4996/A visit to the med bay

A visit to the med bay
Date of Scene:	24 July 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Cyclops, Magik, Colossus

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Cyclops has posed:
A day has passed since the first bit of action Scott has seen in months. His time living alone in the mountains has made him a little rusty and in need of practice. The evidence? A healing wound in his side caused by a sword. He came in the day before for a quick patch job. Today he is coming back to have it looked at and maybe cleaned.

The doors swoosh open to reveal Scott Summers walking in at a brisk pace, ever the professional, and ever with a schedule to keep. Getting bandaged up is not a part of his routine so he makes an effort to minimize the down time.

When he steps in, he moves towards one of the cabinets against the wall and tugs it open, fishing through the supplies inside until he finally grabs a ball of gauze, some tape, a pair of scissors, and a bottle of fluid. Placing them on the counter below, he pushes the cabinet shut and grabs the tail of his shirt, lifting it up to reveal the bandage on his side.

Magik has posed:
A full day has passed and Illyana is still in the Medical Bay. She did not have any wounds nor was she in a state that she needed to be in the sterile room. In fact, the room actually makes her feel uncomfortable, with various medical equipment surrounding her and an incessant nurse continuously bugging her, but Piotr wants her here. So, here Illyana lies.

When Scott enters, she is investigating her left hand. Twisting and turning her wrist, Illyana is getting feeling back into her fingertips. It isn't every day that you got your arm chopped off by adamantium claws and have it healed within a day. Over the years, though, Illyana has learned that she truly lived in the abnormal, and she wishes a situation as this was foreign to her.

The stirring of cabinets causes her to look up from her focused inspection, seeing Scott look like he is about to operate on himself. "You know, there is a nurse that can do that for you," Illyana says, her Russian accent soft yet mysterious. Dropping the back of her head against a pillow, she tilts her head in the instructor's direction, lifting a finger to motion at his wound.

"I can even heal that if you like. It is technically my fault that happened."

Cyclops has posed:
He had been so intent on making quick work of cleaning his own wound he had completely failed to notice anyone else in the med bay. He knows enough about cleaning a wound that he can just do it himself quickly rather than have to wait for a nurse to be more thorough. Truthfully, he was hoping the nurse wouldn't notice him because she's usually adamant about being involved, since it is technically her domain.

Illyana's voice draws his attention away from the supplies and he glances back over at his shoulder towards her. Putting the scissors down, he turns around and rests his waist back against the counter, planting his palms down as well as he offers her a smile, "Good afternoon, Illyana." He glances down at his wound and shrugs, looking back towards her, "It's nothing I can't take care of myself." The stitches are set and the wound looks fairly clean. "How are you feeling?"

Magik has posed:
"I've been better," Illyana responds. In actuality, she is actually doing fine. Again, she had no wounds or physical injury, despite having her hand chopped off and being stabbed by adamantium claws. She is a trooper when it comes to healing, although the process would have been a lot faster if she would have retreated to Limbo for a couple of hours. "Just bored."

"Piotr wants me to stay here because he thinks the nurse will be able to take care of me better than I can take care of myself." Illyana shakes her head at the thought. "I know he is concerned about me, but I am fine." Big brothers always have ways of being overprotective, she notes mentally, and then shifts underneath the covers of the medical bed. "I am sorry for all the trouble I have caused. Once I am free, I will investigate the source of what happened."

Cyclops has posed:
The smile on Scott's lips morphs into a slight grin as she professes her boredom of being couped up in the medical facility. On a certain level he can understand. When ther are things to be done and you're stuck in a place like this, it can be grating.

The nurse steps intot he main room and first sees Scott then the supplies on the counter behind him and she scoffs and starts walking his way, "Oh, Mr. Summers. What have I told you?" She moves at a rapid pace and a dispapointed smirk on her face as she moves towards him and reaches out for the supplies. Without speaking further, she directs him to one of the examination tables.

With a soft sigh, he moves over to the table and takes a seat, glancing over at Illyana. She's probably alright to leave, but if Piotr wants her here, this is where she should stay. No one here wants to face the wrath of her brother. "If you do, please don't go alone." Whatever happened to her doesn't need to happen again if she's on her own.

Magik has posed:
At the voice of the nurse, Illyana peaks from over the covers and a small smirk goes unseen as Scott is directed to a table for examination. She looks at the instructor idly, noting how he has not changed one bit since she has been gone for six months. He still looks, acts, and feels the same. There is something about him - the mansion, even - that makes Illyana feel at home.

But inside, she knows this is not /her/ home. Limbo is her dimension, her home, and has been that way since she was seven years old. Despite the memories that float through her mindscape, Illyana knows that they are false truths; and to that, she shakes her head in protest, closing her eyes to concentrate and focus. She cannot afford to lose track of what is important.

The concern, or the presentation thereof, catches the attention of Illyana, and she lowers the covers down to her stomach. Pressing a button on the medical bed, it begins to position itself upright. "I do everything alone," Illyana confirms. "I am the only person that understands the mystic arts. Besides, I cannot afford for a situation like yesterday to happen again."

Colossus has posed:
The flowers of the cheerful 'get well' bouquet precede Piotr as he returns to the medical facility. He's dressed this time: he didn't come directly from the lake, so he has a soft khaki dress shirt on. The scent of the flowers: chamomile and sunflower, come along with him as he enters and approaches Illyana's bedside quietly. He's a big man, though, so his entrance still is not subtle nor silent.

He takes in that she is starting to sit up, and his expression clouds with an unspoken dismay. Still, he doesn't ask about it: not yet. He sets down the vase near the bed, though, and turns it a little to face where she's sitting, with a natural awareness of giving her the best view of the comforting flowers. Bringing some reality and grounded nature in.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott manages to look annoyed even with the sunglasses concealing his eyes. The clenching of his jaw, the ripple of the muscles along his cheeks, and the wrinkles appearing on his forehead as the nurse gets to work. He folds his arms across his chest as she cuts his bandage off and starts to clean the wound. He winces and shifts away from her slightly as the alcohol burns into his cut. She looks up at him and shakes her head.

Glancing back over at Illyana he manages to catch the winkles in the corners of her eyes as she smirks behind the covers. Hilarious. He knows the nature of Illyana's gifts are a mystery to more or less everyone else at the mansion and she will likely make up her own mind, but it's his duty to express concern for her safety.

His mouth opens as he begins to protest when he hears a series of loud thuds approaching the infirmary and knows instantly who it is. He closes his mouth once again as he glances towards the door in time to see it swoosh open to reveal his backup. Piotr will be able to talk some sense into her, after all. He nods towards the massive man in greeting.

Magik has posed:
It isn't the thought of hurting people that concerns Illyana, it is the thought of losing control to her darker personality, leaving her helplessly in the passenger seat to the demon's desires. Very much like her older brother, Illyana is set in her ways of doing things, and her expression contrasts the demeanor she held onto moments before.

As Scott is about to reply, Illyana would have been quick to counter in stubbornness, but the opportunity is not afforded to either of them as Piotr enters with a bouquet of flowers. "Bol'shoy brat," Illyana says in Russian, her glacial eyes growing brighter, "Oni prekrasny!" Leaning over the railing of the medical bed, she takes in the aroma of the flowers.

Extending both hands, Illyana opens up to embrace Piotr, saying, "Thank you!"

Colossus has posed:
"Do not sit up! I will come to you," Piotr chides his little sister gently, and leans far down over her bed to gently embrace her, one broad hand coming up to the side of her pale hair. For a big guy, there's zero power in any of it, just his quiet manner. He pats her hand with his other one, and lifts his eyes across to Scott to return the nod.

"How do you fare, Scott? If you would also care for flowers, it can be arranged," Piotr says, smile in his tone even if his face deadpans the joke.

Cyclops has posed:
The good thing about Scott is that when he's met with stubbornness he responds to it in kind. Unfortunately for Illyana, he isn't given the chance to equal her level of stubborn thanks to Colossus arriving.

In the meantime the nurse finishes cleaning the wound and begins to unravel a patch of gauze to replace the old bandage while Scott watches the siblings interact. It always amazes him how gentle the mountain of a man can be, especially when it comes to his sister. He's seen Piotr rip cars apart like they were pieces of paper before, yet here he is caring for his family. And bringing her flowers.

Scott's eyes meet Piotr's glance and he inclines his head with a slight frown tugging at the corners of his mouth, "I'm fine, Piotr. And you can skip the flowers this time." His eyes drift back towards Illyana, "I was just explaining to your sister that she should make sure she has a friend with her if she plans on digging deeper into what happened with her yesterday." If he had a blanket, he'd conceal his smirk from her as he volleys the ball back to her side of the court. Instead his face remains as neutral as it always does.

Magik has posed:
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Illyana replies, comforting her brother. His hand against her hair sends vibes of warmth throughout her body, an unfamiliar sensation for the soulless shell. While memories of the experiences exist, she has not encountered anyone that has been able to cause her body to react as such. It is a welcomed, if not confusing, feeling nonetheless.

Illyana sends a sharp look in Scott's direction as he reveals her thought process on handling the cursed sword and Darkchilde. Knowing Scott fairly well, and knowing Piotr all too well, there will be no end to the discussion until a civil solution is found. The stubbornness continues, "We are not having this conversation right now," Illyana replies sternly. "I will deal with my issues in my own way. I have no desire to get others involved."

"Yego nerv. Vsegda v dele kogo-to drugogo." The Russian words are a mumble, but there is no denying that Illyana is not pleased. She crosses her arms.

Colossus has posed:
"Perhaps next time," Piotr agrees gamely to Scott, the smile surfacing. He doesn't release Illyana's hand, but does scoot back enough to snare the back of a chair with his other, and drag it to pull it under him to sit at her bedside.

"I am glad you are here; even if it came with a... difficult event to bring you back," Piotr says to Illyana firmly. He doesn't revert into Russian, since Scott is present. "If he feels as I do, then he wants to support you only," he says, more gently to her mumble, non-confrontational. It's purely a mild assistance. He is not really defending or pushing either way.

"But now, we heal." Firm statement. That is what is happening. Piotr's breed of stubbornness: protective.

Cyclops has posed:
Once the bandage has been replaced on his ribs, the nurse rises to her feet and stares at Scott intently, then simply turns and walks off to replace all of the supplies in the cabinet. Scott shakes his head after her and tugs his shirt down over his stomach, then pushes himself away from the exam table with a glance back over at Piotr and Illyana.

He takes a few steps over towards the pair of them but keeps his distance, especially after he ribbed Illyana a little. Enough to visible annoy her. "I'm only concerned for you, Illyana. I don't want to see you get hurt any more." He reaches over and claps his hand against Piotr's shoulder and looks at him, "I'll leave you two be. Let me know if there's anything I can do."

Magik has posed:
Looking from Scott to Piotr, Illyana softens. She doesn't understand why, but his presence does something to her that relaxes her mood. "I know, and I am grateful to this family for that," she replies, shooting Scott a softer glance and returning it back to her brother. "But--" Piotr takes her first word and runs with it in his own stubborn way. Illyana concedes.

She settles her head against the pillow of her bed once more, staring at the ceiling. Her expression is not one of anger or frustration, despite her earlier words. Blue eyes follow Scott from the examining table to Piotr's side, noting his words of concern. "Thank you," Illyana replies simply.

Colossus has posed:
Piotr does not answer Scott verbally: he doesn't need to, really. He extends a natural smile to Scott in response to the touch to his shoulder. Piotr is calm, stable: and trying to be those things for Illyana, and his team, always.

He relaxes next to Illyana's bed, but then his wish to assist brings up a new angle. "You are not eating, are you," Piotr says, a softened tease in the tone. "Tell me what to bring," he asks her, similarly no-nonsense as before, but kind. It comes only from his desire to take care of her. He starts to rise, the giant man getting up from the low chair, though he has not released her hand.

Cyclops has posed:
As Scott turns to leave, he gives Piotr another pat on the shoulder and nods down at Illyana. He knows she's frustrated and doesn't want to do anything to exascerbate the situation so he'll take his leave. Before he can get too far, the nurse comes walking back towards him, "Excuse me, Mr. Summers. May I have a word?"

Scott's head drops as he pauses and then turns to face her. She smiles in his direction and then turns to step into her office and Scott moves to follow her. Once they step into her office, the door closes and Scott takes a seat.

Magik has posed:
Ever watchful, Illyana looks on at Piotr and Scott's interactions. There is no denying that there is a bond quite different than ordinary associates form. No, they consider themselves a family, and Illyana understood what that meant having her own brother act similarly. It is refreshing to see everyone taking care of each other in that regard, unlike Limbo, where Illyana is the focus.

This much is evident in Piotr's words and actions, standing to his feet in order to get her something to eat. His gentle, no-nonsense tone does not escape Illyana, and she ponders for a couple seconds. "Some fruit would be nice, brother," she replies, her smile brighter than ever. Almost immediately, Piotr kisses her hand and is out the door of the Medical Bay.

Settling in the bed, Illyana looks at all the equipment around her. Some made noises, others display numerous that went misunderstood, and there are even those that Illyana is more familiar with, like the stethoscope. Her eyes wander, eventually falling on Scott and the nurse in her office. A part of her wonders what they are discussing and the more devious part wants to find out. Concentrating, Illyana closes her eyes and her astral form erupts from her body and flies into the office, eavesdropping on their conversation.

Cyclops has posed:
When Illyana projects her astral form into the nurse's office, she'll hear him being mildly reprimanded for trying to clean his own wound. At this point, Scott's expression suggests that this isn't the first time she's caught him trying to tend to his own injuries and it certainly isn't the first time she's lectured him about not doing so. She also asks what happened that caused him, Illyana, and Boris to be injured. Knowing the sensitivity of the issue and not wanting to make matters worse for anyone involved, he answers as vaguely as possible. Training exercise mishap. These things happen. While it is a school first and foremost, it is also the headquarters of a combat-ready team and people get hurt. He'll see to it personally that it happens less.

Once the conversation ends, Scott rises to his feet, straightens his shirt, and heads towards the door. He pulls her door shut behind him as he steps back into the med bay, noticing that Piotr is gone. He looks over at Illyana and offers her a reassuring smile.

Magik has posed:
Scott's smile almost goes unnoticed as Illyana's astral form returns to her body, opening her eyes with a full breath of air. A part of her wants to allow the man to leave, but she heard his vague responses to the nurse, and felt like she could trust the man. "Mr. Summers," Illyana said, motioning for him to approach. She sits upright when he gets close enough and waits for the right moment to speak. There is hesitation in her delivery, but it comes out.

"You are a good man. My brother has a lot of respect for you, I can see that clearly." She pauses. "I must apologize for my comments earlier, for you were just trying to help. I seemed to have forgotten those moral standards you all seem to enjoy from being a student here. It has been so long."

Cyclops has posed:
At the sound of his name, Scott slows his pace towards the exit and peers over at Illyana. He turns and walks in her direction, stopping at the chair Piotr had been using, resting his hand on the back and leaning his weight against it.

When he listens to her apology, he manages to feel a slight tinge of guilt soaking through his body. He had teased her a bit by revealing her intent to investigate yesterday's disturbance to her brother. He knowingly annoyed her even though it was ultimately for her own good. He purses his lips and steps over the chair and takes a seat at her bed side. "You don't owe me an apology. I can't imagine what you've been through and what you are going through." He glances over his shoulder to make sure Piotr wasn't sneaking back intot he room, "You are entitled to your own life and to have secrets from your brother." He turns to glance back at her, "But your safety is too important."

Magik has posed:
He could say that again; not many people went through the traumatizing experiences Illyana had gone through. All at the ripe age of seven years old. She should have been in Elementary School learning rudimentary math instead of having her soul stripped of her body and turned into Bloodstones. But those were thoughts Illyana pushes to the side, considering Scott before her.

"I have been through more than you could fathom," Illyana begins, "but it is those experiences why my safety is not of importance. These students, this school even, is more important than my life. Trust me when I say that I will survive anything thrown in my direction. But I refuse to allow my uncontrollable actions hurt those that I care about, or those I don't even know." Poor Boris, even though she hadn't thought about him until now.

Most of Illyana's words are spoken truths, and others were blatant lies, but she knows that the human heart is a fickle, emotional thing - especially when children are involved. With the manipulation formed, Illyana goes in for the kill. "That being said, I will reach out to you if and when I need your help. You will be the last resort, but understand that you will be a resort. Fair?"

Cyclops has posed:
Scott leans back against his chair and crosses one leg over the other, resting his hands in his lap as he listens to Illyana speak. He's many things, but he's not naiive. He also isn'ta mind reader, so he isn't capable of telling what is and isn't truth. He also has no real reason to suspect that she's not being entirely truthful. Maybe it's the sweet exchange between her and her brother, or maybe it's just his nature.

Offering a nod in response, Scott knows that he has no ability to stop her from doing what she wants aside from captivity. And even that wouldn't stop her. "It's all I can ask for, Illyana. And I appreciate it."

Magik has posed:
Responding to Scott's nod with one of her own nods, Illyana lies back against the upright medical bedding. Despite the room being a hospital, of sorts, it seems very home-like because of the lighting. The flowers to the side help, with Illyana turning just enough to take in the fresh smell of them.

"Other than me making a grand entrance back to the mansion," Illyana begins, "how are things here? Are most of the instructors still around? Also, what day is it?" An odd last question, but time never seems to be on her side.

Cyclops has posed:
Scott's demeanor becomes a bit more relaxed now that they've put the formalities behind them. His posture softens and he tilts his head as he watches the young woman, "I've only just returned myself." He shrugs briefly, "Everything has been relatively normal since I got back, though." Although based on what he's heard from a number of the students things aren't exactly normal. Vampire attacks, students being shot in the head, likely a wide variety of things he doesn't even know about at this point.

He turns his eyes back to her with a smile, "Based on some of the things I've heard about lately your return isn't too unusual. But the other instructors are all present and accounted for, I believe."

Magik has posed:
A blonde brow rises after Scott mentions he has just returned to the mansion.

"You were here before I left six months ago," Illyana says. She looks up at nothing in particular as she rummages through her thoughts, confirming that he was at the mansion at the time. Bringing her gaze to fall back on Scott once more, she says, "I didn't think you took vacations, Mr. Summers. No offense."

Tilting her head, the Russian is intrigued by the dynamic of the mansion since she left. "If my return does not categorize as unusual, this new class of students must be as exciting as ever." She grins at that, releasing a low laugh. "I guess six months is a long time for things to remain the same."

Cyclops has posed:
He doesn't take vacations. At least willingly. But when Charles demands you take some time off to cope with stress you don't have much of a choice. And to be honest, the 2 month break gave him a fresh perspective on the chaos around the institute. He idly wonders if things were always like this before he left. Probably.

He grins slightly at her comment and nods, "It's not very common." The vacation thing. "As far as the state of things, I believe it's just been a fairly exciting couple of weeks." Atypical.

He offers her another reassuring smile and tilts his head to the side a bit, "But that's none of your concern. We're working on it." He reaches out and pats his hand against the edge of the bed she's lying in, "You just worry about satisfying your brother's worry."

Magik has posed:
"He is the best big brother anyone could ask for," Illyana says. The thought gives her a good sensation; she feels protected around Piotr because that is his nature. But it isn't hers, which makes the interactions an experience. "And a great X-Man, I hear." She didn't actually know because her first day on the mansion grounds has been occupied by her sitting in bed all day.

"Yes, well, I am about to cut that short soon," she says. "I'm fine now, and have been fine for hours now. I'm going to start moving around soon."

Cyclops has posed:
If she's going to start moving around, soon is the best option. Really any time when Piotr isn't around if she ever wants to leave the medical bay. He doesn't doubt that Piotr would probably prefer her to stay here in relative safety for the rest of her life at this point. Illyana would love that.

Scott rises to his feet and straightens his shirt, glancing down at Illyana with a nod, "He is." He then turns and makes his way towards the nurse's office again, "Excuse me for a moment, please." He gives her door a few taps with his knuckle and pushes the door open and pokes his head in. Their voices are muffled but they only speak for a moment before Scott nods and tugs the door closed and walks back towards Illyana.

He just checked on Illyana's status from the nurse. According to her, the girl is fine and while she should take it easy for a while just to be safe, she is cleared to leave the infirmary. "I'd tell you that you're free to go but I have a feeling it's not my choice." He thumbs over his shoulder towards the nurse's office, "She says you're fine, if that makes a difference."

Magik has posed:
"It doesn't," Illyana replies, jokingly. "But thank you for at least asking before I disappeared. I... was simply going to walk out... after Piotr brings me the fruit, of course." She giggles at that, figuring he would be back soon.

"Now that you are back, will you be returning to the X-Men and teaching?"

Cyclops has posed:
Scott responds with a nod. Almost one of relief. The last thing they need is a sibling argument after everything else that's happened today. Her admission of just walking out does elicit a slight grin, though. He appreciates the rebelliousness.

"I'll be leading the team on missions again," he says finally. Folding his arms behind his back and grasping his wrist as he shifts his weight, he inclines his head briefly, "I'll also be assuming a leadership role with the New Mutants to give Emma some support." He watches her for a moment after the mention of the New Mutants. Now isn't the time, but perhaps sometime in the near future he may approach her about being involved with the team. "And teaching geometry among other special classes."

Magik has posed:
Illyana takes notice of Scott's glance at her after mention of the New Mutants. She returns him a similar expression, almost as if she is declining the idea before it forms. While Illyana missed the school and its operations, she had already surpassed her time on any teams. Old enough to make her own decisions, the Russian's focus is elsewhere in the city, state, or dimension.

"You're a busy man again. That should be good for you," she says, nodding her head and picturing Scott getting back into the feel of things. "It won't take you long to get back to it, I'm sure. You are a decently intelligent man from what I have seen."

Cyclops has posed:
A decently intelligent man. Scott arches a brow slightly at the comment and shrugs as he considers the statement. He's worked hard to get where he is and if you ask him he certainly deserves it. He knows she's being polite. But she is right. Being busy again is good for him. He's in his element when he has something to do every minute of every day. He appreciates a routine.

He also notices her staring blankly back at him after the mention of the New Mutants and derives her answer from it without having to ask. That doesn't mean he's giving up on having her join the team. He'll convince her yet. Just not now. "Speaking of which," he says as he raises an arm and glances down at his watch, "I'm already late." He had only meant to step in and spend about 5 minutes cleaning his wound. He purses his lips together and nods back to Illyana, "Welcome home, Ms. Rasputin. Let me know if you need anything."

Magik has posed:
"Da," Illyana replies in Russian. "Thank you, Mr. Summers, enjoy your day."

Illyana settles back onto the medical bed, pressing a button to lower its upright position a bit. She would still be able to see Piotr's bright smile when he arrives with her fruit. Welcome home indeed.