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Henry McCoy	Junior classman mail strikes again. 'Shannon, could you meet me in the welness office, when you're done for the day - Doctor McCoy' is simple and to the point, so it can't be misconstrued in any way. Simple messages, right? Simple instructions. But for all of that, this might not be an easy situation! Doctor McCoy is sat at one of the desks in the former trophy room, with several packages of dressing set up nearby to him, normal saline in a sterile bottle, a sterile dressing tray and his sleeve rolled up to the bicep on the left side. His forearm is covered in a bandage that is slightly yellowish in patches, where whatever is beneath has seeped out through its dressings. He's peeking at the moment under the edge, with a wrinkle-nosed expression.
Shannon	Junior classman mail finds Shannon just changing out of her 'bumblebees', favoring a loose, wide-legged pair of black cotton pants, a black tank top, and her daisy-toe flip-flops. The last call from Dr. McCoy had proven interesting, to say the least. Mentally, she thanked the foresight of having a supper that was protein-rich--something told her it was likely to be needed.      By the looks of things as she slipped into the Wellness Office, she may not be wrong. One eyebrow lofts, and she retrieves a hair tie from her little brown leather bag, twisting her hair up into a bun and slipping the tie into place, to keep it all out of her face. "What happened, Dr. McCoy?" she finally asks, after taking a quick look at the situation. As she nears the desk, she begins sniffing the air, glancing at the bandage. Was that a more sickly yellow, or a cleaner hue that might simply bespeak slower healing?
Henry McCoy	Ther isn't the pungeant smell of an infection, so the chances are that it is simply leaking plasma. Looking up to the door a moment before it opens, Hank smiles at Shannon and looks back at the bandage. "A long sleeve shirt can hide a multitude of sins, at Prom. This happened a few days ago, clearing out a hungry ghost out of china town, in Manhattan. Ther was a ghost, it breathed napalm, ther isn't really much more of a story than that. It will heal, but I thought this might be good practice for your ongoing efforts, Shannon." He beckons her closer, setting his elbow down outside of the sterile field and gestures to the accoutremens. "You also get to be the first aider and show me sterile technique, whilst you do it. Third degree burn, so at the moment, I can't feel much of anything, so you can poke at it a bit, when you look if you would like. For the sake of practice and experience."
Shannon	Shannon's other brow lofts when she hears of the injury, and its nature. "Third degree burn, and all it's doing is oozing plasma? You're very fortunate for those regenerative capabilities." For the moment, the young woman does avail herself of gloves, after scrubbing her hands well at the sink nearby.      A light smile curls her lips upwards as she settles down on the stool opposite the big, blue, fuzzy form of her mentor, reaching to gently cradle the non-bandaged portion of his forearm in her left hand. As she begins to slowly peel the bandage away, she does her best to not disturb any tissue that has already healed, gingerly plucking up the edges of the bandage bit by bit. "Aside from the bandage, what have you already done for the wound?" she asks, keeping her tone calm.      The bandage does not initially detach easily, and her brows furrow. Okay, plan B. Letting Dr. McCoy's forearm rest upon the desk, she reaches for a gauze pad, soaking it in the saline rather than waste the whole bottle at once, using the gauze pad as a sponge to gently loosen the bandage.
Henry McCoy	"Water gel dressing, debrided when the initial dressing was laid and single side burn gauze pads, so that they do not stick too badly. Broad spectrum antibiotics, as it went to deep tissue and silver nitrate bandages to help promote the healing. I've been keeping it dry since then, cooling carefully with cold packs every four hours. But yes, without regeneration, this would have required a graft and immediate medical attention." It does come off, inch by steady inch, but plasma is sticky as is blood and slough from the healing site. Without the single side coated burn gauze it would have stuck firm. The burn is obviously healing and would be considered borderline second degree by now, with redness around the edge, slough in the wound, blistering outside of it and the white appearance of new tissue in the crater. It's bled some too, as blood vessels begin regrowing and the collagen strands have begun pulling the tissue edges together, where he had to cut off the dead flesh. "So what I want you to do, is dress it appropriately, check if it needs further debriding, gently wash and swab and then, as you did with my cut... to think hard about make it feel better, without actually reaching out to take it."
Shannon	"It wouldn't be the first time I've taken burns like this," Shannon replies, chuckling a little bit. "I'll never forget when you called me in to help Winifred Burkle, and she had burns like this -all- over. Oh, man, when Logan got wind of it, he was down in the medbay like a hurricane, and it's the one and only time he's ever really chewed me out." She shakes her head a bit. "Learned a harsh lesson about setting boundaries for myself that day... and also learned about confusing Bunsen burners with German, ahem... vernacular for other earthy activities."      As she's talking, Shannon is lightly sponging the edges of the bandage until it can be peeled away completely, disposed of in the proper biohazard container. She reaches over to the desk lamp, turning it so the light can better illuminate the wounded area. "Hmmm. Blistering's not too bad, and it looks like there's some good, clean tissue coming in over most of it."      As she works, she gently uses a bit of gauze and saline to clean the area, dabbing rather than wiping to disturb as little healthy tissue as possible. "Looks like it might still need a little debridement, though. I'm not well-trained enough yet to try cutting at the tissue, but there's still some options left that'd work well with your regenerative gifts."
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy nods to the wound care kit. "There's a scalpel and sterile tweezers in there. It's actually very easy to remove blackened tissue, it doesn't want to stay attached. Like barbequed meat, charred at the edges, it's very easy to remove, then swab. You need to do these things, eventually. You just need to make sure you don't contaminate your sterile fields." Beast listens though, nodding a little to the blistering of a different kind that she'd received. "We don't want you to take it. We already know you can do that, so we're going to promote it. I waited until now to summon you, as we've a very simple judge as to whether it works-- by my guage, this wound is approximately due to become second degree, with the healing process so if your gift works, I should -start- to feel it. This is why I also brought lidocaine." He grins at that, wryly, because damn that is going to be uncomfortable.
Shannon	"He wasn't speaking too kindly of you that day. Be glad you weren't in there." Shannon chuckles a little bit, shaking her head. "Only seems to blast the ones he gives a damn about, so I figured to take it in and actually try to listen."      The winged healer in training purses her lips slightly, lines appearing between beetled brows. It was plain she did not like this option at all, but the good doctor was right. Sooner or later, she'd have to do it anyways--better it be under more controlled circumstances like this one.      With a little flick of her eyebrows, she nods, looking for and finding a small chuck pad to settle down on the desk, and rest Dr. McCoy's arm upon it. "The last time I had to use lidocaine on someone, it was Herr Wagner. But his wound was smaller, not quite as extensive as this. I'm not quite sure how best to administer it in a case like yours."
Henry McCoy	"Well, where would you place the needle, to promote pain relief? You can talk yourself through this, you know the location of the brachial nerve, which you'd be wanting to numb the branches of." To be helpful, he points his right thumbclaw above the wound, proximal to the torso, just shy of the elbow. "Like a tree. If you go deep, you'll numb the trunk and the whole of the upper dendrites. If you find the dendrites, shallowly, you'll numb their tips. But you're not going to do either of those things until you've cleaned the wound /and/ tried to promote it. Or we'll defeat the purpose of seeing if your practice has worked, because I won't feel what I was hoping I'd feel if you get it to work, which is /something/. Numb at the moment." He winks at her. "Yeah, Logan has a very choice vocabulary for those he cares about. Less so for those he does not. He's aaah.... taciturn if he doesn't care and has a flambouyant lexicon of insults if he does."
Shannon	"Choice vocabulary. Ha. Grouchy as he is, though, he's not all that bad. Always seems to have a way of cutting through the bullcrap and getting to the heart of things." Shannon sighs lightly, shaking her head as she reaches for the saline first, trickling it over the blackened edges of the burn to loosen the tissue and keep the area clean. "There's a lot of times I wish I could've bugged him at his cabin these past couple years, just to work through some shit. Or really bugged any of you, but stuff gets in the way, ya know? So you get used to holding it all in."      The forceps come into play next, gently holding the blackened tissue steady, while Shannon picks up the scalpel. She has to take a moment to steady her nerves, but soon sets to work, when she sees the exact point where dead tissue pulls away easily, and healthy tissue does not. Tiny little flicking movements make the minute blade in her hand flicker and flash as she works, bit by bit removing the dead tissue all around the edges of the wound, and into the blistered area as well. She does, however, take extra care to -not- break the blisters.
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy watches her with a steady eye, because this is still a teaching exercize also. "Deep steady breath, helps with the shaking of the hand. Rest assured, you can't hurt me right now, even if you do cut a little of the healthy, I can't feel a damn thing and it isn't life threatening. Just focus on the technique. Good..." He glances up then, from wound to nurse-of-the-moment. "Sometimes, the issue in this school is, that despite it being a school, very few of us have any practical training in how to teach children. We are teachers, but not certified. I am, but I can be difficult to follow at times." His glasses slide down his nose a little. "So if you were treating this wound progressively over time, what would you be looking for and what would you be doing each time?"
Shannon	"You're not so hard to follow as you think." Indeed, even as he says it, Shannon is focusing on her breathing, keeping a steady hand, as she continues to debride the burned area. "And you may not be able to feel it right now, but that's still no excuse for me to treat it that way and be ham-handed about it. The next patient might not be so lucky as you with their gifts, or lack of." As the minutes wear on, the wound begins to look healthier, with the gradual, but surprisingly complete removal of the darkened tissue.      Dr. McCoy's question gets her to thinking for a moment, looking down at the area. "Generally, over time, a lot of the care of a burn like this would be keeping the area clean and lightly covered with dressings like you had on, to prevent sticking. Antibiotic cream, on a second-degree burn, though I've heard ointments involving aloe might help promote healing." She wrinkles her nose. "I'd almost rather save that for a first-degree burn, though. Then there's debridement as necessary, and painkillers as needed."
Henry McCoy	"Aloe is best for a first degree, or scald injury yes. But there's also a very important step - each dressing change you need to measure the width, length and depth of the injury, as this gives you the guage of whether the treatments you are doing are working optimally, or whether the patient is not responding as well, to the particular choice of ointment and therapy. It's frustratingly common that wound care is standardized but not universal. There's always one or two that don't like a certain product," THis said, Hank watches approvingly. "I merely observe that you -can- make a mistake. We all do sometimes. But yes, I agree, you are trying to do it by the book." There's a chuckle, though. "I am better understood by those that do the reading and keep a thesaurus at hand. I am at my worst when inspiration has struck, that's usually when I'm moving too fast for anyone to follow." He examines the entire of the wound, lets her continue fussing it a little before he nods to her. "Now the hard bit."
Shannon	"Ugh, right. I keep forgetting that part." Shannon wrinkles her nose, and smiles a bit sheepishly, as she sets the instruments aside on the tray, to be taken care of after all else was said and done. "Should have thought of it when I saw the marker on the tray." She takes a few moments to mark key points around the edges of the wound, giving herself a baseline to be better able to assess the progress of healing later.      But indeed, now it was time for the hard part. Taking a deep breath, she peels the gloves away, dropping them in the biohazard bin. Her fingers curl and flex, as she works her hands a bit to loosen herself up and relax. "Just got to remind myself not to give in too easily to instinct somehow," she murmurs, as she rests her hands very gingerly over the burn, closing her eyes.      For several long moments, it seems as if nothing is happening, the young woman settling into a deeper, almost sleep-like pattern of breathing, forcing herself to relax. The peace and tranqulity doesn't quite last, though, as she hisses softly, the connection of energy being made--and starting to backlash on her, as normal. Her forearm begins to redden, looking as if she might have gotten a nice little first-degree burn within a few seconds.      "Damn it... I can do this...."
Henry McCoy	"Yes you can. In and out, think of something calming... think of the edges of my wound pinkening," Doctor McCoy says in a soft, calm tone. No need to get her excited. "Just like you did before. And if it helps, imagine Xiang fwipping his fan at me and telling me off for being dramatic." He winks at her at this, looking at his own injury and concentrating there, to guage whether it feels any different. Judging by his expression he is beginning to feel -something- as the calm face becomes just a little stiff around the edges, as the throb begins. And the stabbing darts.
Shannon	There is no telling quite what was there in her mind to bring her calm, and even a little bit of a smile through the sting of the burn that was developing on her forearm, but Shannon actually -does- smile and... is that perhaps a little bit of a blush? Whatever it was, seems to have done the trick, because for once, mid-connection, something shifts. Some new connection is made, a gentler one ruled by calm and not the panicked, instinctual reaction that all too often would happen. The reddening of her own flesh slows, then actually -stops-, as instead of simply just accepting the transfer, she reaches back into the wound in her mind.      "It's... almost like when Josh taught me to use this to diagnose injuries," she murmurs. "It's... hard to describe...." Whatever it is, seems to be working, as she wordlessly croons encouragement to the healing tissues in Dr. McCoy's arm, gingerly -moving- her hands above the wound as if smoothing things out, perhaps encouraging further healing. "How's it feeling on your end?"
Henry McCoy	"Stings like I fell into a nettle patch and landed on a surprise hedgehog. But that's a good thing," There's just a little strain in Hank's voice though, as he nods approval; the edges are pinker, it looks whiter as more collagen has been generated and more livid, for the fresh bloodflow. "Lidocaine please. And then re-dressing. THis was very good. Very good. But yes. Lidocaine. I drew it up ahead of time, it's in the syringe tray on the table there. Under the paper towel."
Shannon	Now came the hard part--could Shannon break the connection part-way through a healing? This was not something she had ever been successful at before. But then again, neither had what she just managed under Dr. McCoy's guidance, either.      Today seemed full of new possibilities. Anything could happen.      And this time, anything -did- happen.      As Shannon let her breathing start to return to normal, her concentration began to drift naturally away from the healing at hand, and she actually began to let go. Within a few moments, she was able to draw her hands away from the burn on her mentor's arm, with only a bit of reddening on her own to show for it. There would be time to celebrate later, however.      Reaching for the syringe of lidocaine, she took care to tap the side of the syringe and depress the plunger just a tiny bit, to ensure there were no air bubbles. Keeping the area that Dr. McCoy had indicated before with one claw between her fingers, she takes a deep breath and slides the needle beneath his skin, bit by bit, till the whole length was in. "Just a few seconds... you're doing great," she says, as she apparently would to any patient, smiling. Slowly, the lidocaine is sent on its way, the needle withdrawn with a gauze pad held over the site in the process.
Henry McCoy	Success in -that- account can be measured by the look of relief that washes over the doctor's face. Blessed numbing of the pain, oh, it is not a thing to trifle. He exhales out "...very good. Miss Shannon, I do believe you have achieved a milestone today. A significant milestone." He opens eyes, looking over her own forearm, smiling oh-so-slightly for although there is injury, it is nowhere as atrocious as it could have been. "Look." A simple statement, for the dressing can wait for a moment, in blissful numbness. Helpfully, he places his index finger on the gauze, to hold the injection point and its covering in place and carefully flexes his left hand. "Numb fingers, but they're not paralyzed by the painkiller. Sensory arc versus motor arc, the difference of a needle's length and well done, indeed."
Shannon	"Holy fuck."      Shannon's eyes go wide as she looks down at her own arm, poking at it gently. She does wince ever so slightly, but the smile that spreads across her face is a priceless one, lighting up her eyes. She looks down at Dr. McCoy's arm, then her own, and back again, letting out a very loud, joyous whoop and twirling around on the stool a few times.      But there is still business to finish up, and once the initial moment of exuberance is past, Shannon does get back to work, now applying the antibiotic ointment to the much healthier-looking burn. Single-sided nonstick dressings are laid down, then very lightly taped into place around the edges.      And that, as they say, is that, leaving one very happy young woman crying for joy, for something she never thought she could achieve, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you."
Henry McCoy	"You are quite welcome, but it's definitely on you, not on me." Hank replies, reaching for a gauze bandage, to secure the single-side nonsticks. Some doctors are incapable of bandaging, but not so Hank. He probably practiced. His sleeve is unrolled then, gently pulled over the injury so it's hidden away. "Now, it will be a matter of honing in on that feeling, that state of mind and doing some time in this office as a nursing assistant. On your own, I authorize you to practice on small scrapes and cuts of the younger students, as they tend to be plentiful and friction abrasions are quite painful. You need to be practicing on something that poses little risk and this seems ideal." He glances to the clock, smiles a little at the outcome there. "And you accomplished it all in under two hours, from start to finish. Well done, indeed!"
Shannon	"Two hours? Is that good, for cleaning, debridement, and the healing?" Shannon looks a little confused. "I guess time matters on a case-by-case basis, but still... two hours. It felt like so much less."      Smiling some at the task given her, she nods. "I'll do what I can. I do have one concern, though." She sighs a little bit. "This is going to be my senior year. My last year here. I should have asked for help like this long ago, but given the nature of the gift, and everyone's concern for safety... well, that's water under the bridge now, but still. How can I catch up on all that time, and make up for it before I won't be able to help out here any longer? I mean, I'd always hoped to eventually stay and help out here, but with med school a possibility, will that even be possible?"
Henry McCoy	"Volunteering at the clinics in Mutant town is a good way to get extra practice, after the year is done. But a lot can be done in a year, I'll note. Early days to start panicking and you will -never- stop learning, honing and practicing. At least that's my experience on individuals that wish to be exemplary," Hank smiles to her, considering as his face grows more serious. "You could always apply to be the school nurse, I suppose? It is a possibility, but that would lie with the headmaster and mistress." "But yes. Two hours is pretty good for someone taking care to get it right. SOme of my students used to take three or four in the labs sometimes, to do what you managed here. You get quicker with practice, but hopefully debriding third degree burns doesn't come up very often. They're nasty and thus why there's usually specialized hospitals and units for that care alone." He pauses "Have you considered what specialty you would be looking into? What has held your imagination the best? EMT, obviously, but..."
Shannon	Shannon lets out a short bark of laughter, shaking her head for a moment. "I'm a glass cannon out there right now as it stands. EMT training is something to complement my gifts, so should I be in a situation where using my powers is not so desirable, or worse, I ever lose my powers again, I can still be of some help." She chuckles, settling down on the stool, leaning forward onto the desk and resting her head in her hands. "See, nobody ever bothered asking -why- I was going for that before, though, so god only knows what assumptions have been made."      Giving the question further consideration, she falls silent, chewing her lower lip a bit. "I hadn't thought much of a specialty. As it stands right now, I seem to do alright with wound care, and I don't do too badly out in the field, given half a chance. From what you've seen so far, what would you suggest?"
Henry McCoy	"I wouldn't hazard a guess. But wound care is a speciality, too. Mind, that's why you end up doing a residency, so you can experience a lot and find out what calls you. If being a glass hammer is worrisome, there's also the closeted specialities that don't get a lot of consideration usually; pathology, biochemistry, virology, epidemiology. THings that are not injury, so are unlikely to trigger you and will leave you able to literally just apply your knowledge. Just a thought," Hank ties off the bandage by tucking it in the closest end to his elbow and taping it securely. "Assuming that you want to compliment your gifts with knowledge is probably the leading assumption that was made, to be fair," He pauses then, glances sidelong at her and observes "...and you wanted to grille me, I believe on how miss Rogue took to the debutant role so well, at Prom."
Shannon	Glad enough for the moment to leave the subject alone, Shannon grins and nods. "Mhm. I seem to remember saying something about that. Knowing her powerset, she should not have been able to give hugs, or hold someone's hand. I shouldn't have been able to touch her at all. Yet there was no ill effect, as if she was still somehow wearing gloves." Pause. "A full-body glove, somehow. Only question is--how?"
Henry McCoy	"Give it a guess," Hank replies to this, tipping his head with a small grin and toothy pegs a'showing fangily. "You're on the right track though, sometimes it's a matter of thinking outside of the box to solve a problem in life, which is what I did. And then once I'd thought outside of it, I thought inside of it too."
Shannon	"For some reason," Shannon mused. "A classic prank and a classic movie both come to mind. The classic prank being using a target's shower to administer an embarrassing dose of dyestuffs to color their hair and skin in outlandish hues. A classic movie comes to mind with, 'Wax on! Wax off!'."      Was this going somewhere? Possibly.      Shannon just furrowed her brows for a few moments, then chuckles softly. "It wasn't dye you put in her shower though, was it? Though how did you get past whatever it was messing up her hair? It was perfect, not all gloopy and messy."
Henry McCoy	"Aaaaaaaah, very good. Very good!" Hank chuckles, tapping his nose and pointing to her afterwards. "Actually not a shower. It was a tanning booth. The technology is already out there to do a full body, very fine micromist for fake tan. Taking that techology, I created a latex emulsion and tweaked the nozzles to not clog, added tiny sponge fragments to the mix to allow breathability and tinkered until we had a full body covering. The only part it doesn't cover is the scalp, which isn't regularly touched. It lasts about two or three hours and doesn't stand up to vigorous physical contact, but is fine for ordinary social contact every now and again." Hank sniffs and continues to elaborate. "Natural latex, so it's non toxic and it was all thanks to the Crash test Teddy and testing it on Nightcrawler and Dani Moonstar, to work out the coverage ratio via UV camera set-up in 3-D within the cubicle. The mist is so microfine it even sits on stray hair and will wash and brush out. A thin latex covering, thinner than the movies ever offer for special effects, but it literally is foxed by a barrier technique."
Shannon	Shannon grins slowly, chuckling--no, almost -cackling-. "Okay. You've challenged me and set me the task of taking on minor wounds on the younger students in the Wellness Office. This is going to sound really strange coming from me, but now I'm challenging you."      Pale azure eyes are fairly sparkling now, as she just looks right at Dr. McCoy. "If you could help miss Rogue with an idea like that, I'd like to see how else you could apply it. Hell's bells, with genius and imagination like yours, the sky's the limit!"
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy lofts his eyebrows up his forehead, bushy up-ticks that they are. "And what are you challenging me, /to/? Applying that solution to something else would rather depend on what else you want solved with it. Just coming into a think tank is what ends up with me getting told off by Scott for being a lunatic inventor and potentially electrifying everyone's hair for ten miles around. Don't ask, I never actually -made- it..." he looks at her expectantly. "It's easier to solve a problem than to work out other applications."
Shannon	Nodding slowly, Shannon lets her eyes unfocus, as she thinks for a few good, long moments. "Burn patients. The ones like miss Burkle was, with full-body burns, second and third degree. Skin grafts on that scale would be... I can't even imagine. Is there any way the tanning booth could be applied to help promote healing?"
Henry McCoy	Henry McCoy ohhhhhhs. Hanks eyes go unfocused, then look into the middle distance, calculations occuring. His lips move, a calculation occuring and he reaches for a pad of paper and a pencil, jotting down some squiggles that probably pass for shorthand. He scratches at the back of his neck as he works through, lips still moving, scratching one thing out, then another, and tapping the upper groove of his lips with the eraser end. "It wouldn't work on third degree at first. But there would be an adaptation, that would allow emulsion of omega-three bonding gel, likely in concentrated plasma protein, that could allow comprehensive and thorough adhesion of tilapia skin, for burns victims."
Shannon	One finely arched brow lofts, then the other, Shannon peering curiously at Dr. McCoy. "Tilapia skin? Tilapia, as in that very, very tasty white fish I love eating sometimes? Why tilapia, instead of another kind of fish?" So many questions, so little time!
Henry McCoy	"Because it's already used to treat extensive third degree, covering anywhere up to 60 percent of the body. WHen freshly harvested and applied, it is actually very like human skin. Eventually it bonds and you end up with some patches of fish-skin, but it means that the healing process is about twenty times as quick, as you do not have to create bubbles out of the healthy skin elsewhere, to harvest for application in grafting." Hank replies. It's really a thing. You can look this up. Tilapia skin is used in difficult burn treatment, but it's still experimental in many places. "It also has a low rejection factor, which is important."
Shannon	"Oooo, yeah that -would- be kind of important. Especially where burns are so extensive that there may not be enough healthy tissue left to make bubbles out of for harvesting." Shannon nods, and grins wider still, wiggling about happily atop her stool. "See, now you have a new project--and I don't think even Mr. Summers could argue with an application like -that-!"
Henry McCoy	"It's also extremely collagen rich and has some antibacterial and pain relief properties, believe it or not. THey did some field research for in the field emergency triage, regarding it, because it doesn't need a cream between it and the skin, to do its job and helps stop dehydration, which is a -major- problem for burns victims." Hank waffles on a bit, then clucks his tongue, sighing with a chuckle and a small smile. "I have a number of patents you know. But!" He waves a hand dismissively of that. "I've been thinking of taking some of my ideas outside of the school, lately. It's well funded, but I find some things... well, they shouldn't be as secret as they are."
Shannon	"Ha. No wonder Logan got pissed at me for doing a stupid that time," Shannon quips, shaking her head and just laughing at herself, and looking at Dr. McCoy with even greater respect--and gratitude. "I can't even begin to thank you enough for stepping up like this. You have no idea what a relief it is to finally have someone willing to take that chance. Safety's a thing, I get that. But sometimes, it can't be helped."
Henry McCoy	"Oh, stop it. You have a talent and it needs to be nurtured, Shannon. The fact that it previously hasn't been, well, that's a lot of it on me, too. For which I apologize -- you know how you get involved in things and then forget how time goes by and... well, I could've sworn other individuals were taking care of things." Hank presses his lips at that, peering at his notes, shrugging and closing the pad over. "I occasionally have trouble relating to people in relation to the passage of time. I get involved in things." He clucks his tongue. "And there's a lot lately, of wondering if I'm providing existential glue to the school, but that seems on the surface, to be rather ridiculous." He looks at her. "I'm waffling. I'm sorry."
Shannon	"It's not a bad thing, that others were more concerned with my safety, because of the way my gift was working. It frustrated me a lot at times. Heck, I blasted miss Pryde but good once about it, and that got pretty ugly." Shannon pinches the bridge of her nose and smiles faintly. "After that, I just stopped even trying to ask for help, and instead just did what I could on my own. It limited what I could do out in the field, though I really don't mind being 'eyes in the sky'. I also pretty much did what I told Mr. Summers I'd do the first time he talked to me a couple years ago, and took on EMT training to complement my powerset. I doubt he remembers that conversation, though. It was a while ago."      Sliding off of her stool, Shannon moves around to the other side of the desk, leaning in to give Dr. McCoy a hug. "Look, it's all good. Like you said, a lot can happen in a year. You've got nothing to apologize for, and I'm sorry if I made you feel that way."
Henry McCoy	"Nono, it's fine. It just highlighted a few things, that's all... Oh, goodness!" That to the hug, which gets returned, albeit carefully. It's a little hard without being Stretch Armstrong, to wrap arms all around Hank McCoy, really. But he pats her arm a few times, smiles and exhales. "Well, as I said. Small things and try not to take them on, but to promote them. That way, if it's a bump or a scrape and it accidentally happens, neither you, nor I are going to get a Logan shouting at." He rises from his chair then, making to clean away the supplies, binning what needs binning and replacing on the shelves that which wasn't used. "I should go and mark the first grader homework now though, as no matter how hard I try and invent a marking machine, it never does the job. A year, yes. A lot can happen in a year. Be well, miss Shannon." ANd with that he makes to head out.
Shannon	Shannon might not be Stretch Armstrong, but she does have very large, Warren-like wings that do the job just as well! Chortling, she nods, a wry smile upon her face. "I'll try keeping a journal, too, and see if there's a pattern to when I accidentally take on an injury, versus promoting healing. If there's a pattern we can suss out, then it can be dealt with. Preferably without a chewing out from our local resident Canadian curmudgeon. Who's still pretty awesome."      She, too, does her part to help clean up the mess from dressing Dr. McCoy's burn, and starts to head out the door. "See you later, Dr. McCoy. But right now, I've got a date with a girl's two best friends... Ben and Jerry."