xp_logs | Kyle & Jay (backdated)

Kyle brings Jay food in the medbay after recieving a call from Hank.

Jay sat up when Kyle came into the room, feeling a rush going to his head and a quick dizzy spell to follow. He closed his eyes, rubbing a palm over one eye and running it across his temple, knowing it was for lack of food that he was feeling all woozy. The smell of fishstick hit his senses like a freight train. "Jesus, bring it over here," he gestured. "Ah feel like Ah havn't eaten in a week. Never been so hungry."

"Maybe I shouldda gotten that cow." Kyle handed the plastic container over and watched as several fish sticks disappeared into Jay. "Did you even chew that? Jesus. You're gonna choke and nobody'd know cause you're already blue. And then where would you be? Huh?" He set another container with a pair of cheeseburgers down on the table next to the bed and then took a six-pack of soda out of a plastic bag and set that down as well.

"You'd be one less short of a..." Jay swallowed. "--a whiner, huh?" he joked and grabbed the glass of water Hank had set aside and guzzled half of it before indulging himself some more. "Thanks for comin," he said, stuffing some more into his mouth, although he did paused between fishsticks to actually talk. "How'd it go?" referring to his team and rounding people up.

"It pretty much sucked ass." Kyle said. "Got my eardrums blown out, Skin got to chase down a pyro and dude's not a fan of fire and half the folks we were after got away. I heard you got electrocuted." It had been in someone's report. "Which sucks, by the way, been there, done that, so you wont' hear me calling you a whiner about it."

"Yeah, that was Lex. Guess he lost control or something." He shrugged and tested the joints on his arms. "Still alive, so Ah can't complain. Ah feel real bad about nailin' him with one of mah feathers though. It ain't like he can heal it up," he confessed and munched on another fishstick, saving the best for last. "Mah chest aches somethin' fierce but Ah reckon Ah can go to mah room soon. Sorry to hear you guys lost 'em. If it means anything, we lost some too."

"Eh, most of the ones that ditched us were kids. I'm hoping they get their heads out of their asses. It's Toad and the rest of the Brotherhood asshats I'm worried about." Not that Kyle wasn't highly invested in getting another chance to beat Toad into a pulp again someday. "Yeah, I heard you spiked Lex. Dude's tough though, I'm pretty sure he'll be okay." Kyle was not using the man's ridiculous trainee codename. It was just dumb. Also he couldn't say it without cracking the hell up laughing. "Yeah, getting zapped bad'll do that to you. Could've been worse. Last time it happened to me, it was Jan!"

"Jan did that to you?" he looked amused, polishing off the last fishstick before moving onto a cheeseburger. Sinking his teeth into the meat was like a choir of angels going off in his body as he salivated as he bit in, savouring the bite as though he was eating the best burger he'd had in his life. Good god, he was hungry! "How come yer ears were blown out? That some new mutant power?"

"Kid with a screamer power and I got too close. Blew out both my eardrums and ran off." Kyle explained. "I was like thirty kinds of deaf all the way back here, and the docs had to clean like a totally gross amount of wax outta my ears too." He watched Jay destroy the burger and laughed. "Dude, do I need to call out to get you a pizza too? Jesus, and I thought I ate a lot after I got hurt."

He gave the shrug of a man who didn't understand why people weren't as hungry as he was before he swallowed and polished off half of the cheese burger in five bites. "Hank said Ah had a heart attack. It kinda explains why mah chest is aching like hell, but other than that--" he shrugged again, abandoning a second cheeseburger because he felt unwell all of a sudden. "Ah think Ah ate too fast," he said. "Cause Ah feel like someone just gave me a shot o' morphine. You won't be upset if Ah nod off?"

Kyle shook his head. "Nah. Food coma. Eat all the food in the world and then take a two day nap. You're gonna want to force a belch before you pass out, dude, or you are gonna wake up with like, the heartburn from hell. " He was way too used to the healing factor induced food coma not to know. "The docs have a mini fridge back there, I'll toss your other burger in and stick your name on it."

Turning his head away from Kyle, he forced himself to sit up, unsure if he could belch but with the fist against his mouth and then two taps to his aching chest, a good heavy belch escaped. "Ee gawd, that was horrible, phew--" he dramatized, waving a hand in front of his face to aerate. "S'cuse me. Godamn lucky no one's around to hear that. That'd earn me a newspaper across the head from momma for sure."

"I won't tell Sam or Paige." Kyle said, nodding, impressed with the volume of the belch if not it's smell. "Though, knowing Paige she probably has like some kind of thing listening for Guthrie Burps and she'll come in here and whap you while you're having your food coma."