10062/Protect Xavier's: Aftermath

Protect Xavier's: Aftermath
Date of Scene:	16 November 2019
Location:	Wellness Office - Xavier's School
Synopsis:	Shannon brings Bean in to the Wellness Office; she heals Bean, Triage heals her, and the season's molting is over. Flight and flesh are restored!
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Samuel Morgan, Triage
Tinyplot:	Protect Xavier's

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Nightingale has posed:
     It had been an utterly chaotic state of affairs outside. But, at least now, the school was protected by the spell woven by Doctor Strange and Wanda Maximoff. Mercifully, there had been few injuries, with Bean's being the worst of it. As Shannon heads on inside with Bean, it looks as if she has been soaked to the skin, with her hair plastered to her head, and her sweater soaked on through. She's quick to shed the sweater, having sensibly worn her white t-shirt beneath. Her boots would need some work after this, but so be it. The only dry things about her were her wings, bedraggled as they were.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There is a loud bark outside, and moments later Bear bursts in through the door, followed almost immediately by Bean. He's walking under his own power, with a small smile on his face and his right hand held almost casually over his left side. The mutant is soaked to the skin, having lost his Xavier hoodie, his shirt shredded by what may have been the claws of a wild animal. A myriad of cuts, some deeper than others, ooze blood as it soaks into the sodden fabric of what was once a rather thin shirt. Bear comes to a stop by the fireplace and drags a chair over with some effort. Without any further words, Bean sits, waiting patiently for the door to close...

Triage has posed:
This was supposed to protect the school, not bring more chaos. While some went outside to witness the procedure, Chris had opted to stay in the office in case something happened. He had almost convinced himself that things had gone smoothly, going so far as to fetch his tablet and start to read, when the door burst open.

Seeing the interruption, he bolts from the chair, tosses the tablet onto the cushion, and springs to action. When bear goes for the chair and Bean follows, Chris helps the dog to move the furniture. He glances to the side to see Shannon. "What happened?" he questions.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon helps Bean over to one of the beds. "No arguing, Bean. You did more than your fair share out there, now please... please don't go all Teutonic on us." She turns to Chris, with something of a cross between pride, mild bemusement, and worry etched into her features. There are also a few unwelcome shadows there, but those could be addressed later. It looks as if Bean has a mess of cuts all over his arms, legs, face, and torso.

"To sum it up, Chris, Bean went all warrior god on us out there. And it was needed. We're talking demons, ice giants... unfriendly bamf's...." The last is spoken with a great deal of sadness to her tone. Oddly enough, too, she is now carrying a yew wood staff, roughly about 5' in length, balancing it a mite awkwardly in the crook of her arm.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Magic happened." Bean mentions as he sits down, reaching over with his free hand to pat Bear on the neck to calm the worried dog down. It's no good, that large head flops into his lap and a pair of puppy eyes stare up at him. "Hey, could someone grab his squeaky ball? It's on the shelf somewhere."

    And then the door closes. The jovial half smile fades, and the mutant pulls his right hand away from the deep gash he'd been putting pressure on. Bear barks again, smelling the sharp scent of blood, looking around to see if anyone is going to stop his human from oozing. Oozing is bad. "Turns out, if you grab stuff from all over the place, creatures that aren't too happy about that can come show their displeasure when the hocus pocus is going on. Ever fought a horde of demons hand to hand? Can't recommend."

Triage has posed:
Chris nods to Shannon and approaches the bed. "The story can wait, and I'll be glad to hear it from you," he answers. "Along with anything else that you want to share with me. For now, we should concentrate on the patient." He reaches for Bean's shoulder, but pauses, looking to Bear and smiling. "He's safe. He'll be whole in a few minutes." Then he frowns and looks to Shannon. "Of course, if magic caused this, it might be trickier. Remember the last time? Also, should I expect others?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head. "I didn't note others that took near the degree of injury that Bean here did. At most there's probably a few bruises, minor cuts. It looks like Clint took a burn from a chain on his upper right leg, but I haven't seen him in here for treatment, so I can only guess he went back to the Avengers medical staff to get that taken care of."

Setting her staff aside, leaning it up against the wall near Bean's bed, she cracks her knuckles. "Please... just hold still, and don't pull away. Trust me on this. Ask Chris if you need to know why." That deep gash had to be tended to, stat. Without even hesitating, Shannon lays one hand on the gash Bean had been putting pressure on, and the other on his chest, bowing her head. Both have seen the process, both know it well. She hisses softly as the transfer begins, with her body willingly absorbing the wounds that so valiant a warrior sustained in defense of his home and family. While her t-shirt hides the actual opening of flesh on her chest as she takes on the injuries, it unfortunately cannot hide the blood that soaks through the materia, nor can the sight of the cuts on her arms be hidden. Too, her jeans hide the actual sight of the wounds, but not the blood that stains the dark blue almost black with the addition of blood red. And, unfortunately, both gentlemen can see the cuts beginning to open up on her face, echoing each one sustained by Bean.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
"No magic involved. Just... claws and a few swords." He does remember the last time magical injuries came to this place well enough, and has no wish to see that kind of disaster repeated. Bean also knows very well why he shouldn't pull away, no matter how much he wants to, and decides it's probably worth imparting another lesson. Especially for something quite this critical. Despite his bedraggled appearance, he reaches out for the arm touching his chest with a surprisingly strong grip. His right hand takes hold of the wrist, and his left cups the elbow, both hands pushing towards one another. Even if anyone wanted to pull that arm away now, they'd find it very difficult.

    The expression on his face doesn't change from the harsh, stoic mien, and even Bear sits to look at him without going anywhere near putting a paw on his leg. They were his wounds, his mistakes... another shouldn't pay for them. But trying to dissuade Shannon from assisting is like trying to fight the tides. He might as well change his name to Canute.

Triage has posed:
When Shannon steps forward to take Bean's injuries into her own body, Chris shifts places to stand behind her, ready to catch her if she falls into shock or faints from the severity of the wounds. "I'm glad that no magic was involved," he answers, looking to Bean. Once you're ready, you should check Bear. Be sure that he's well. If not, bring him here."

Nightingale has posed:
     A few tears stream down Shannon's face, mingling with the blood from cuts opening up in her skin and stinging the wounds for the salt those tears contain. She presses her lips together in a thin line to hold back any sound she might make as, bit by bit, the valiant warrior is made whole. Her wings are held out rigidly behind her, the only outward expression of the pain she is enduring.

     When the process is complete, she moves her free hand away of her own free will, to signal to both gentlemen that she is done. Her skin has gone ghostly white, and well... it can only be said she will definitely need to be washing her clothes after this. She is a little unsteady on her feet, and it's perhaps very good at this point that Bean is holding on to her as he is.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Slowly, the pain fades. At least, that of the recent wounds. It's always horrifying to see Shannon react to the shock of injury, especially because Bean had always been taught never to show any form of weakness. Is that what a normal person should react like? Is he that desensitized to his own suffering? The strong grip on her arm is used to not just keep her upright, but to transfer the winged healer from standing next to the bed to sitting on the bed. "And now it's your turn to be looked after. Don't even try to pull a Bean, okay?"

    He looks at Triage with some concern and hands over his friend to the care of his other friend, stepping away and going in search of Bear's reward for being a good boy.

Triage has posed:
Chris can sense the end of the process after having walked this road with Shannon many times. He steps forward, with arms ready to catch Shannon if she collapses. Over his shoulder, he calls to Bean, "Please check him. If he was out there, he might have injuries and can't tell us about them. He's part of the team, too."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon does indeed collapse on the bed, the process a trying one. Even as she hits the mattress, though, she makes no sound. Though she might not have had Bean's training, she still holds back the worst of what she feels. Instead, she turns her head and smiles a little bit at both, giving them a weak thumbs up. "You did good out there, Bean," she croaks out. "Wish I was half as good as you."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "When you get backed up by a few Avengers and a couple of Gods, it's not hard to look good." As usual, Bean isn't going to blow his own trumpet. Granted, he had fun, but that fun had now injured a friend. It tends to put a damper on things. Luckily though, he finds the thing he was looking for... Bear's squeaky ball, his reward for realising his human needed help, and for alerting the nearest first aider. The ball gets a squeeze, causing a quick squeak, and Bear sits up at full attention, ears pricked up, tail thumping the floor. "Good boy." Yes human, I'm a good boy. Gimme the ball. Gimme the ball. Gimme ball! Dropping the ball, Bean lets his companion play, to the accompaniment of chomping and squeaking.

    "I left him inside. He doesn't fight, Chris, I won't let him."

Triage has posed:
"I didn't think that he would fight, but if he was out there, even for a moment to rescue you, he might have been harmed. So I asked to be sure," Chris explains. He turns to Shannon. Hovering over the bed, he murmurs, "Not much longer." He reaches for her hand, closes his eyes, and begins to slow his breath and to concentrate on his finding the wounds and restoring tissue. After several minutes, he begins to sweat and his eyes clench tightly.

Nightingale has posed:
     "No... don't you da..." Too late. Chris is about as stubborn as she is, and knowing how stopping a healing would affect her, she makes no move to stop him as the wounds begin to seal themselves. Too, her wings begin looking less ragged, a bit more filled out than before. She sighs lightly, still wincing as not all the wounds are quite healed just yet. "I owe you each a pan of mac 'n cheese to yourselves, you know that, right?"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    As per usual, Bean rolls a stool over to the bed and sits down, giving Shannon a wink. "You're spoiling us. And I'm nearly up to half marathons now." At the same time though, he looks at Triage with some concern. He's never known a healing to take that much effort, or is it that he never really paid attention to it until now? Whichever it may be, he's getting concerned. "Hey ehmm... everything okay?"

Triage has posed:
Chris does not answer Bean. He might not have heard the question. His breathing remains deep but sweat glistens like a film over his face, dripping from the lashes of eyelids that are crinkled in his state of deep concentration. Having experienced his healing in the past, Shannon might have some understanding of the situation and an answer to Bean's question.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon sighs with relief as much of her pain is eased, and not only that, but her wings look nearly normal once more. By now, she is likely no longer flightless. "He'll be okay, Bean. Maybe need some extra rest and some good food, but he'll be okay. So, plenty of cooking for me to do after this." Smiling a little bit, she relaxes entirely as the last of the wounds fade from view. Granted, her clothes will still need changing, perhaps a good washing or disposal, but at least there are no new crimson stains being added to what is currently present. "I swear you're both the angels here."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    It's been a longer day than he'd like to admit. Bean can manage half a smile at Shannon's words and, reassured that Chris isn't actually in any direct danger, relaxes. Finally. Folding his arms on the bed, he slumps over and rests his head. "Avengers. Demons. Asgardians. Ice Giants... You know, when they sent me here, I was afraid it was going to be uneventful? Do you have any idea how many combat doctrines I've had to revise in the last two and a half months?" His eyes fall on Bear, who is by now upside down, happily chewing on his favorite squeaky ball, with not a care in the world.

Triage has posed:
Chris's face slowly begins to relax, signifying that he is concluding the process. He takes one final, deep breath and exhales it. His eyes slowly open. Although sweat still coats his face and hands, he is conscious enough to turn to Sam and nod. "She'll need to rest for a while, as will I. I'd suggest the same for you. You might need to report to someone after the ... incident."

Nightingale has posed:
     "What I need is a good cup of coffee... and something to eat. There'll be plenty of time for rest tonight. But I think I could manage some mac 'n cheese for us all. Chris... Bean... can we agree on that? Food and drink first, then some rest after?" Shannon smiles at both, sitting up slowly. As she spreads her wings, they are as full and feathery as they ever were, the girl no longer barred from the sky. She reaches for the yew wood staff, and uses it to help hoist herself up. She's mildly weakened, but still looks more as if it's from a rough night of studying, rather than battling who knows what out in protection of the school.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Food sounds wonderful." Bean agrees, standing up and giving a quick whistle to get Bear's attention. The ball is brought over and handed over, and in turn Bean hands it over to Triage. "Could you keep this somewhere safe? I'm teaching Bear a few emergency procedures, and this ball is his reward for learning." He pats the Shepherd and get a lick in return, which brings him to another point.

    "I suggest a shower and a change of clothes first though."

Triage has posed:
Chris takes the ball and nods. "I'll keep it in a safe place," he agrees. "I doubt that you'll have any discomfort after the healing, but if you do, please, don't hesitate to bring them to our attention." THen he turns to look at Shannon. "Rest," he urges.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon shakes her head. "Shower and fresh clothes, then food, then rest. Please? We all need to eat, especially after everything we've done tonight. Come on, it doesn't take much to make mac 'n cheese, you know." She starts heading for the door, taking it slowly as to set Bean's and Chris' minds at ease that she's not overexerting herself. "Either that or we can see if there's any ice cream left in the freezer. Much less effort, good protein and calcium intake for healing and sugar for quick energy." Ice cream was healthy. Wasn't it?

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Shower, yes. Change of clothes..." Bean looks down at himself, still soaked through and looking like he went three rounds with an angry threshing machine. "Definitely. Food, possibly. If I'm still awake after a long, hot shower."

Triage has posed:
"I should sleep first," Chris answers. He looks to Bean and rolls the ball in his hands, being careful not to squeak it. "I'll ... worry about food in a few days." He sighs heavily and leans against the bed for a moment before turning and heading toward the desk. With the ball in his left hand, he rummages in his pocket with his right. His eyes focus and he loosk toward the door. "Shannon?" he calls. "Are you forgetting something?" He nods to the staff.

Nightingale has posed:
     The staff in question is already in Shannon's hands, and supporting her as she is walking towards the door. She chuckles softly, shaking her head. "No, not about to forget this. Especially since I plan to talk to Cannonball for permission to keep this and train for its proper use. Plus... I still need to find Kitty, or Kurt, or... someone to talk to about that thing Bean and I were talking about...."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Bear trots alongside Bean on his way out, happy to have his human back. All the little humans around were fun too, but this is his human. There are many like it, but this one is his. "After tonight I'd say you've got a good intro for that conversation. Just as long as you have it."

Triage has posed:
Chris pulls keys from his pocket and unlocks a drawer. He sets the ball in it and then closes it, locking it again. "Safe," he announces and leans on the desk, watching while Shannon and Bean leave. "At least the school is safe," he murmurs.