Face the Blood - Clarice and Dr Marcel; Clarice and Jean

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Back in camp, Dr. Marcel calls on Clarice to help.



Dr. Marcel bent over the small form lying on the bed of his clinic, his stethoscope pressed against her chest. His frown deepened as he listened and then looked up at Clarice, standing by the bedside. The purple girl had been helping in the clinic, learning about non-emergency medicine as she worked with the various amputees in different stages of recovery and physiotherapy - now her emergency experience would prove useful, unfortunately.

"Her lungs appear clear and undamaged but her pulse is weak... and I can't determine the rest of her injuries through her skin." There was a note of frustration in his voice and the grazes on his fingers were testament to his attempts to examine Yvette regardless of her powers.

"What about a CAT scan or MRI?" she asked, figuring the doctor had probably already considered these things, but was asking anyways. She wanted to be a doctor, that meant thinking about and utilizing resources. She really didn't know enough about Yvette's specific mutation because it was so difficult to treat her.

"That would be best, yes, but we don't have those sorts of facilities here. We'll need to move her, get her to a proper hospital, but if she has internal bleeding, we need to get her somewhere fast." The French doctor looked at Clarice appraisingly, trying to bring to mind her mutation. "You are a teleporter, oui? With the ability to move people over distances quickly?"

"Oui," Clarice was not a linguist, "I mean, I am. Yes. Where? Any particular hospital?" she knew how these things went, if they didn't call ahead and them someone know she was coming, then there would be Problems. Problems that would be Very Bad.

"Kosovo. Their main hospital is used to these sorts of injuries and they have the equipment needed. Plus, I know several of the doctors there. Connections, oui?" Dr. Marcel's tone was dry. "Her mother lives in that city also." He paused again, clearly making plans and decisions. "The school... you have the medical staff there who are trained with mutations? Would you be able to bring them to Kosovo also?"

Clarice nodded, "Call the hospital, tell them I am coming and to clear the roof. I'll go once they're ready for me," first Yvette then Jean and whomever else was needed. First though, Yvette...and making sure that hospital was ready for incoming mutant cheesecake.



One task accomplished, Clarice goes back to the mansion to bring in extra help.



Appearing out of nowhere was something that was just a fact of Clarice. This time though, she had sent a message ahead that she was coming. Hopefully her intended passengers would be ready. Blinking into the medlab she turned around looking for Leo and Jean, they were supposed to be waiting.

"Clarice," Jean said, looking tense but not terribly surprised at the purple girl's sudden entrance. "Leonard's on his way - he was in town when we got your message. How is she?"

"Meh," Clarice shook her head, "It could be nothing, it could be something. We don't have the doctors or the equipment where she was so I'll take you guys to the hospital we moved her to," it made sense to do it this way instead of taking Yvette here because the medlab, while good, was not a hospital. And there were a lot more doctors with specialties at hosptials and not in the medlab. "Do you know how far away he is?" Clarice was not so patient.

Jean looked up, her eyes briefly unfocused at she scanned outwards, but her distraction lasted for less than a second before she stood up. "We're in luck; he's pulling in to the garage now."

Oh, good. Waiting another moment for Jean to finish anything she needed to do, Clarice blinked them both to the garage and then the three of them to Kosovo without any ado. Yvette needed help, there was no time to waste now on idle chitchat.