Hank & Jean-Paul: Tell All (Backdated)
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xp_logsHank and Jean-Paul discuss his concussive abilities in the Danger Room.
BACKDATED to Monday due to user error.
"How are we feeling today, Monsuier Beaubier?" Hank asked as the Frenchman entered the danger room in his uniform. For a couple months now the two had been attempting to train his ability to use the new found concussive blasts that he'd developed in the safety of the danger room. "Eager I hope."
Jean-Paul gave the doctor a flat look at the question, though he tried to keep his tone civil as he replied, "I am well, merci." He had met with nothing but frustration where these practices of theirs were concerned. Nothing but failure and an inability to actually use the powers he had somehow developed. "How are you?"
"Equally well," Hank answered cheerfully, taking out his touch-screen netbook and pulling up a list of possible scenarios to run him through. "So, let's see, has there been any outbursts over the past couple days?"
"Oui," Jean-Paul replied. "A few here and there, when I sleep. And one with Catseye. She struck me from behind, not realising the danger. She was unharmed, but I think it frightened her." He left his explanation at that, hoping it would be enough but understanding that it likely wouldn't be.
"Since Catseye didn't come down to medlab with any broken bones, I'd say she'll be fine- she's resilient." Hank smiled and pulled up two chairs out of the floor. "How are you feeling after that particular incident. I understand that you and Catseye have a history together."
"It is good, I think, that she understands now why I do not stay more often where others in the mansion are," Jean-Paul said. "But I wish it had not happened, all the same." Sitting on one of the chairs, he gave the doctor his full attention.
Hank sat down opposite of him and smiled politely, "Have you been practicing trying to induce an incident like I asked?"
"Oui," Jean-Paul said. "I have managed nothing but many headaches." He could admit, to himself at least, that meditating in an effort to bring about a concussive blast did not feel right. He didn't want to concentrate solely on the things that seemed to trigger them. He much preferred leaving those memories, the false and the true alike, buried in the depths of his mind.
"I can give you something for the headaches," Hank spoke with the sort of concern one would have for a friend. "You're doing very well, Jean-Paul. I know this is hard for you, but you must keep it up if you're to have any control in the long term."
Letting himself relax against the back of the chair, Jean-Paul raised one hand and tapped at his temple. "I think it is not going to work, the meditating." He frowned, then shook his head. "Being calm, thinking the things - they do not... trap me. Does this make sense? I have had the blasts happen many times, but that is the thing that is always the same. I cannot get away. It is panic, I think, you see?"
"I would not mind the medication, if you think it might help," Jean-Paul said, though he was reluctant when it came to taking pills and things like that. "But... I would prefer not to be involved in the group talk." It was difficult enough, speaking to his doctors and the professor about the things that were done to him - how could he discuss those things and the things he'd done afterward with complete strangers?
"I can understand your hesitancy with this sort of step- it is a big one, and not something you need to rush into. As far as the medication goes, we'll go with one hundred milligrams of lorazepam daily to start you off and we'll reevaluate in a couple weeks. For now though, I'd like you to consider attending a TVA meeting...no pressure to speak or share, but just to listen to some others share their experiences. It's been shown to help with this sort of mental block."
"I will... consider it, oui?" Jean-Paul wasn't sure how far that consideration would get him, but he would think on it, at least. "What is this... lorazepam? What does it do to stop the anxiety?"
"Your brain has three main chemicals, one of them is dopamine. Right now, the dopamine isn't working properly due to your anxiety, so the lorazepam will help the chemicals find their receptors with higher frequency." Hank chuckled softly, "In essence, it's going to make you less anxious and should help with the nightmares."
"I see," Jean-Paul said, nodding. "Merci - I will try it."
"Jean-Paul," Hank started, taking a short pause until he was sure he had his patient's attention. "I'm your doctor, but I'm also your friend. If you ever need to talk about what happened..." he let the comment hang.
Jean-Paul considered the other man carefully. Were they friends? It was true that Jean-Paul did not lie to the man. But that also had a great deal to do with the fact that McCoy was his doctor. But friends - he didn't know.
Leaning forward, he braced his elbows on his knees and linked his fingers, eyes trained on them as he said, "I have memories in my mind that are not my own. They are not anyone's - they are not real. I see someone that I knew before I was taken by Taygetos and one of two things happens. Nothing, because the Professor cleaned the memories... or I have to fight down the desire to hurt them, to seek vengeance for wrongs that they did not do. Former students, colleagues... friends. My mind, it is not fixed. The nightmares are one of the problems. One among many. It is easier to stay away from people than to risk harming them by accident. I am not sure that I can talk about what happened, in part because it is... mixed so much with things that did not happen. Not really."
"I'm curious, are these concussive blasts more or less likely to occur around those about whom your memories have been altered?" Hank pondered for a moment while Jean-Paul thought.
"Non," Jean-Paul said, frowning. "They happen more... when I cannot help myself, if this makes sense. When Catseye had me pinned to the ground, you see? When I could not move. They happen during the nightmares when I cannot keep the bad things from happening again." Glancing over at Doctor McCoy, he shrugged. "When I cannot get away, they happen."
"Ah-HA!" Hank exclaimed, "or eureka if you prefer." The blue doctor was smiling ear to ear as he was punching things into his touch-pad. "Let's move on with our experiment today, but I think next week we may actually be able to make some progress with this," Hank put down his touch-pad. "Are you ready?"
BACKDATED to Monday due to user error.
"How are we feeling today, Monsuier Beaubier?" Hank asked as the Frenchman entered the danger room in his uniform. For a couple months now the two had been attempting to train his ability to use the new found concussive blasts that he'd developed in the safety of the danger room. "Eager I hope."
Jean-Paul gave the doctor a flat look at the question, though he tried to keep his tone civil as he replied, "I am well, merci." He had met with nothing but frustration where these practices of theirs were concerned. Nothing but failure and an inability to actually use the powers he had somehow developed. "How are you?"
"Equally well," Hank answered cheerfully, taking out his touch-screen netbook and pulling up a list of possible scenarios to run him through. "So, let's see, has there been any outbursts over the past couple days?"
"Oui," Jean-Paul replied. "A few here and there, when I sleep. And one with Catseye. She struck me from behind, not realising the danger. She was unharmed, but I think it frightened her." He left his explanation at that, hoping it would be enough but understanding that it likely wouldn't be.
"Since Catseye didn't come down to medlab with any broken bones, I'd say she'll be fine- she's resilient." Hank smiled and pulled up two chairs out of the floor. "How are you feeling after that particular incident. I understand that you and Catseye have a history together."
"It is good, I think, that she understands now why I do not stay more often where others in the mansion are," Jean-Paul said. "But I wish it had not happened, all the same." Sitting on one of the chairs, he gave the doctor his full attention.
Hank sat down opposite of him and smiled politely, "Have you been practicing trying to induce an incident like I asked?"
"Oui," Jean-Paul said. "I have managed nothing but many headaches." He could admit, to himself at least, that meditating in an effort to bring about a concussive blast did not feel right. He didn't want to concentrate solely on the things that seemed to trigger them. He much preferred leaving those memories, the false and the true alike, buried in the depths of his mind.
"I can give you something for the headaches," Hank spoke with the sort of concern one would have for a friend. "You're doing very well, Jean-Paul. I know this is hard for you, but you must keep it up if you're to have any control in the long term."
Letting himself relax against the back of the chair, Jean-Paul raised one hand and tapped at his temple. "I think it is not going to work, the meditating." He frowned, then shook his head. "Being calm, thinking the things - they do not... trap me. Does this make sense? I have had the blasts happen many times, but that is the thing that is always the same. I cannot get away. It is panic, I think, you see?"
"I would not mind the medication, if you think it might help," Jean-Paul said, though he was reluctant when it came to taking pills and things like that. "But... I would prefer not to be involved in the group talk." It was difficult enough, speaking to his doctors and the professor about the things that were done to him - how could he discuss those things and the things he'd done afterward with complete strangers?
"I can understand your hesitancy with this sort of step- it is a big one, and not something you need to rush into. As far as the medication goes, we'll go with one hundred milligrams of lorazepam daily to start you off and we'll reevaluate in a couple weeks. For now though, I'd like you to consider attending a TVA meeting...no pressure to speak or share, but just to listen to some others share their experiences. It's been shown to help with this sort of mental block."
"I will... consider it, oui?" Jean-Paul wasn't sure how far that consideration would get him, but he would think on it, at least. "What is this... lorazepam? What does it do to stop the anxiety?"
"Your brain has three main chemicals, one of them is dopamine. Right now, the dopamine isn't working properly due to your anxiety, so the lorazepam will help the chemicals find their receptors with higher frequency." Hank chuckled softly, "In essence, it's going to make you less anxious and should help with the nightmares."
"I see," Jean-Paul said, nodding. "Merci - I will try it."
"Jean-Paul," Hank started, taking a short pause until he was sure he had his patient's attention. "I'm your doctor, but I'm also your friend. If you ever need to talk about what happened..." he let the comment hang.
Jean-Paul considered the other man carefully. Were they friends? It was true that Jean-Paul did not lie to the man. But that also had a great deal to do with the fact that McCoy was his doctor. But friends - he didn't know.
Leaning forward, he braced his elbows on his knees and linked his fingers, eyes trained on them as he said, "I have memories in my mind that are not my own. They are not anyone's - they are not real. I see someone that I knew before I was taken by Taygetos and one of two things happens. Nothing, because the Professor cleaned the memories... or I have to fight down the desire to hurt them, to seek vengeance for wrongs that they did not do. Former students, colleagues... friends. My mind, it is not fixed. The nightmares are one of the problems. One among many. It is easier to stay away from people than to risk harming them by accident. I am not sure that I can talk about what happened, in part because it is... mixed so much with things that did not happen. Not really."
"I'm curious, are these concussive blasts more or less likely to occur around those about whom your memories have been altered?" Hank pondered for a moment while Jean-Paul thought.
"Non," Jean-Paul said, frowning. "They happen more... when I cannot help myself, if this makes sense. When Catseye had me pinned to the ground, you see? When I could not move. They happen during the nightmares when I cannot keep the bad things from happening again." Glancing over at Doctor McCoy, he shrugged. "When I cannot get away, they happen."
"Ah-HA!" Hank exclaimed, "or eureka if you prefer." The blue doctor was smiling ear to ear as he was punching things into his touch-pad. "Let's move on with our experiment today, but I think next week we may actually be able to make some progress with this," Hank put down his touch-pad. "Are you ready?"
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