9553/A visitor for Andrea

A visitor for Andrea
Date of Scene:	12 October 2019
Location:	Medical Lab - X-Men Base
Synopsis:	A visit to Andrea in the medbay finds that patients don't always have patients, but Andrea is healing well.
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Rage, Cannonball, Triage

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Nightingale has posed:
     It felt more strange than it should, for Shannon to be slipping into the med bay under her own power. But, stranger things have happened, right? She's in her white t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers, and carries a small ruby glass vase with a mix of daisies, carnations, baby's breath, and varied other wildflowers blossoming in cheerful profusion.

     "Hey there... feel up to some company?" She grins a little bit at Andrea, wiggling a wing at her in lieu of waving, as she has her hands full of the vase.

Rage has posed:
Settled in her bed at the time being, Andrea is a mess of angry and loud bruises upon her face and across her body, which thankfully is covered by her t-shirt and a sheet. She is texting away on her phone with her parents with rapid pops of her thumbs along the glass. Looking upwards, she gives an upward nod of her head. "Hey Shannon. Sure. If you want. Are you doing okay?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon pulls a stool over to Andrea's bedside, and a little rolling table, which she sets the vase down on. "Yeah, my injuries were pretty minor, Triage got those after he took care of you. I owe all of us a feast now, to help him refuel. But never mind that... how are you feeling?" She slides onto the stool with a little smile, keeping her tone light and teasing. "Are we going to have to put a nameplate on one of these beds for you too, now?"

Rage has posed:
"Nah. I don't plan on staying down here too much longer. Just until the nurse clears me. I am fine. I just feel like a walking eggplant right now, but it'll pass in a day or so if I was to shift." Andrea says as she puts her phone off to the side, face down. She pushes herself up to a sitting position, huffing loudly as she winces. "Got plans today?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon shakes her head. "Hadn't thought that far ahead. Feels kind of nice to say that for a change. Seems like I just might have talked Triage into staying on for a while, so there's something of a relief watch." The sigh of relief that escapes her betrays just how welcome that development is, and hints at how badly needed it is as well. "Things aren't meant to be with Bean, so..." She shrugs a little, and smiles. "Still wound up with a bestie out of the whole thing, and I still plan to finish that song."

Rage has posed:
"Oh. Well, that sucks." Andrea says as she rolls out of the bed, tugging her shirt down a bit to cover the black and purple swelling along her body. Deep red marks are along her arms that have scabbed over and begun to flake away. "Plenty of fish in the sea. You'll find someone I'm sure. Someone that will treat you like gold."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon lets out a bit of a snort and shakes her head. "Got pretty serious doubts about that, but eh." She frowns a little bit, and moves to intercept Andrea. "Hey... I'm no nurse, but you said you hadn't been cleared yet..."

Rage has posed:
"I'm technically cleared, I guess. They just wanted to do one last peek at me, then kick me out." Andrea says as she steps into some fuzzy slippers that was next to her bed so that her feet don't freeze. "But you shouldn't have doubts about it. You're hot, and you got wings. Mutant boys eat that up."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon rests one hand gently on Andrea's shoulder, and tries to guide her back to the bed. "Trust me, I know it's a pain in the ass to stay put. Cannonball's joked about putting a nameplate on that bed over there for me, I wind up in here that much. But it really is for the best. Let them do their job instead of having to chase you down? Please? Besides," Here, her voice takes on a little bit more of a teasing tone. "...you'll just get to have folks fuss over you for a little while. I'd milk it."

She rolls her eyes a little bit and snorts. "I'd rather have boys fall for what's inside, not the wings or the face."

Rage has posed:
"Yeah, well, you go out of your way to make sure you're in this place. You seem to kinda like it. I don't enjoy hospitals and I'm not bleeding." Andrea says as she hobbles over to her clothes to start shucking them on. No more gown for her. She has swishy sport shorts and a t-shirt to throw on. "And I hate it when people fuss over me. I have a million people fuss over me when I'm at work, and here, is the one place I can not be fussed over. Also, guys don't care about your inside. They wanna fall for your outside first and if the inside is awesome, that's a bonus. Boys don't get better about that until they're in their twenties and even then, it's mostly the same. They're just more suave about it." She gives her slippers a few more squeaks as she walks around on them. "Triage is cute. So is Brian. But regardless, I'm sure you'll have boys falling all over you soon enough."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon rolls her eyes, and looks down at her hands. "I'm not exactly thrilled with the hand I was dealt here. I wish to hell my gift had turned out more like Triage, or Elixir's. But it didn't. It sucks, and I have to deal with the hand I was dealt. Now if y'all would stop getting hurt, I wouldn't have to wind up in here so much. But ya know what? It's worth it when I do, because I give a damn about my friends. You guys are what makes it worth it." She cracks a bit of a smile at the mention of Triage. "And thank god I've got a relief watch now. Don't have to do it all alone any more. That's going to keep me out of here a little while."

Rage has posed:
"Well, I didn't want to get hurt, but I didn't want to see you guys devoured either." Andrea says as she looks amused at her. "So, I made a choice to become a pincushion for an adamantium monster."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon crosses her arms and she puts herself in between Andrea and the door to the medbay. "And now you know why I wind up in here as much as I do. It's either wind up in here, or see my friends hurt worse than they deserve to be. So please... PLEASE... just stay put a little while longer? As for boys falling all over me... forgive my skepticism there."

Shannon's planted herself in between Andrea and the medbay door, the other girl dressed in a pair of fuzzy slippers, swishy sport shorts, and a t-shirt instead of a hospital gown. It's almost like David going up against Goliath, but the winged girl holds her ground.

Rage has posed:
Plucking her phone up off the table, Andrea taps her thumbs along the glass a few times. "I need to pee, Shannon. You gonna stop me from doing that or am I gonna have to lift my leg and do it old school on a fire hydrant or something?" She says with irritation creeping up into her voice. She looks like she has another comment that is crawling up her throat, but she slams it down with a low huff.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon sighs softly and has to step aside. "Look... I'm sorry. But whether you believe it or not, I do care about you. And the less I have to see you in here the better." A tear trickles down her cheek, her wings drooping as she stands aside.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie had been down to check on patients earlier in the day, and he has a bi of free time, he decided to come back down see if anyone was still layed up or if the healers had them all bright eyed and bushy tailed

Rage has posed:
"Shannon, I'm not sure if you're on the rag or something, but holy cow, pull your shit together. I just want to take a piss. Until you've had your bladder regenerated from being lacerated, you won't know what it's like." Andrea says with a frustrated tone in her throat as she ambles for the bathroom, eyes rolling upwards. She looks agitated now, nose scrunched up.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon sighs and just steps back, staying near the door, her arms crossed. She glances up at Sam and smiles a little bit. "Hey... should probably get going before caring about someone lands me in it up to my hip." She says nothing more, leaving Andrea alone for the moment.

Triage has posed:
Triage strolls into the medbay, carrying a large cup of fresh coffee, only to find Andrea on her way out of the bed and Shannon backing away from the same station. With a quick glance, he can see the tension in their faces. Then he sees Sam. Guessing that the teacher might be objective, he asks, "Did I arrive in time to treat more injuries or at least stop a fight?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie shrugs a bit and looks over, and says "ah was coming in to see how they were doing and if they were cleared for heading out or not." Ah only beat ya in here by a couple minutes." He looks to the two girls and says "I think if the Doc says it ok you two may want to head to your seperate corners."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon sighs and runs her fingers through her hair. "I was cleared last night, Sam. Came down here to visit Andrea and bring her some flowers, and it looked like she was checking herself out. Didn't say if someone else had been in to see her or not so I tried to get her to stay put. It didn't go well."

Triage has posed:
"She was asleep when I was last here," Triage explains. "I guess that her bladder woke her. I'll check with staff to see if she was awake at any time." Then he glances to Shannon before adding, "I don't know if she's well enough but if she really wants to leave, I don't have the authority to stop her."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "I was in here checking on her ealier, she seemed to be doing ok, was hungry brought her food down."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and rubs her temples slightly. "I should get out of here, then. She's annoyed enough as it is. Crap... why does giving two shits about someone have to blow up in my face like that?" She closes her eyes and takes a few breaths, her shoulders slumping. "Guess I still owe you a feast, Triage... and you too, Sam, if you haven't eaten already?"

Triage has posed:
"Hunger is usually a good sign," Triage notes. "I've not helped her as a patient before yesterday but if she wants to go, what can we do?" He shrugs. Then he looks to Shannon. "You need a walk and some fresh air. Then, if you want to organize a dinner, that would be welcome." He grins.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to her and says "I could eat, I am going to check on a few things but should be free in a bit." He will tell her.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon nods, and smiles some. "Well, that settles it. Feast in the kitchen, we'll see if there's the fixings for some mac 'n cheese, or some french toast with scrambled eggs and sausage." She ambles off towards the kitchen, more than glad to be away from the medbay for a little while.