269/Checking on the Patient

Checking on the Patient
Date of Scene:	05 May 2017
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	207, Deadzone, Beast

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David Akenda (207) has posed:
David Akenda lays in the Medical bay, lightly sedated. But he is far from outo f danger. He's had medical attention, the injury to his chest is cleaned, stitched together. As he lays in the medical bed on monitors. Right now his Fingerprints can't even be taken. He's burned them off with acid, or something such ans sandpaper. Right now he is laying on his bed head turning side to side. Brain monitor showing he is dreaming, or rather, having nightmares from which he can't escape.

He's slightly malnourished, and shows signs of living on the streets.

Deadzone has posed:
Having gotten the call from Scott, Tate finished her class and then came down as soon as she was able. She's not the doctor that McCoy is, but she was studying to be his assistant, so she does what he would be asking her to do. She walks over, looking kind of odd for a nurse, and looks at the chart. She makes notes on breathing, heart rate and so on onto the device in her hand.

Seeing the beginnings of nightmare thrashing, she comes over closer. Her voice is calm and soothing, the same she used to use for her alcoholic and mentally ill mother. "Shhhh. It's alright. You're safe now. I've got you."

David Akenda (207) has posed:
David of course hasn't gotten any sort of sleep for the last several days since the Joker got to cut himself on his wires. but it was enough to trigger his nightmares and then the voice touching him his ears, despite the light sedative is enough to rouse him from his fitful sleep. As she stands close to him his eyes snap ope as he tries to grab her by the throat, fine gossamer strands seem to come from his fingers to try and wrap around her throat as they soon fade away.

There is a shere level of panic in his eyes as he does his best to try and get her by some vital part of her body he could use to inflict serious damage, the Throat, mostly. But he is weak, battling days with out rest, being on the run, and then the chest wound and loss of blood.

Deadzone has posed:
When the young man in the medbay tries to attack her, she simultaneously steps back and pushes her nullification field out. She's not sure if this injured man is mutant or not, but she's not taking a chance. "Shhhh, calm down. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm hear to help. We don't want to restrain you, but if you are going to attack us when we try to help you, we might have to."

Her voice is calm. She hums a soft tune as she starts closing the distance again. Pacabel's Canon. Her mother used to love it when she was on edge like this.

Beast has posed:
There are few X-men with the number of jobs and responsibilities as Doctor Hank "the Beast" McCoy. The blue furred mutant is teacher, scientist, engineer, tech support, administration, Adventurer, Superhero AND Doctor. It means he has a very very busy life.

But he is never too busy to help out a fellow mutant. especially one who is hurt. He wasn't there when David was brought /in/ but he has trained enoug staff on the basics of treating and stabelizing injuries untill he can get there.. Which is right about.....

The blue furred simian/felinoid Beast, in oxford tweed, lopes into the infirmay with a tablet in one hand. "I have your missives, Miss Tatum.." he says, professionally, but comes to a stop as he sees the young mutant reach out for her, his powers sparking then and flaying as her nullification abiilities protect her. If teh boy had been a few feet further away he wouldhave been outside of her zone of effect until she could of reracted and it wold have been too late to stop his ability.. because she affects the SOURCE< not the effects of powers.

"Yes, you /will/ calm yourself, young man." He says sternly in his velvety baritone, then lopes AROUND Tatum and the bed, keeing out of her field. "Are you alright, Tatum?" he asks her, though keeps giving David the hairy eyeball... literally.

David Akenda (207) has posed:
David is in a near panic, his mind defaults to Japanese language while in survival mode, Not english. A perfect form. It must be his first language, (Where is the Kaji assassin, Where am I? Who are you? Where is my sword?) And of course the nightmare the pain he was in has his adrenaline spiked as he tries to force himself up, bending his chest in a way that causes the stitches in his chest to pop open, blood leaking from the days old wound.

The Music and song does effect him, feeding into his mind and as he looks over at the blue furred being as his vitals start to drop and he just keels over, back onto the bed half off of it, his mind calming down and the production of Adrenelin stops as he hits hard in a crash. breathing labored as he is trying to look around fighting to stay consious dispite the light sedative.

Thankfully Tatum was in no danger. All of david's energy for his powers is spent. He has nothing in the tank to fuel his wires with. As he just lays there. "Where am I? I remember... the Kaji assassin..." he says in english.

Deadzone has posed:
It is said that music hath powers to sooth the savage breast. And the cello line of Pacabel's Canon is rather soothing. She reaches out, bringing in her field as she nods to Dr. MCCoy. "I'm alright. Not even a scratch," she reassures him before looking to the young man.

She shakes her head, moving slowly. "I don't understand. I'm sorry. Do you speak english?" Tatum doesn't normally touch without asking. She's accidentally killed mutants that way. But she is there to catch David when he seems like he's about to fall off the bed, her power wrapping the stranger in her field. "Oh no ya don't, fella. You just lay down." Noticing the popped stitches, she lets out a heavy sigh. "I'll get the sutures, doctor."

Beast has posed:
Beast is just as surprised when David almost falls out of the bed, but stops himself when Tatum catches him. He didn't stop himself because he doesn't wish to help but.. he doesn't want to be depowered at this moment. They know so little about their new guest and he made be in need of his abilities.

HE is LESS surprised with the young man's perfect japanese, understanding it quite easily. Polyglot Linguist should be added to that list of his talents. As Tatum settles him and then steps back to get more sutures, he sets the tablet aside and picks up a medical scanner. <<Calm down my young friend. You are safe here.>> He tells him in soothing tones of almost equally perfect japanese, and then offers David a toothy (and fanfy) smile.

"You are safe here." he says, switched to english. "We are just trying to assist you with your injuries. And as you can see you have popped a few of your stitches... Oh.. where are my manners.." He pushes his glasses up a bit on his snout. "My name is Doctor Henry McCoy but people tend to jocosely refer to me as The Beast.. You may have seen me on Television." he tells the young man then motions to Tatum. "This is my... uhm.. close and personal friend and associate, Miss Tatum O'Neal." he looks a bit embarrsed for some reason. "You were brought to us by.. friends. And are currently at Xavier's School for the Gifted.. do you know what that is?"

David Akenda (207) has posed:
David is resting on the bed as he looks around he blinks. Eyes trying to focus and he through force of will manages to Listen. "McCoy... XAvier's Charles..." he says Trying to look around as he blinks and then finally as he looks to the mutant scientist. "Father... held your work in high reguards... I am David... Akenda." He says. Still too out of it thanks to that sedative to think he should keep his name secret. "My sword, where It's all I have left of my father and mother!" he says as he is able to relax some hoping that the family blade is safe.

Of course if Beast has studied the blade, it has it's own secrets that might interest the Scientist.

When Tatum comes back he says, "Domo uh Thank you I am sorry. All I recall was being attacked by the Kaji clan assassin.... I paniced...."

Deadzone has posed:
Quietly getting the items needed to repair the damaged stitches, it would seem that Tatum knows where to find most things and how to arrange them on the tray just as Hank likes. Almost as if he trained her himself. She wheels the tray over on the raised platform. She ignores the Japanese, because she doesn't understand it and if she needs to know, Beast will speak to her in english. While she works, she hums. Soft and soothing, a balm to a weary soul. Calming. It's just as much for her benefit as the patient's.

"Your sword is safe. It is in another room, as we didn't know if you might attack us with it. And no need to apologize. You were scared and you defended yourself. But we're not here to hurt you. That's not what we do here."

Beast has posed:
Lets put that analytical genius to work here shall we? We have one, young, japanese male.. His japanese is VERY good, without a bare hint of slang so that means he was probably from some upper crust family. Despite his malnutrtion and wounds, Hank's medical file (slim as it is) and scans he is making now show the well trained physique of a martial artist. Not public high school training.. Private tutalage. And his english is very good as well, almost accented.. So with that slightly less pronounced epicanthic folds probably means he comes from a mixed family... His mother would be caucasian, since the last name is definately Japanese..

"David Akenda.." he says slowly, double checking his readings, then sending them to the tablet to add to the file. "As in the son of Tanaka Akenda, CEO of Akenda Industries, and his wife jane.." he says softly, then lowers himself onto a stool next to the bed.. just close enough to over see Tatum and 'sewing'. "I had.. the honor.. of meeting your father once. At a conference. We didn't really speak much, it was more just in passing. I was afraid.. well.. that he might not like mutants since he said so little. But to hear that he actually thought well of my work..." he shakes his head. "When we heard about your parents deaths the entire industry was shocked.. Your father was a well respected man." he sighs.

When Tatum mentions a sword, echoing David, he raises a furry brow. "A sword... Kaji... Why were you being attacked by ninjas?" he asks. "And what were you doing in.. Was it Gotham?" he rechecks the tablet.

David Akenda (207) has posed:
David swallows hard as he says, "My own powers had manifested shortly before, He had much on his mind. You carried you self with pride.... Silence is the highest form of respect. A movie that has High marks in japan. People will not cheer or clap as in america... Silence in reverance."

He explains a small peice of the culture. Something that can be lost. "Seven undred years... My clan served the emeperor as Saumrai. The KAji clan... invoked forbidden unions with darkness he claimed. My clan was ordered to eradicate them down to the last child to clense the blood of it's dark taint. One child survived."

"Now Kaji wreaks his revenge. They will never stop looking for me." and he doesn't jump when the stitches are place.

Deadzone has posed:
When Dr McCoy sits down, Tatum looks momentarily nervous. Is she doing the stitching? She's never done it completely on her own before. She's always had a careful eye watching. Okay, she hasn't made any mistakes the last couple times, but flying solo the first time is nerve wracking. She stops humming, biting on the insides of her cheeks instead. "I'm going to need you to lie down, please."

She heads over to wash and glove her hands, putting an apron on first. It's a quick stitch fix, but there is no way she is getting blood on her clothing. She's not the sort of goth to whom blood stains on her clothing is an asset. She returns and starts her work, taking the tools out of the sealed package that keeps them sterilized and taking her time. Her stitches are very neat, she sews it in such a way that the edges of the scar are all within and so will leave a minimal scar. She says not a word, letting Hank get the information he needs, simply humming classical pieces under her breath.

Beast has posed:
Beast looks a bit embarrased, reaching up and scrating the back of his head self conciously. "I do not know if I would use the word 'Pride'. I try to keep a stiff upper lip, as it were, but I would be lying if I said I /never/ have any self recriminations about my current state of mutation." he admits, then lower his hand and nods once. "Yes.. I should have have remembered that. Silence is the greatest sign of respect among the more traditional of your people." he says as he watches, with pride, as tatum deals with the suturing. His other-self must have trained her well, as he would have, so he should feel SOME pride.

Back to David he frowns. "So because of a family feud going back dozens of generations, and teh fact that you are the last of your blood, you are anethema to this Kaji Clan and must be silenced.. and by silenced I mean killed with exdtreme prejudice." He sighs. "It is very sad that I live in a world where that makes complete sense. I blame Betsy for this." he says, half jokingly. He'd learned a lot about these things from stories told by his ninja assasin friend. "I didn't have to deal with Ninjas before I met her.. Not that I would ever trade knowing here for a lack of Ninjas in my already colorful life." he says fndly.. then frowns and looks at Taum. "I mean.. she'ds a a real good friend." he back pedals, so she doesn't get the wrong idea.. oi.

"Anyways... Mister Akenda.... I think you will find that you are /quite/ safe here. Xaviers is not just a place where we teach mutants and other talented youngsters. It is a place where we /protect/ them. And beieve you, me, we tend to do a fairly descent job of doing so. While you are here convelescing you will be prodigioulsy protected."

David Akenda (207) has posed:
SWallowing as he allows Tatum to stitch his chest finally absolute Exhaustion seems to over take him. "Do not under estimate Kaji... he destroyed everything... he will try to find..." and it is at this point that David starts to slip into unconsiousness. Almost imediately he begins REM Sleep. And his brain starts to spike once more nightmares taking over his dreams. Pain, terror, the sensation of life fading. Something that is firmly planted, rooted into his psyche.

Beast has posed:
Beast 's tablet relays the readings of David's state as he slips into REM. As a trained neurologist (god, what is Hank /not/?!?) he sees the signs of stress takeing it's toll and knows with a fair certainty that David is not having the happy dreams. "Oh, my young friend.. I know your Kaji is dangerous.. but Woe to any ninja clan that attempts to attack /this/ school/." he says with some decinate emphaphis and turns to Tatum, inspecting her work.

"Good work, My dear Tatum. Whomever trained you did a very masterful job with it. I doubt we will see any scarring, regardles sof if he has a heightened healing factor or not." He then sighs. "And speaking of healing factors, or abilities in general.. I need to go over the report of what the others say of his abilities, and compare that with whatever I find when I analyze his genome."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum finishes sewing up David and looks down at her work. Stitches aren't so bad when you're the home ec teacher. It's actually a lot like hand sewing leather... oh lord, did I just think that? Still, she nods and lets out a happy sigh, proud of herself. She says nothing about this being her first time doing this without supervision. That might not make the patient feel too good.

As Hank back-pedals about Betsy, Tatum just smiles, her shoulders rising and falling in unvoiced laughter. "It's okay. I've not met the one here, but back home... she was interesting to know. Personally though, I always preferred pirates." She takes the gloves off, pulling them inside out to protect her from touching any blood.

David falls asleep and she watches as his nightmares start again, what started the need for the stitches in the first place.

Deadzone has posed:
With a chuckle as her work is inspected, only once David is passed out does Tatum lean in to rest a hand on Hank's shoulder and give it a soft kiss. "Who do you think taught me? My ex said if I was going to be hanging about him, pestering him with my advances, that I might as well make myself useful. I'm only really an assistant. Heck, that's the first time I did stitches without you watching me. But at least it wasn't putting in an IV with only my sense of touch. Hated that."

Beast has posed:
Beast smiles, a bit self conciously. He isn't quite used to public diplays of affection, even if their only 'public' is an unconcious and injured young man. He hasn't even told anyone they /are/ more than just good close friends.. He doesn't know what to even CALL her, at the moment. The fur on iis neck wavered a moment, receding then refrowing as she touched his shoulder. "Ah. Well far be it of me to speak badly of your ex.." he says. "He does train well, though."

He reaches over and picks up the tablet once more. "Anyways... we've done what we can do for now for this young man. We will need to keep him under observation.. and I do not mean just for his injuries. He is troubled by what has happened to him. We need to have Charles or Jean or Betsy to take a.. look.. at his mental stablity."

Deadzone has posed:
With a growing grin, Tatum starts to clean up the area of the tools she used, starting the sterilization process. "I think you would have liked my ex. Or hated him. It's hard to say. At least he wasn't an evil mirror image of you? Though two Hanks could be fun. Imagine the possibilities!" She waggles her brows over to the good doctor, knowing she is being evil, but she can't hep herself. She loves to make McCoy blush under all that fur.

"We need to deal with his malnutrition, but we can't feed him too fast or he'll make himself sick. I'll start him on broths and clear liquids tomorrow and see how he's doing?"

Beast has posed:
Beast ois and sets down the tablet onnce more, so he can draw his paws down his face and make a sound of exhasperation. "You, my silly spud, are going to be the death of me.. You do know this, yes?" he asks, looking and sounding embarrased. He stands up and walks over to the console at the side of the room. "Until we get a handle on his abilities and a proper dampener designed.. if he needs it.. I would ask you to stay with him. I would administer a cognative sedative that would inhibit dreams but until I understand his brain chemistry and how it relates to his abilities I do not wish to tempt fate."

Deadzone has posed:
Once she is done cleaning up, she leans on the other medical bed to smile over to her boyfriend. He might not know what to call her, but she knows what she's calling him. Admittedly, only to herself and to Ms. Blaire, as it's no one else's business but for her and the woman that is quickly becoming her bestie in this reality. "I very well might be, Henry Philip McCoy. But you'll die with a smile on your face."

She pushes off the medbed and walks over to David looking him over. Taking a deep breath, she lets go of her control of her power, letting it relax and fill the amount of space that it wants to. It's like taking a corset off at the end of the day. It just feels so damn good. She sits down on the stool Hank occupied. "I guess I'll be here burning the midnight oil tonight. Good thing, caffiene and sugar are my boon companions."

Beast has posed:
Beast double checks that all teh data so far has been compiled into teh compter, and that the non-obtrusive sensors in the bed (his own design, of course) are online monitoring David continually. "I don't know whether to be overjoyed, or overwhelmed by that implied possibility, my dear." he says in his deadpan way. He looks over his shoulder and offers her a smile. "if it helps, I will stay as well for the night. That way I can keep you company and do some analysis on any data I procure on our young ward here. And I will bring you coffee.. maybe even a twinkie.. But ONLY if you are good." he warns with a wag of his claw-like finger. It is easy to tease when no one else is watching.

Deadzone has posed:
"You sure you don't want to use this chance to actually get some sleep? You get the whole bed all to yourself. No fighting with me for the sheets for a change." She laughs as she talks, watching Hank with a smile that speaks of warmth and affection. She starts to kick off her ankle boots to get comfortable. "I won't turn down the company, but I won't insist on it either. It would be smarter if we took turns, but you have this nasty habit of burning both ends of a candle anyway." She starts to reach behind her to unlace the corset worn over her clothes. "And I'm always good," she says while looking up at the ceiling as she concentrates on the knots behind her back.