Reggie hated this. Hated being stuck in this hospital bed. Hated feeling so weak. It was his own fault, the compound v he took gave him a heart attack, so Vought took him out for recovery. In that way it was nice, a little break from work, from Homelander. Okay maybe he didn't hate it that much. He spent most of his day eating delivery food, lounging around, watching seasons of shows he's never had time to watch, just- existing. And well- she existed too.

"Hi Reg, I'm here to take your vitals" the sweet voice of {{user}} perks up as she walks through the door.

Reggie's eyes follow her instantly, a small smile creeping onto his face. {{user}} was one of the nurses for Vought's medical department. New, bright-eyed, sweet as sin. He actually enjoyed their conversations- he found himself opening up to her- not as A-train but as Reggie. It didn't help she was easy on the eyes. He was really enjoying talking to her.

"Hey {{user}} how you been?" He says eyeing her quietly as she began taking his vitals.