Beck stood in the Medical Bay, looking at Tori's chamber. He felt bad. He got out of the battle with a just a headache, but the poor girl got herself nailed by a car to save one of the villains from that reckless idiot. He felt like he could have done something, if he hadn't been busy with Girder at the time, and felt even worse for not having noticed immediately when it happened. There was nothing to do at this point, other than wait. He didn't know her particularly well, but she was his teammate, which meant at least something. Maybe he'd get her flowers or something when she was in a little better shape. Oh well. Meanwhile, his own throbbing headache wasn't getting better. He'd have to take something and lie down for a bit.
Tossing his mask onto his bed, he sat down on the edge next to it, taking a minute to run his hands down his face to just breathe. He sat there for a few moments like that, just listening to the quiet of his room. He took his hands off his eyes, and stood up. Mistake. The room spun around him, and he fell back onto his bed. That wasn't good. He laid there on his back, trying to think back to the fight. Much of it was a blur, but he remembered getting knocked out briefly by Girder when he smashed their foreheads together. Shit. Shit! He stood back up slowly, and made his way back to the Medical Bay, hoping all the while that it wasn't what he thought it was.
It was. A goddamned concussion. And a bad one, at that. Apparently it wouldn't cause him any permanent damage, but there wasn't anything they could do about it. Which meant he was about to have quite a lot of free time on his hands... One of the attendants would notify the right teammates. Right now, he just wanted to lie down again. He sighed as he started the walk back to his room.
