9329/Get me outta here!

Get me outta here!
Date of Scene:	26 September 2019
Location:	Medical Lab - X-Men Base
Synopsis:	Triage is able to heal the remainder of Shannon's wounds; Sam comes to check on things. Talk of life, and everything, and good humor all around!
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Triage, Cannonball

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Nightingale has posed:
It's no secret that healers make the worst patients. And although this particular one has done her best to be civil, the busy week for her in the medbay has not made for the best of tempers. She might even give a certain gruff Canadian a run for his money! There's some definite grumbling in Shannon's general area as she tries to move her hands, curling and uncurling her fingers, at least partially. That... stung!

Triage has posed:
Triage has been a regular here as well, for different but related reasons. Realizing that the influx of medical emergencies means more work for the staff, he has helped where he could. After a rest and a meal, he returns to the lab to check on things, in time to witness Shannon's attempt to flex her healing limbs. "That's not good," he concludes, bringing a covered tray to Shannon's bed. "I thought that you might like some lunch."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon tries to smile a little, but the frustration keeps it from reaching her eyes. "Thanks. Hey... I'm sorry things shaped up like they did with Jeremy. I should have waited for you." She ducks her head a little bit, a little chagrined. "It... went south real fast." She tries to get her hands on the cover to move it off of the tray, and fumbles it. "Something about him, though... I'm not really quite sure he's who he said he was. Nothing bad, I don't think, but just.. different."

Triage has posed:
When the cover clatters back onto the tray, Chris reaches to lift it for Shannon. "You followed your instinct to heal," he answers. "It's what I would have done if'd not left to store those samples. As for Jeremy ..." He shakes his head. "He has secrets that he wants to keep. You don't need to be a telepath to know that. He said that he wanted to apprentice for that 'Doctor Strange,' whoever he is." While he talks, Chris unwraps the still hot panini for Shannon and slides the cup with straw toward her. "If he won't talk to us, I hope that he'll talk to someone so that we can help him."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods a little bit. "Yeah, he did mention wanting to study with Doctor Strange. But then when we wanted to call him in to look at those samples of that blue gunk, he flipped out. You think someone would jump at the chance to meet someone who meant that much to them. And then he mentioned an interest in mythology, and old stories. Particularly the ones where strangers would show up, ask for help... and depending on the outcome, would either bless or curse whoever helped them." She shrugs a little, fumbling a bit before managing to pick up the panini in her bandaged hands. "Maybe it's nothing, but still..."

Triage has posed:
"What if he panicked because he already met Doctor Strange, and didn't want his prospective teacher to see that he'd fallen into trouble like this?" Chris asks. "The part about the myths is interesting. One thing is sure. Whatever happened to the guy is a mystery. I hope that the goo doesn't cause any permanent problem for you."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon tilts her head and smiles, taking a few moments to enjoy the chicken panini while it's still hot. "Yeah, I guess. Something still feels a little different, though. Guess if it's meant to be, we'll find out." She glances at her hands, trying to flex them again--and at least not dropping her sandwich in the process this time. "The blue stuff didn't get into me. Not sure how, but I'm not going to question it. Just glad I escaped it."

Triage has posed:
Triage glances to Shannon's bandages. "That stuff might not transfer, either because its not something normal, like bruises, that your body can reproduce, or ..." He frowns. "It might be normal for Jeremy, part of his natural biology, like antibodies in us." He sighs. "Unless someone decides that all of this should be a deep, dark secret, I suppose that we'll know soon enough. If they do want to put a lid on it, they should talk to us soon, before other people hear about it through the rumor mill at school. You know how some people are." He sits back in the chair beside Shannon's bed. "If you don't have any of the goo in your system, do you want me to heal your hands?" he offers.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head. "That blue stuff wasn't normal. He said something about a demonic influence." She shrugs a little bit, and smiles some, trying--and failing--to get a grip on the bandages on her hands to peel them off. "If you could... there's still a lot of cuts pretty much everywhere, but some of those are healing up pretty well. The hands took the worst of it. Still have feeling in them... some motion... so I'm hoping the damage isn't permanent."

Triage has posed:
Triage waits for Shannon to finish the sandwich and have a sip from the cup to chase it. Then he scoots his chair forward so that his knees are touching the side of the bed. He smiles warmly. "I'll be glad to help. You know that." He takes each of her hands and gently peels away the bandages to reveal flesh with deep but healing scars that trace the lines of her veins and arteries. He cups her hands in his and closes his eyes, concentrating to spread his own energy into her hands. Tissue begins to regenerate and strengthen as if the damage never happened.

Nightingale has posed:
It chafed her to no end, having to accept help rather than be the one to give it. But Shannon holds still, closing her eyes to see if she can sense just how Chris is managing to heal the scars, and what damage remains. There's no pain in the process, just odd, needle-like little tingles in skin and veins as healthy tissue begins to replace that which would have been scarred for some days yet. "There's times I wish I could heal like that," she murmurs. "But we've all got our own gifts."

Triage has posed:
Triage remains silent for a moment, until he can sense that the job is complete. For him, the job is small compared to others in his recent history. He opens his eyes and exhales. "You can fly," he reminds her with a smile. "Unless I bring my own wheels to the party, I have a short range. That's why I like teams and taking care of each other."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon cracks a small smile, stretching her wings a little bit, though not quite to their full span. "Maybe so, but I can't quite airlift a teammate out yet. But that'll just take training and time." She chuckles, and shakes her head. "Ever since I got here, every single person I've met has been incredibly nice. Even the grouchy-seeming ones. And every new gift I witness is like its own little miracle. I mean... take Doug, for example. He comes down way too hard on himself sometimes, thinking that being able to understand and speak any language--even machine languages--is a pretty lame gift. That's BS. Communication can move mountains. Then there's Samuel... Techno. I've never seen anyone able to understand technology like that, just as if it were you or I understanding an organic being. Plus he's got courage and a big heart under there, to boot. Lorna, with her control over magnetism... you and Josh with your healing... Sam with his flight and that field that forms around him so he doesn't get hurt... miss Munroe with her gift of creating storms..." She laughs and actually smiles. "Yeah, someone said it right. We've definitely got the greatest gathering of minds and gifts going here. Call me a cockeyed optimist, but the difference we could make out there..."

Triage has posed:
"We do," Chris agrees, "and you're part of it. You might not be able to carry someone yet, but you can get to someone that I might not be able to reach. That's important. Samuel also a knack for staying calm, even casual, when trouble comes. I don't know whether it's a mutant power or something else, but it's something that everyone needs to learn. When you have unreal powers, you need unreal control as a balance." Then he nods. "Doug does underestimate himself but I'll take that any day over an egomaniac who thinks that he's God's gift to the world." He points to the cup and invites, "Now, let's see how you handle that. I don't expect any problems but I want to see the results in action before we spring you out of this cage."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and smiles. "Good idea. The rest of these cuts, too... think they're healed enough for nature to take its course, or will you need to work with those, too? I mean, either way, I think I owe you some lasagna. Protein and calcium..." She laughs softly, eyes twinkling. "And an extra mile or three every morning for the next week to work it all off, at least for me." Curling her fingers is much easier this time, and she's got just about full range of motion back in her hands. One after the other, she curls and relaxes each finger, as if she were playing the piano. The cup is easy enough at this point, and she has no trouble picking it up for a sip. "Care for some?"

Triage has posed:
Triage grins while he watches Shannon's tests. "I think that you're ready for escape. If you want a boost to those other cuts, I don't mind healing them." He extends his hand, ready to take the cup. "On the other hand, you might want to keep the cuts to wrangle for sympathy from your boyfriend," he suggests.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon raises her eyebrows. "Boyfriend? That's... complicated. Who did you mean?" She chuckles some, and moves the sheet aside so the rest of the cuts can be taken care of. "They're pretty much all the arms, legs, and chest. You feeling up to that?" Yeah, make that two lasagnas. She had a lot of cooking ahead!

Triage has posed:
Triage grins. "I had a steak, baked potatoes, and a big salad before I came here, just for you." He looks at her legs. "Don't worry. I don't need to touch each wound individually. The body is one big system. But it helps if I'm close. So ..." He places his hands around her calves, just above her ankles, and closes his eyes, again concentrating while the energy flows in a ripple of tingles along her legs.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and holds still as Triage gets to work, feeling the tingling warmth travel through her legs, scars and what open cuts remained sealing, tissue regenerating on all levels. "I did go on one date with someone here.. but there hasn't been any sign of them since. So, I'm not sure what's happening with that. My first--and only--date, and kiss. That was a few good weeks ago now." There's a sigh of relief as the irritation from the wounds subsides, the cuts fading, and then disappearing entirely.

Triage has posed:
Triage eyes the results and smiles. "Soon, you'll be ready to face the next crisis," he predicts. "Now, for the chest." He shifts toward the head of the bed and rests his palms on Shannon's shoulders. Again, he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. The warm, tingling energy flows, knitting severed tissue and mending bruised muscles. Unlike her legs, the damage to her chest requires a longer treatment. Eventually, he opens his eyes, lifts his hands, and steps back. "I'm sorry that you haven't heard from the person. A few generations ago, before our parents were alive, a guy was rude if he didn't call a girl to thank her after a date. If he got a kiss ... " Chris shakes his head. "I didn't think of anyone in particular but I know how it is here. As for complications ..." He shrugs. "Love, or even affection, finds a way. Look at Peter and Kitty."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon the relief in her face is apparent, the tension that seemed to be lingering in her features ever since healing 'Jeremy' fading away as each wound is sealed, as if it had never existed at all. Her wings flutter slightly in an outward expression of the sheer delight the relief from pain brings. "If it's meant to be, it will be. If not... you're right, things like that find a way. Won't be the first heartbreak I've dealt with, but... even those turn out well, sometimes."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes down before having to go to work to check on Shannon. He is dressed in dark dress pants, and a purple dress shirt. He seems to clean up ok. He will knock on the door as he comes in "Everyone decent?" knowing if someone is not they would be behind a curtain, but he is joking around a bit.

Triage has posed:
"Okay!" Chris concludes with a grin. "Now we need to find your *real* clothes. I don't think that you want the kind of attention, or the breeze, that you'd get if you go upstairs in that gown." He looks to an attendant in the lab, who nods in response to the unspoken request for Shannon's gear. Meanwhile, Chris reclaims the tray that he brought. He goes to a receptacle marked 'Recycle' and pitches the wrappers from the panini, and the cup and straw, after he sucks all of its contents through the straw.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon giggles and calls out, "If you call a johnny 'decent'! Just getting sprung from this cage." Visibly relieved as the wounds are healed, she is more than happy to swing her now uninjured legs out of bed and stand--albeit slowly, as she's been off her feet for a couple days. She keeps her back turned away from the gentlemen, and coughs lightly, twirling one finger in the air.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit and will turn around, and says "So, you planning on staying out of here for a bit or should we engrave your name on that bed, and keep a rootbeer next to it?" He will tease a bit, and says "How you doing?" to Chris.

Triage has posed:
"I'm very well, especially now that things seem to be settling closer to normal," Chris answers. His back is already to the bed, but he looks to one side for that attendant. The guy finally emerges from an anteroom, carrying two tote bags with Shannon's things. Chris hitches his thumb over his shoulder, urging the guy to take the bags to Shannon's bed. "I hope that we don't need to see this place for a while, but given how things have been lately, I wouldn't bet on it."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles with relief and thanks the attendant for keeping her things aside. It looks as if someone might have gone to her dorm while she was stuck in the medbay, because there is a fresh change of clothes inside. The t-shirt and jeans that she wore during the healing of 'Jeremy' show some attempt at cleaning, but it looks as if both might have to be discarded or recycled into something else. "Damn, and I just got those jeans, too!" There's some rustling as she changes into something else, which hopefully will suit for indoor wear, given the cooling season. "I'm decent!"