.

Then he came back in a little while.

Actually he came back in a while, little.

His height fixed at 17 centimeters he slipped quietly and surely to the room his daughter was in.

He pushes the door open a crack and slips in then does an Ant-Man style hop onto the bed and pokes her foot, with a grin.

"Hey, you're awake! Good. I get hurt when I try to wake you. I'm sorry it took me so long to gdet here... stuff's been happening. How do you feel, sweetie?"

He keeps one eye on the connecting door.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
At the sound of her father's voice, Nadia sets down the obscure academic treatise she has been reading and looks around. She smiles down towards the end of the bed, "Hi, Dad."

There is a pause at the question of how she is doing, what under most circumstances would get a near immediate cheery response she actually needs to stop and think about. "Not great." She finally settles upon. "I get that I need to rest, but sitting still is really hard. My friends are still missing in that wormhole and the Titans Tower got attacked while I was gone. And Mom is dead." That seems to be the real kicker. Growing up in a swirl of lies some part of her seems to have held out hope that just maybe somehow Maria survived, hope which was recently brutally crushed.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym walks toward the head of the bed. This involves him scaling several sixteen year old ills and cliffs. When he gets close to her he opens a shoulder bag and produces a wrapped sandwich. he winces slightly as he wills it to grow, ten holds it out to her with both hands. "Your favorite... take a bite and let's see if I can give you a little comfort. Get it? Little?" She takes the sandwich and he goes to sit on her shoulder.

"Your friends are Titans. Have some faith in their abilities. More likely they'll get home on their own if you don't get that drive installed, right? They don't just cheat Death, they clean its bank account out. But over extending yourself and making errors. That could kill people. We don't want that. And, I'm here, I'll help you little girl." He hugs her by the neck ignoring how silly it sounds, calling his daughter little wen she's 9 times his size at the moment. But, size is relative and she makes him feel tall.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia accepts the grilled cheese sandwich and a bite from it definitely brings a smile to her face. "That is such a Dad joke." Someone apparently told her about Dad Jokes, she still seems amused by it though.

She listens to what Hank has to say about her friends but she doesn't seem terribly convinced, "They're Titans. I'm a Titan, too. I have a lot of faith in them, and they had faith in me and I still got in over my head with the Red Room. Their taking Janet was completely beyond my calculations and all of my plans suddenly went out the window." It was a hard lesson about the best laid plans and the importance of teamwork.

She turns her head looking pointedly at her father, "Should you even be up and about? I saw you collapse in Russia." There is very real concern there mixed with 'why are you walking around while I have to rest'.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym clould tell her he had a good run. It's all for her now. That'd be the truth. He pats her cheek and looks into her eyes. "This... I knew you needed me. I came. that trumps staying in bed. I didn't collapse. I just fell. I got a little dizzy from pushing my power after the Genoshan rescue. It's nothing. Now you baby, you spent ten days in Hell. You need to detox from all the drugs they stuck in your food and drink. I'll take some sick leave starting when you stay the Hell in bed and get rested. Okay?"

"Mom is dead, sweetheart. I rather she be gone than broken to their will. But... she isn't gone. I see her in you all the time. Her technology goes on and saves people and stops bad people. She will always be with us in spirit. We have each other and you're free now. She wanted this. we can let her rest... I'm no fucking good at this am I?" He rubs his temples.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia continues to eye Hank for a long moment, the logical parts of her brain perhaps sensing what a teenager might perceive as a double standard in his words. "So you're saying, if people need me I should go?" While few would describe her as wise, at times she can be pretty cunning.

She falls silent though when Hank finally addresses the topic of Maria Trovaya. "No, I think you're right. We should let her rest. I need to stop grasping at a past at a childhood that is never going to be a reality." After a world of lies, accepting any sort of reality is hard, especially one of harsh truths, but it's a start.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym stands up, pretty much in the crook of his daughter's arm. He's oblivious to how silly it looks and gives her his sternest gaze.

"They need you /functional/. they need your clarity of thought. You wouldn't want them to give them less than your best and... Nadia... we Pyms... you and I we have a way of snapping when we push ourselves too far. I'll continue with the prep work for your friends. I've seen some ftl drives. I want you to promise you'll follow doctor's orders... you're not Supergirl. Well... promise!!"

He gently grabs Nadia's face, locking eyes with the teen and says in a staged squeaky voice, "You better promise or I'll kick your behind. Really, I will." He nods several times then brushes some of her hair away. "Promise me. Please, Nadia. I may sound like a hypocrite but... I'm going to be very careful with my resizing. Let Heather or America do the heavy lifting. I already wrecked myself pushing too hard. I don't want that to happen to you... you're already a better hero than I ever was. Give me two days? Trust me that long?"

Hank rarely asks nicely, let alone practically begs. Then again, he's rarely been trusted lately.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia makes a face as she listens to Hank tell her very similar things to what the doctors and Janet have already told her, complete with threats of being enrolled in a public science high school till she's eighteen if she doesn't comply. It doesn't make it any easier for her being torn between knowing she should recuperate and wanting desperately to help her friends.

The empty sandwich plate is set aside as she watches her father for a few seconds that seem to stretch into eternity before she finally, "Okay, I'll rest for two more days." That's not too long, she can at least commit to that much.

"Dad? Thanks for coming." She smiles at Hank and then pulls the blanket over her shoulder to try and get some sleep.