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Family Portrait: Laurie & Jean log
Laurie goes to see Jean after she gets back from the hospital to discuss her mother's condition.
Laurie paused outside Jean's office, her hands clammy as she reached up to knock on the door. After what she'd read last night, she knew she had to do something but what that something was, other then talking to Doctor Summers-Grey, she couldn't say.
What if she was poisoning people just by being in the same room as they were? She'd have to go away, or live in a bubble or something. She didn't want to give people cancer just by living near them. God, what was she going to do?
Jean looked up at the rather hesitant knock on her door. "Door's open," she called out. "Come on in."
Laurie hesitated for a moment more in the doorway, rubbed her hands against her sides and then walked in. If it was her fault then it was better that she know right away so that something could be done. She wasn't entirely sure what that something was, but something. It wasn't like she was the first mutant in the history of the mansion to have a power dangerous to others, she just couldn't ever remembering anyone mentioning that they'd killed a parent, or almost killed a parent.
"Dr Summers-Grey, I need your help."
Jean was more than a tad startled at Laurie's tone, her concern evident in her face. "Of course, Laurie, of course. Sit down. What's wrong?"
"My Mom's dying and I think it's my fault." Laurie said, the words simple and to the point.
It was a lot easier to say then she'd imagined it would be, standing outside Jean's door just a moment ago. She sat, slumped really, into the chair beside Jean's desk and she could feel the tears pricking at her eyes. She wouldn't allow herself that yet though, she needed to get this sorted, get things fixed.
"Woah, woah," Jean said, eyes widening. "What did the doctors say?" She knew Laurie had been into the hospital for a visit today, but this seemed to be coming out of nowhere. Children sometimes blamed themselves for things that happened in their families, but this was taking it to a bit of an extreme - Gail had cancer. But she could see the girl struggling not to cry. First things first.
"I didn't talk to them, just to my Mum. She said she'd had the cancer before but they'd thought they'd gotten it. Only, it's come back now and they're not sure why." Laurie supplied, looking down at where she'd laced her fingers together, picking absently at a scab on her thumb where she'd nicked herself yesterday. "I looked it up on the Internet, the type of cancer. Mum said it was something to do with her ovaries and well, one of those types is caused by hormones..."
Laurie trailed off near the end, reaching up to brush a hand against her eyes. She didn't want to cry any more, it didn't help anything.
"Oh, Laurie." It was more a sigh than a statement. "I don't have any of the specifics on your mother's case, but sweetie, we've been keeping track of the impact your powers have on those around you. I have real trouble believing this could be because of your powers."
"What else could it be? Cancer that just happens to keep coming back, that just happens to be related to hormones? Isn't that just a little too much of a coincidence?" Laurie croaked, harsher then she'd intended. "Who else has a power like mine? No one, that's who."
Who else indeed... But that was a thought which needed more looking into before she'd say it. Instead Jean stood up and moved around her desk to sit next to Laurie, laying an arm over her shoulders. "Laurie, cancers do keep coming back at times, sometimes with no reason at all. It's one of the least understood branches of medicine, even as research makes inroads." She paused a second, then added, "Would you like me to speak with her doctors? Just see what they have to say?"
"Please?" Laurie replied, leaning into the arm around her shoulders, and then stiffening slightly as she realised she might be leaking all over Jean right now. "I don't know enough, and Mom's doing her usual stoic act. I can't believe she didn't tell me about this before."
Jean didn't react to the stiffening, not concerned about exposure in the slightest. "I'll see what I can find out, and I can talk to your mother as well, if you'd like?"
Laurie nodded, smiling for the first time that morning and relaxing slightly. Jean would help, and everything would be alright, she was sure.
Laurie paused outside Jean's office, her hands clammy as she reached up to knock on the door. After what she'd read last night, she knew she had to do something but what that something was, other then talking to Doctor Summers-Grey, she couldn't say.
What if she was poisoning people just by being in the same room as they were? She'd have to go away, or live in a bubble or something. She didn't want to give people cancer just by living near them. God, what was she going to do?
Jean looked up at the rather hesitant knock on her door. "Door's open," she called out. "Come on in."
Laurie hesitated for a moment more in the doorway, rubbed her hands against her sides and then walked in. If it was her fault then it was better that she know right away so that something could be done. She wasn't entirely sure what that something was, but something. It wasn't like she was the first mutant in the history of the mansion to have a power dangerous to others, she just couldn't ever remembering anyone mentioning that they'd killed a parent, or almost killed a parent.
"Dr Summers-Grey, I need your help."
Jean was more than a tad startled at Laurie's tone, her concern evident in her face. "Of course, Laurie, of course. Sit down. What's wrong?"
"My Mom's dying and I think it's my fault." Laurie said, the words simple and to the point.
It was a lot easier to say then she'd imagined it would be, standing outside Jean's door just a moment ago. She sat, slumped really, into the chair beside Jean's desk and she could feel the tears pricking at her eyes. She wouldn't allow herself that yet though, she needed to get this sorted, get things fixed.
"Woah, woah," Jean said, eyes widening. "What did the doctors say?" She knew Laurie had been into the hospital for a visit today, but this seemed to be coming out of nowhere. Children sometimes blamed themselves for things that happened in their families, but this was taking it to a bit of an extreme - Gail had cancer. But she could see the girl struggling not to cry. First things first.
"I didn't talk to them, just to my Mum. She said she'd had the cancer before but they'd thought they'd gotten it. Only, it's come back now and they're not sure why." Laurie supplied, looking down at where she'd laced her fingers together, picking absently at a scab on her thumb where she'd nicked herself yesterday. "I looked it up on the Internet, the type of cancer. Mum said it was something to do with her ovaries and well, one of those types is caused by hormones..."
Laurie trailed off near the end, reaching up to brush a hand against her eyes. She didn't want to cry any more, it didn't help anything.
"Oh, Laurie." It was more a sigh than a statement. "I don't have any of the specifics on your mother's case, but sweetie, we've been keeping track of the impact your powers have on those around you. I have real trouble believing this could be because of your powers."
"What else could it be? Cancer that just happens to keep coming back, that just happens to be related to hormones? Isn't that just a little too much of a coincidence?" Laurie croaked, harsher then she'd intended. "Who else has a power like mine? No one, that's who."
Who else indeed... But that was a thought which needed more looking into before she'd say it. Instead Jean stood up and moved around her desk to sit next to Laurie, laying an arm over her shoulders. "Laurie, cancers do keep coming back at times, sometimes with no reason at all. It's one of the least understood branches of medicine, even as research makes inroads." She paused a second, then added, "Would you like me to speak with her doctors? Just see what they have to say?"
"Please?" Laurie replied, leaning into the arm around her shoulders, and then stiffening slightly as she realised she might be leaking all over Jean right now. "I don't know enough, and Mom's doing her usual stoic act. I can't believe she didn't tell me about this before."
Jean didn't react to the stiffening, not concerned about exposure in the slightest. "I'll see what I can find out, and I can talk to your mother as well, if you'd like?"
Laurie nodded, smiling for the first time that morning and relaxing slightly. Jean would help, and everything would be alright, she was sure.