9426/Hospital visitor for Fred

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Hospital visitor for Fred
Date of Scene: 04 October 2019
Location: Metropolis Hospital
Synopsis: Fred receives a visit from Hank McCoy of the XMen, who calls in his friend Shannon. Shannon's healing powers are used to take Fred's VERY severe injuries, but now Shannon has taken those injuries on herself.
Cast of Characters: Winifred Burkle, Beast, Nightingale




Winifred Burkle has posed:
Fred is hooked up to a lot of machines. Her room is also filled with an inordinate amount of flowers, and she's received a lot of visits from the kids she saved. She's also managed to hear some shouting outside her window from people swearing up and down to 'get her for this.' But overall, the love and support she's gotten from the community means she's not especially worried...and on top of that, doctors told her Superman flew her in himself and said 'take care of my friend here'. So for all the vitriol being shouted at her from certain ungrateful crowd members, she feels more safe than not.

The downside, of course, is that her injuries are extensive, and they had to use tech from the very latest advancements to preserve her body from permanent damage. And most of the labor for healing her was straight up donated by various sources. Still, she has some healing to do.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy has to be careful about this. Having read the reports, he does some digging, and finds out where the victim of the attack is being treated. Coming into the building discreetly, he makes it as difficult as possible for anyone to know he's coming to visit her. But he makes it into her door, knocking and peeking inside. "Good afternoon. May I come in?"

Winifred Burkle has posed:
Fred is considerably less pale now, and says, "Hmmm? Oh, sure." There's still shouting down below of various vitriol. They can't seem to decide if she's a traitor to humankind, or if she's secretly a mutant and everyone's falsifying tests. In general, the 'traitor' group seems to have more traction than the conspiracy theorists.

She has a sweet, southern accent, and, "You're here to visit me too? I'm Fred. I'm a physicist, but everyone keeps calling me a hero or a traitor or a political football, and I'm not sure what I am anymore. Except a physicist."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy nods. "I'm Hank McCoy. I'm a biophysicist and biochemist by training. But I'm here becuase you saved some kids who remind me a lot of my students. Kids whose neighborhood I spend a lot of time in, working with them and their families. I wanted to thank you, and ask if there was anything I could do for you."

Winifred Burkle has posed:
Fred does look down at her arm, and says, "Well, I'm healing along pretty well, the doctor says, but if ya'll could do anything to help with that? I know there's technology in the medical field I didn't study so much." Left to heal naturally, at the very LEAST there'd be massive scarring, and the doctors would be working a small miracle to give her full use of her arm again.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy shakes his head and approaches. "Well I do know some people who might be able to give you a rapid recovery. But I'll be blunt: It would mean even greater associations with mutants. Are you okay with that, or are you looking to put us behind you?"

Winifred Burkle has posed:
Fred considers that...she hears the anger downstairs, from some. She also heard the praise from others. And looks up the ceiling, and says, "I've been thinking about that. I had to live an an alternate dimension called Pylea for years. In that world, humans were 'cows' and expected to perform as slaves while wearing bomb collars that'd blow your head clean off. I managed to disable my collar and escaped, and hid in caves for years. Until I was saved. I wasn't saved by a human though, I was saved by a vampire named Angel. And one of my other friends is a Pylean named Lorne who owns his own nightclub and hates his homeworld."

So she extends her good hand towards Hank, "...I'd be dead if it weren't for nonhumans helping me. I'm proud to work with you."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy gently shakes Fred's hand, and smiles. "Thanks. Give me a moment and let me contact someone who can help you. I can't promise she will. Her abilities are her own, and not mine to promise. But I will ask." He then nods to her and steps aside, sending Shannon a message. "The person injured by the Sentinels is hurt bad and needs help. If you're willing, please come to <hospital in Metropolis> to assist her."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon's just back in her dorm room for the afternoon, relaxing and practicing some familiar tunes on her piano. It had been a good night, with a smile still plastered on her face at the mere thought of it. Things had gone very well with Bean, and she would be grinning for days to come. The tune that flowed from her fingertips was a lighthearted one...

     ...at least until the message from Mr. McCoy comes in. The notes fade to silence as she withdraws her phone from her pocket and reads through the message. A few various soft oaths in different languages that would get her a rebuke from most any teacher spill from her lips, and she taps out a quick reply. <<En route. ETA 15-20 minutes, top flight speed.>>

Winifred Burkle has posed:
Fred considers..."I've had the TV on in here, while I've been recovering. And I noticed what the military said too. They went out of their way to point version 1 of the Sentinels were being deactivated as a result of what happend to me. ...But if they're pointing out a version 1, that means there's probably a version 2. I really don't want to see more efficent murderbots out there trying to kill children like that. I don't suppose there's anything ya'll can do to make sure there are no version 2s?"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy gets the message. "Shannon is coming. She'll be here shortly. And, well, long story short, I'm going to do my best. But I don't know yet what the version 2s are, or how they're made. but I'm going to talk to T... people I know, and come up with a plan."

Nightingale has posed:
     As Shannon nears the hospital, she is far from blind to the protests on both sides. For a few moments, at least, she wings her way higher into the air, to stay out of immediate sight of the crowds gathered in front of the hospital. This was not good. The venom and hatred coming from the crowd was almost palpable, even from up in the sky, where just echoes of their shouts and oaths poisoned the air. Great. She was bound to give Mr. McCoy white hairs prematurely if she wound up getting hurt coming in--not to mention Bean and Sam would likely have more than a few choice words for her.

     Thankfully, there was a rooftop entrance. Who it was meant for, she had no idea, but given the locale, she could hazard a guess. A small smile curls the corners of her mouth upwards as she descends towards the roof, thankfully escaping notice of the protestors. On a sunny day like this, white wings blended into the skyscape far more easily than a red cape. Checking her phone again, she finds somewhat more discreet ways to make it to Fred's room, tapping on the door. "Mr. McCoy?" She peeks in the door with a small smile. "Came as soon as I could."

Winifred Burkle has posed:
Now that's something this Southern girl had never seen before. "...Wow. You know an angel, Hank?" Pause..."Or is it a bird? I can't really tell the difference between bird wings and angel wings, they look so similar, and I never found a book that detailed the difference, though there must be one, and..." She's rambling a little bit, trying to figure out if this is a celestial being, or a mutant, or an alien, or something else. However, she's genuinely curious, as if there's more to this world than she ever saw before. Her eyes are kind of lit up like it's Christmas or something.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy chuckles. "Fred, Shannon. Shannon here is a student of mine." Then looking to Shannon. "I've asked her here to see if she's willing to take a look at your injuries, especially your arm. I'll leave you two to it." He then goes to sit, and observe.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon laughs softly, slipping inside and closing the door. "Not the first time I've been called an angel, but no. I'm a mutant." She pulls a chair over to Fred's bedside and sits down, turning slightly to the side and extending one wing towards her. She takes care not to knock about any IV's or machinery to which Fred is hooked up. "It's okay, you can look if you want. It's kind of nice to have someone just... curious for a change. Only ever seen that once before."

While Fred is indulging her curiosity in Shannon's wings, she does a quick visual assessment of her injuries. "Has Mr. McCoy told you anything about my gifts at all?"

Winifred Burkle has posed:
Fred, with her good right hand, does take the proffered wing, and examines the feathers, and, "...Wow, they are bird feathers, the primary and secondary feathers using the Bernouili effect to propel you through the air and..." Hmmm? Gifts? "You mean you can do more things than fly? I wish the kids I'd been helping were so lucky, they might've gotten away from the murderbots faster."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy pulls out his phone. Checking the new s on the sentinels as Shannon gets to work. "I didn't say anything. I left it to you to explain and share or not, Shannon. It's not my place to promise on your behalf."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon glances over at Hank and just smiles. "You know my gifts, and I know you wouldn't call like that unless the need was great. So how could I not help?" Teachers. Heh. She chuckles softly, and turns back to Fred, gently withdrawing her wing from the woman's grasp.

"Yes. The wings actually came in later. But the first of my gifts to manifest a couple years ago when I was fourteen, was healing. In essence, when I touch someone, I can absorb their injuries as if they were my own." She holds up her hand to forestall questions for the moment. "My own healing is also accelerated to a considerable degree. What takes a normal human weeks to heal from, might only take me days. It's up to you whether you are willing to accept this or decline, but I am glad to help, if you allow it."

Winifred Burkle has posed:
Fred looks down at her arm, and then looks back at Shannon, and asks, "You'd really do that for me? Take...all this as your own pain? Wow. That's...a lot more painful, as healing methods go, than what I'm used to hearing about."

Fred pauses, looks down at her arm, looks back at Shannon. "You're sure you can heal from this? I think there might be nerve damage and other tissue damage that won't come back. At least not on me." All the same, "If...you want to help, than I'll accept. Thank you."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy is still seated in a corner of the room, messing with his phone, as Shannon stands at Fred's bedside and does her thing. "We have means of healing Shannon, and she has supernatural healing of her own anyway. She's tough, and very kind to do what she does, but you're not going to cripple her."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles and just shakes her head. "You saved those children. This is the least we can do for you. Besides, I've handled some fairly severe injuries, though this would rank up there. I trust Mr. McCoy to pull me through." She rests her hands lightly atop Fred's injured arm, and closes her eyes. "You'll feel some warmth and tingling from this. If it becomes too intense, then please say so, and if I can't pull away myself, I'll let Mr. McCoy break the connection." Her smile fades as she begins to concentrate, opening her mind and allowing herself to begin to sense the injuries that Fred has suffered.

"It's... extensive, but I'll be alright." There's a soft hiss as she begins to absorb the injuries from the inside out, her color fading in a matter of minutes as the internal injuries are first. Muscles and nerves knit together, bleeding is halted, capillaries and veins repaired as she takes on the hurts of a true hero. That is what Fred is, really... a real hero.

Winifred Burkle has posed:
Fred doesn't disturb the healing process, but she's amazed at pain just...going away. "Wow, I can see muscle being knitted together, blood vessels popping back into existence, hey there's an artery they had to seal off, and there's the joint tendon, and..." Suddenly, she's a little quieter..."...The concussion's fading too. It's a little easier to think." The internal bleeding she can't see, but she's feeling more whole on the inside too.

"...mutant, angel, what's the difference? When you can do this for people, it's all the same thing."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy starts arranging for a way to get Shannon back quickly. Quietly, on his phone, he has a helicopter sent from the insitutte to the pad on top of the building, to rush Shannon off as soon as needed."

Nightingale has posed:
     It's getting a little harder for Shannon to think clearly. But she had to see this through. A soft hiss turns into a choked gasp of pain as the muscles in her arm tear, lacerations opening up and oozing blood from skin that had once been whole. But the worst was done, the internal injuries and the concussion were no longer a problem. Each breath she took was ragged with pain, but she does not pull away. "Almost done..." Her voice is thin, not the silky alto it had been when she arrived, and a few tears trickle down her face. "You'll be out of here very soon."

Winifred Burkle has posed:
At this point, Fred almost wants to hug the woman who's giving so much to see her healed, but now HER arm is ripped to shreds, and her brain hurts, and she's bleeding on the inside, and...well, the closer Fred gets to full health, the closer she gets to being the same woman who nearly gave her life trying to save a small child, and her natural compassion is showing up again. "...Are you sure she'll be okay?"

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy jumps up once Shannon seems done. "She'll be okay. I've arranged for a colleague to bring a helicopter here and rush her to my lab immediately, so that she can get immediate treatment. Fred, take my card. Text me if you'd like to talk later, but for now i'm getting this young lady out of here." He then sweeps Shannon into his arms, and rushes her out of the room, up the stairs to the roof, and to a black helictiper piloted by an Xer.