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[Audio -- Open]

[The comm clicks onto audio and there's a moment of silence before a familiar voice -- albeit more tired than usual -- makes an announcement that it's clear he'd rather not be making. Because he'd rather not be making it.]

Dean's in a coma.

[He pauses, rubs a hand over his eyes tiredly as he looks down at his inmate, unconscious in bed and purses his lips.]

I'll let everyone know when he's awake again unless he does it first.

[He shuts the comm back off and sinks into a chair beside Dean's bed, closing his eyes.]

[Spam -- Open]

[He's exhausted. His body aches. He wants to crawl into bed and sleep for the next week. He won't, of course, because he has things to do. People to check on. But he's in dire need of his Adderall because he's been without it for a month. On the list of things that he'd needed, that they'd all needed on the other barge, Adderall hadn't even made the list. His mind is racing with thoughts and he can't seem to be able to focus on any one thought for another.

He's back on the regular barge, and he needs to find Scott and make sure he's okay. He needs to find Lydia and make sure she's been okay. Allison, Kira, Isaac, Erica, Needy, Bucky, Steve. Hell, even Jackson. He needs to check on all of them and see for himself they're all right. Rest isn't going to happen until he's made the rounds.

But medication first. He makes his way down the steps toward the seventh floor and his room. He can be encountered in any of the stairwells, or the seventh floor corridor.]

[Spam -- Closed to Lydia]

[He slips his key into the door and unlocks it, pushes it open even as he rubs the back of his neck. He freezes instantly, gaze locking on Lydia's form as she sits on the edge of his bed. He lets out a shaky breath and closes the door behind him, letting his hands drop to his sides.]

Hi.

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[Yeah, Steve can't blame you for being tired. As bad as things were over here, he's got this idea that it must have been ten times worse - or more - over there. So he definitely looks pleased to see Stiles - and to see Stiles smile.]

Good - because if you hadn't, I'm sure someone would be hunting you down right about now. Maybe literally.

Good - I'm good. [Tired, yeah, but who isn't? He'll be fine, now that everything's back the way it should be.] And he's good - I ran into him right after things, uh, realigned. [Or whatever they did.] Getting him to get some rest is another story, though.

[But what can you do? He gives Stiles a look that says as much.] I'd ask how things were over there, but... probably not so great.

[It definitely isn't an experience he's hoping to repeat. Ever.]

Yeah. Yeah, probably so.

[And he has a feeling everyone's tired, because everyone's been dealing with a lot of stuff they're not used to dealing with, regardless of which barge they've been on. He relaxes at the knowledge that Steve and Bucky are both okay, though. That's most of the people he cares about that have now been accounted for.]

No, it...wasn't a good time. For anyone from here. [He shrugs and looks away, the image of Scott's tear-stained face immediately flashing through his mind.]

[Steve is hoping the same. For everyone's sakes.]

You've got a good group of friends. [You all look out for each other. That's a good thing - a really good thing, even if it does mean you have to 'answer' to them every time everything goes to hell in a handbasket.

But you're not wrong - both Barges had a tough time of things, and it's going to take some time for everyone to work through it. Steve knows he's probably not going to feel really right for a while, yet.

And there are still people missing that he wishes he knew more about.]

No. And it wasn't a really great time over here, either. [And it's clearly not something Stiles wants to talk about. So.] Anything you do need, in the meantime? I can keep an eye on Dean, if you need some rest. [Because you look like you could use some rest.] I'd probably even make a decent sandwich delivery boy. [If you're hungry.]

Yeah. I really do. [And that group has expanded a lot in the last few months. He has more friends now than he's ever had and he kinda likes it.]

Yeah I...didn't figure it probably was with a few of the people from the other barge who were stuck here with you. [Like his other self. Scott's other self. He wants to ask what they did, what damage they caused, but he doesn't. He feels bad that he doesn't have the guts to ask. But right now, just for a day or two, he wants to not think about how screwed up all the other hims apparently are.]

Ah, I think...yeah. I might take you up on that. Uh, the keeping an eye on Dean thing I mean. If you've had some rest yourself. I"m okay for now.

[Steve's of the opinion that being on the Barge is almost as good for the wardens as for the inmates. It's a little like being in SHIELD, but it's also not - it's a small boat, and sure, there are people that don't get along, but there are people that do, and he's made friends in a place where he'd thought he was just going to work like he did back home. It's... really nice.

He shakes his head.] There were very few people who actually wanted to stay on the wrong ship. A couple, though. I wish we could have helped them. [And maybe that'll always sit wrong with him - the same way the other Barge just seemed to disappear and he doesn't know what happened to anyone there.]

Yeah - I'm good. I don't need a lot of rest. If you give me a call the next time you want to take a break, I promise I'll be there. [No matter what time it is. He smiles a little wryly.] Dean'd probably be happier to see your face than mine when he wakes up, but I think he can handle it, either way.

[He's not surprised to hear that there are people who wanted to stay on this Barge. He's not surprised that there are prisoners from this barge who wanted to stay on the other, either. It all sits wrong with Stiles, too, but he feels kind of helpless about all of it.]

All right. I'll definitely let you know. [And honestly there aren't many people Stiles would agree to let sit with Dean while he's in a coma. There are a lot of people whom he wouldn't want around Dean when he's disoriented if he'd happen to wake up. But he knows Steve can handle himself.]

[The other Jerry? Was a pretty good guy. But he's gone, and Steve sort of figures maybe the best chance they have of helping him, now, is to bring the Jerry they have around. Not that it's going to be easy.

He nods.] Okay. [A small, teasing smile.] You need to make sure you get some sleep, too. Or Scott - or Lydia - would probably make you get that sleep, and that'll just be embarrassing. Probably worse than when Bucky pulls out all the stops to get one over on me.

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