xp_logs | The Gates: Concerns

After watching Nathan use his powers, but before leaving the clinic, Medusa decides to let someone know about her concerns. Angelo isn't too surprised.

Medusa waited as patiently as she could while Angelo finished wrapping a bandage around a little boy's hand. She had caught on to enough teasing on the journal system to establish that the two men had a close relationship, so she had decided to approach him about Nathan. As soon as he had finished, she tapped his shoulder to get his attention. "Angelo, there is a matter I would like to bring to your attention. Do you have a moment?" She knew well enough that he didn't, that they all had work to do, but it was the proper way to ask.

He looked back over his shoulder, weariness clear on his face, before he moved on to the next of the walking wounded, and nodded. "Sure. What's up?"

"It is about Nathan. I am concerned that he overextended himself." Best to approach this diplomatically, feel Angelo out first to see if the actions he had taken were a regular event despite his words to the contrary.

He took a second to take that in, then sighed. "Yeah, he... does that, when he thinks he has to. What did he do this time?"

Medusa gestured for Angelo to lean closer, not wanting the wounded individuals surrounding them to overhear. "He used his telepathy to make some soldiers leave. He used a rather heavy handed technique to accomplish this end," she whispered.

"...ah." Another sigh, and he nodded, whispering back. "You know he wouldn't have done it if he didn't really think he had to, right?" If the alternative wasn't worse.

"I do not know," she replied, her voice cool and neutral. "I am torn between my concern about his choice of technique and the fact that he looked extremely ill immediately following this event." She glanced back in the direction of the yard where Nathan was still working. "Does he do this often?" she asked, hoping the double meaning to her question was clear.

"The last time I know about was a few months ago", Angelo told her. "The last time bad enough to make anybody really worry, anyway. In San Diego."

"I see," Medusa replied. "That is quite concerning. I was under the impression that he did not regularly exercise his abilities in such a fashion."

"...I just meant overstretchin' himself", Angelo said hastily. "He doesn't do the mind trick thing often. San Diego was his TK, not his telepathy."

Medusa looked uncertain, a strange and foreign expression for her face. "I just thought someone should know." She glanced around the clinic and let out a sigh. The wounded were still coming in and there was much that needed to be done.

"Don't get me wrong", Angelo reassured her quietly. "I'm glad you told me, especially if he hurt himself doin' it."

"I trust that you will take any action that is necessary," Medusa replied with a nod. "I did not want to worry you, but it seemed as though I should inform someone." Any emotion she had shown was quickly suppressed and replaced by a serene, neutral face. "I shall now return to my duties."

He nodded, watching her almost worriedly - he was worried, but most of that was about Nathan. Only the little he let show was for her. "Thanks for comin' to me with this. I'll talk to him." An' then see what else can be done.