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Jean goes to check on her crazy little patient once it's been determined Jean, as a weakened telepath, should be the only one, other than Charles, going in there without supervision. Paige isn't quite her normal, bubbly self, but she doesn't throw her bed at Jean either. In fact, it all ends in smiles, albeit little ones.


Jean snapped the inhibitor on her wrist as Charles had suggested, dialling it down so she would still be able to hear Paige without letting the girl's thoughts overwhelm her before tapping lightly on the door to Paige's room to let her know she was coming in. "Paige," she said softly, opening the door. "It's Dr. Grey."

There was shifting from within the room as Paige pulled her sheet closer to her retreating back to her corner. Alison had disappeared with whispers of showers; she should have known that there was a reason as that red hair certainly wasn't Lee's. There was a bed in the room, a bed which they'd made up for her and looked so inviting, except it was too close to the door. Much too close, and the window and she needed her back to the wall... here she was safe.

Closing the door behind her, Jean stayed close to it, letting Paige get a little more used to her being in the room. "Paige, sweetie," her voice was calm and even, reassuring doctor mode firmly on, "I need to get some blood and tissue samples, so you can stay in here while I run some tests. Is that ok." She noted in the back of her mind that Paige might be more comfortable if they moved the bed, but didn't say anything, knowing from her file that she wasn't (or hadn't been) comfortable with telepaths.

Breath catching and eyes going wide, Paige was obviously terrified by the idea of her coming any closer, but in spite of all that, managed to nod slowly. An arm snaked out from under her sheet, extended forward and towards Jean in a kind of sacrifice, even if she did turn her face away. "Quickly, please," she said huskily, staring at the slight imperfections in the paint on the wall.

Jean crossed the room slowly, making no sudden movements, and her hands were gentle as she took hold of Paige's wrist. A swab carefully collected some of the puss that had oozed out from one of her bandages - it needed changing again, she noted - before she inserted a needle to draw blood. "There we go," she said, letting Paige go as she set the two samples aside. "May I change your bandages?" she asked, stepping back to give the girl more space.

Snatching her arm back, Paige put it under her sheet, keeping as much of her skin out of view. She carefully watched Jean move, to the bolted down stand, and back again, looking for any strange movements with strangely concentrated eyes considering the way the rest of her didn't seem to be able to keep still. "Environmental hazard, fill an entire landfill myself."

"That sounds like a 'no'." Jean nodded, accepting this. They weren't going to push her, not now. "Would you be more comfortable if we moved the bed?" she asked, not moving from the side of the stand.

"Corner?" she asked hopefully, noticing the rise in her voice, the way it wavered and trying to straighten, look tall. Maybe if she looked intimidating Jean wouldn't think she was weak, wouldn't take advantage of her. Everyone was a possible assailant right now, with her trapped in this room.

"The corner it is," Jean agreed. She tapped a few buttons on the medical stand, releasing the clamps that held the bed in place. Moving to the foot of the bed, she gestured to the head. "Can you help me?" Giving her a chance to control her room, knowing the loss of control rankled with the girl as much as it did with her.

Giving Jean one last suspicious look, Paige slowly got to her feet, creeping along the wall towards the bed. They'd lowered the usual medical model for her so she could literally just drop herself in; as much as she wouldn't admit it with words to anyone, she was far beyond being able to actually pull herself into bed. Taking one end, Paige nodded slightly to Jean, indicating to lift, and dragged it over to her corner, still keeping close to the wall, her eyes shifting between the observation window, door and Jean.

Jean followed Paige's instructions without a word, and without hesitation. letting the girl chose her own path. A slight adjustment of the bed's position set it on top of another set of clamps, but Jean hesitated at engaging them. She considered it briefly, then said, "Paige, I'm going to leave the bed unlocked. If, at any time, you want to move it back, you can."

"Thank you," Paige said after a time, giving the doctor a tiny smile. Almost like a wild cat that takes a quick sniff of his rescuer's hand before ducking back, instead of instantly running away when they offer it. Gently, she eased herself onto the bed, her pupils dilating only a moment as an indication of the pain she was going through, but no where near the level of response she should be giving.

Jean could feel the chaos in Paige's mind, and how it was distracting her from the pain, keeping it from dulling her paranoia heightened senses. But just because she could deal with it, didn't mean she should have to. "Would you like some painkillers?" she asked, stepping back away from the girl to give her space, making it clear that she would not force them on the girl.

Shaking her head frantically, quick, tiny shakes that barely moved her hair, Paige pulled her feet up onto the bed, knees to her chest, and whimpered, just audibly. She only wanted to sleep. It may finally be safe to sleep now, if only for a little while, and she was a fairly light sleeper. But if they gave her medicine... she'd sleep and couldn't wake up.

"Of course," Jean said, her hands spreading to the side. "I promise, I won't do it if you don't want me to. I'm just going to take these samples and leave so you can get some rest. If you need me, any time, all you have to do is press the button on the side of the bed." Another reason they had needed to move the bed - getting her emergency call within reach of the girl.

Relaxing, Paige nodded, giving Jean another little smile to let her know she understood. Stretching out her legs, Paige let her ankles brush against the blanket that was at the foot of her bed, thrilled with it's softness. She wouldn't lay down with Jean in the room, not yet, but she had removed herself from her automatically defensive posture. "Thank you," she said again, quiet but heard in the silence of the room.

Jean smiled back, relieved to see some of the tenseness had left the girl. "You're welcome."