Valko had woken up reluctantly, groggy and still heavily doped up on pain meds. The mesh ceiling of the tiny medbay was a familiar sight, as was the dull detached feeling of pain suffusing his body- if not the almost drunk grogginess that made room shift in and out of focus and his limbs heavy and clumsy. Whoever had doped him up hadn't been shy about the morphine- Noah and Viva should know better than that, Valko's pain tolerance was remarkably high, and morphine wasn't cheap. The fact that he hadn't woken up to agony was more remarkable- but hey he was not going to fuss about their mistake, and so he was gonna enjoy his high for as long as it lasted.

At least that had been the plan his fuzzy brain had managed to come up with, until his stomach made its opinion known. He'd managed maybe twenty minutes of just relaxing back as best he could on the small medical cot (no small feat but greatly aided by the morphine) before the rumbling complaint finally managed to grab his attention. 
Looking about, Valko finally noticed that he was alone in the medbay- a small part of him wondered where the others were, but couldn't bring himself to be too worried. He was sure they were fine, he was fine. He felt great- like he'd been run over by a truck, but he was fiiiine. And hungry. Very hungry.

Gathering up the mental fortitude to make his heavy, lethargic limbs do what he wanted, Valko moved to sit up and winced as an echo of sharp pain twinged through his middle. Oh yeah, there was a reason he was in the med bay. He'd been shot- that bastard. Valko giggled to himself as the memory swam back to the forefront of his mind. It had been a good, dirty fight and he had clearly won, at least until the stooge had decided to bring guns into their fistfight. At least the bastard would never get a second chance, Valko had put him down like the dog he was and the thought put a smile on his face. 

Groaning as he rolled himself over the side and onto his feet, Valko staggered as his knees failed to support him and he leaned heavily on the cot he'd just vacated. It rolled a little under his weight and bumped into the mobile medical shelf, jostling its contents and causing a few things to go clattering to the floor. Val giggled some more as he tried to get his legs back under him. Morphine was notorious for giving him the giggles, and he was a very happy drunk.

And currently a very hungry drunk. Man he felt like he hadn't eaten in a week. Using the cot, he tried to wheel himself to the door, when a twinge on his arm stopped him. Was he on an iv? He was! Who the fuck did that? Picking the IVs off with exaggerated focus, he could only imagine the disaster that Noah or Viva would be with all these tubes and needles. Free of drip and tubing, Valko again tried his feet, and found himself to be a bit steadier this time around. Staggering drunkenly he bounced himself from wall to wall, making it to the doorframe and then inching himself across the lounge couch before reaching the insurmountable looking gap that was the hallway.

The ship was quiet, humming lowly in a way that meant they were grounded at the moment, so Valko didn't try to call for Viva to come from the cockpit and help drag his drunk ass into the kitchen. Manly pride kept him from doing the same for Noah, he was gonna do this himself thank you very much. Judging the gap best he could, Val pulled himself up and did his best to stride across right into the kitchen.... Annnnnd end up careening wildly into the wall, where he scrambled and slid his way around the door frame and to the other side. Nailed it. 

He'd made it to the kitchen, that was half the battle won. Now to get food, he eyed the cupboards as he slowly dragged himself into a convenient chair. Should be easy enough, especially now that he had a chair. Said chair was then scootched noisily across the floor and to the cupboards. Feeling like he was twelve again, sneaking in for a midnight snack while their folks were asleep, Valko giggled more as he used the chair as a prop to help him stand as he reached to pull out anything his hand landed on to be inspected with exacting scrutiny, his drug addled brain deliberating on what to feed his ravenous stomach.   

Soon nearly half the contents of the cupboards laid discarded on the counter, deemed inedible, and now he had his eyes set on reaching up to the top shelf for what he hoped were snacks- When his sister barged into the Kitchen waving her pistol and giving him the fright of his life. 

[I]"Freeze right there scumbag!"

Flinching back with a clatter as protein bricks and other non perishables clattered from their places, Valko lost his balance and fell back with a yelp onto the floor "Ow, Fuck! What the shit Viva?!"

"Val!" She cried back, immediately lowering the pistol and going to her knees by his side to help him up, "What the fuck are you doing in here?"

"I was hungry," He whined pathetically, and groaned as he put pressure on his bruised and wounded side.
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"No shit," Viva snarked back as she helped him sit up, "What are you doing out of the med bay? Wasn't Liore watching you?"

"Lore who? Who's Lore?" He blinked at Viva and then squinted at her, fighting a grin, "You finally get a boyfriend while i was out cold sleeping? Does pop's know?"
"What. Val," Viva deadpanned back, unamused with his playfulness, "Shut up."

[I]"What the fuck?" was all Noah could manage amidst the confusion. 
Noah glanced back at Loire. "Doc you'll need to review him right?" Loire nodded and Noah helped ease Valko back up to his feet.[/i]

"Don't look at me," Viva shot at Noah (and wow what the fuck was her problem?) as Val goggled over at their captain and the dark haired stranger, "I just got in and found him like this." 

[I]"C'mon champ, back to the med bay with the doctor, you're up earlier than expected." he said, casting his gaze to Viva who had a bloody nose and a sore looking eye.[/i] 

Lurching about on his feet drunkenly, Val passed a glance over at Noah with a grin that quickly faded as he returned his dazed gaze back on the doctor. It might have been an intimidating expression had he been in a more sober frame of mind, as it was Valko had a more confused expression than the one of intense scrutiny he usually would employ. He may or may not have looked slightly constipated, nearsighted, and like a stiff wind would blow him over.  

[i]"What the fuck happened out there Vee? Your nose is bleeding, get the doc to check you over once he's cleared Val. What's our status? What happened out there? What happened to you, are you okay?" he said.[/i]

Viva didn't get a chance to answer when Valko interrupted them, lunging out of their grasp clumsily to stand in front of Liore, weaving and not quite intentionally encroaching on the man's personal space. 

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked, looking the man up and down, "The fuck you doing on this ship? Are you the one fuckin' my sister?"

"Val!" Viva cried out mortified, before manhandling her brother out into the hall and towards the med bay, "That's the Loire the Doctor. I brought him here, and he's the one that saved your fool life so you better be damned grateful. And for the Love of- He's not my Boyfriend VAL!"

Valko allowed her rough handling, mostly because he was too busy cackling with laughter that left him weak and breathless. And only partly because of the pain and his wounds.

"For heaven's sake Doc," Viva called back to the doctor, "How much of those drugs did you give him?"