Fatale, Simon, and Hank - FoH Detonation
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ax_mainAfter the events of Detonation, Pam goes to Simon for help.
Not in his room. Not in his lab - and fuck, she'd never have thought she'd step foot in there wilingly. Not the cafeteria, not the kitchen - Pam swallowed nervously and opened another portal, this one into the Infirmary. "Simon?" she called out as she stepped through and looked around. "Are you here? It's an emergency."
Simon had been on edge ever since Jean-Paul's abduction, and the sudden, anxious voice in the infirmary had him shooting up from his chair, pen clattering to the floor. He looked around, then rounded the edge of the portal to see Pam, his eyebrows up. "Fatale?"
"You've gotta come. Please? I mean, I know you said you didn't want to visit the base, but Eileen's hurt really bad and Pietro's shot and - please?" she begged.
Simon wanted to curse. He wanted to ask what the hell was wrong with them. But he took a deep breath and stepped closer. "I don't have a medical license. I should get Dr. McCoy. How hurt is Eileen, and where was Pietro shot? What happened?"
"I don't know how bad. Bad. She's not conscious. And I think something's wrong with Pyro, but I don't know. And they fucking shot Pietro and the building fell except Lance kept it from collapsing on them long enough for me to open a portal." She was shaking, more from reaction than anything, and she swallowed hard. "Can you come?"
"Y-yes." Fuck the medical license. Hank was going to need help. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly texted his mentor, warning him that he needed to be prepared for an emergency portal to the Brotherhood's base. He gave a brief text rundown, then shoved his phone in his pocket and headed straight for the closet, grabbing an empty bag to start throwing supplies inside. Just the essentials, as quickly as he possibly could. "I can't believe I need a medical bag and I'm not even practicing..."
"You can practice on Eileen all you want, she won't care. What can I do?" she half asked, half demanded. She needed to do something, and she couldn't seem to get her head straight enough to figure out what.
Simon made a note to research military medic kits and what essentials were carried, then threw the bulky bag toward Fatale as he dove for a V-Vac and collapsible bag mask. "You're going to have to grab Dr. McCoy. He should be in the biology classroom," he told her as he turned back. "I should have everything we need right now."
Fatale caught the bag awkwardly with her left hand and pulled it in towards her body. "Biology, got it." She bit her lip, trying to remember the classroom's coordinates or enough detail to get there by visualization, then gave up and just opened a portal to the hallway where the classrooms were. "Be right back," she called back to Simon as she dove through. Now, to find Dr. McCoy.
Hank McCoy was, at that moment, right in the middle of putting his notes and textbook from his previous lecture back into the courier bag he toted between classes when the portal opened up in the hall to his right. He immediately fell into a more natural crouch, pushing his glasses back up his pug nose. "Excuse me?" he offered. "You were looking for me, I think?"
"If you know that, you know you need to hurry. Come on!" Fatale demanded, gesturing towards the portal. "We need to grab Simon." Why they needed an English teacher she had no idea, but whatever. They needed to go, now.
Though his shaggy brows rose at the abrasiveness of her tone, Hank didn't argue with Fatale. He simply tucked his bag under his burly arm, nodded, and followed her back through the portal at a quick lope.
Still hugging the bag Simon had tossed to her, Fatale stepped through the portal, only just waiting for Dr. McCoy to follow her through before closing it. "Are you ready?" she demanded of Simon as she opened another portal to the Brotherhood base's rec room.
Simon pulled another bag into his arms, then nodded, stepping ahead of them into what looked like... a very sorry excuse for a boarding house. He didn't have to ask Fatale where their patients were, however, since he heard the most shouting coming from the next room over. And possibly what sounded like the kitchen. Great. It was a party.
"And me without a single lollipop to dispense to helpful patients," Hank mused ruefully, following the younger mutant in the direction of the general consternation. He trusted Simon to have assembled enough basic medical supplies to get them started; a more targeted treatment would require them to actually assess the extent of their patients' injuries firsthand. Luckily, Fatale could provide them speedy access to the resources of the MedLab; there was little the mansion's facilities were unequipped to treat effectively.
"Damn. And here I was hoping for a lollipop." Fatale rolled her eyes, but gestured for them to follow her. "Oh, by the way? I didn't exactly tell anyone I was going to get you. So, there might be yelling."
"Just what I always wanted," Simon answered, flashing a look at Hank that clearly said, what did I get us into?
"To be fair, there's already a great deal of yelling," noted Hank, already shedding his jacket and rolling up his shirtsleeves. "Fatale, we'll need you to calm down the spectators. Simon and I will set up a triage, then get properly to work. Now, let's prove those long hours in the lab were well-spent, shall we?"
Not in his room. Not in his lab - and fuck, she'd never have thought she'd step foot in there wilingly. Not the cafeteria, not the kitchen - Pam swallowed nervously and opened another portal, this one into the Infirmary. "Simon?" she called out as she stepped through and looked around. "Are you here? It's an emergency."
Simon had been on edge ever since Jean-Paul's abduction, and the sudden, anxious voice in the infirmary had him shooting up from his chair, pen clattering to the floor. He looked around, then rounded the edge of the portal to see Pam, his eyebrows up. "Fatale?"
"You've gotta come. Please? I mean, I know you said you didn't want to visit the base, but Eileen's hurt really bad and Pietro's shot and - please?" she begged.
Simon wanted to curse. He wanted to ask what the hell was wrong with them. But he took a deep breath and stepped closer. "I don't have a medical license. I should get Dr. McCoy. How hurt is Eileen, and where was Pietro shot? What happened?"
"I don't know how bad. Bad. She's not conscious. And I think something's wrong with Pyro, but I don't know. And they fucking shot Pietro and the building fell except Lance kept it from collapsing on them long enough for me to open a portal." She was shaking, more from reaction than anything, and she swallowed hard. "Can you come?"
"Y-yes." Fuck the medical license. Hank was going to need help. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly texted his mentor, warning him that he needed to be prepared for an emergency portal to the Brotherhood's base. He gave a brief text rundown, then shoved his phone in his pocket and headed straight for the closet, grabbing an empty bag to start throwing supplies inside. Just the essentials, as quickly as he possibly could. "I can't believe I need a medical bag and I'm not even practicing..."
"You can practice on Eileen all you want, she won't care. What can I do?" she half asked, half demanded. She needed to do something, and she couldn't seem to get her head straight enough to figure out what.
Simon made a note to research military medic kits and what essentials were carried, then threw the bulky bag toward Fatale as he dove for a V-Vac and collapsible bag mask. "You're going to have to grab Dr. McCoy. He should be in the biology classroom," he told her as he turned back. "I should have everything we need right now."
Fatale caught the bag awkwardly with her left hand and pulled it in towards her body. "Biology, got it." She bit her lip, trying to remember the classroom's coordinates or enough detail to get there by visualization, then gave up and just opened a portal to the hallway where the classrooms were. "Be right back," she called back to Simon as she dove through. Now, to find Dr. McCoy.
Hank McCoy was, at that moment, right in the middle of putting his notes and textbook from his previous lecture back into the courier bag he toted between classes when the portal opened up in the hall to his right. He immediately fell into a more natural crouch, pushing his glasses back up his pug nose. "Excuse me?" he offered. "You were looking for me, I think?"
"If you know that, you know you need to hurry. Come on!" Fatale demanded, gesturing towards the portal. "We need to grab Simon." Why they needed an English teacher she had no idea, but whatever. They needed to go, now.
Though his shaggy brows rose at the abrasiveness of her tone, Hank didn't argue with Fatale. He simply tucked his bag under his burly arm, nodded, and followed her back through the portal at a quick lope.
Still hugging the bag Simon had tossed to her, Fatale stepped through the portal, only just waiting for Dr. McCoy to follow her through before closing it. "Are you ready?" she demanded of Simon as she opened another portal to the Brotherhood base's rec room.
Simon pulled another bag into his arms, then nodded, stepping ahead of them into what looked like... a very sorry excuse for a boarding house. He didn't have to ask Fatale where their patients were, however, since he heard the most shouting coming from the next room over. And possibly what sounded like the kitchen. Great. It was a party.
"And me without a single lollipop to dispense to helpful patients," Hank mused ruefully, following the younger mutant in the direction of the general consternation. He trusted Simon to have assembled enough basic medical supplies to get them started; a more targeted treatment would require them to actually assess the extent of their patients' injuries firsthand. Luckily, Fatale could provide them speedy access to the resources of the MedLab; there was little the mansion's facilities were unequipped to treat effectively.
"Damn. And here I was hoping for a lollipop." Fatale rolled her eyes, but gestured for them to follow her. "Oh, by the way? I didn't exactly tell anyone I was going to get you. So, there might be yelling."
"Just what I always wanted," Simon answered, flashing a look at Hank that clearly said, what did I get us into?
"To be fair, there's already a great deal of yelling," noted Hank, already shedding his jacket and rolling up his shirtsleeves. "Fatale, we'll need you to calm down the spectators. Simon and I will set up a triage, then get properly to work. Now, let's prove those long hours in the lab were well-spent, shall we?"
