Jean and Garrison, Late Evening (Backdated)

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Jean wakes up in the Medlab after the X-Men's battle with the M-Squad as Garrison comes to check on her.



Luckily, after Jean's encounter with the M-Squad's gaseous concoction, Jean wound up passing out shortly after Garrison pulled her out of the building, otherwise the Blackbird might've fallen out of the sky. She slept for three hours, trembling all the while but unable to be roused, though all her vital signs were normal.

About 15 minutes into the fourth hour of sleep, Jean sat up sharply in one of the medlab beds. Wild-eyed, she tried to scramble out of the bed. The lights in the room began flickering on and off.

"Whoa there Doc." Garrison appeared in the doorway. "McCoy won't be happy if you break the Medlab just after waking up."

The lights abruptly turned back on at the sound of Garrison's voice as Jean turned. Putting a shaky hand to her temple, Jean's eyes fluttered closed.

"Too...loud," she murmured. Pausing, she opened her eyes and looked back to him, glancing him over.

"Oh. Hi. Good, we won..." Jean said a bit absently as she haphazardly 'stood' beside the bed, one hand gripping the side of dear life to steady her wobbly knees.

"Everyone okay? Are you?"

"Everyone's fine. Turns out that some businessman was duping M-Squad as the front for a mutant smuggling ring. They weren't too impressed. The mutant we were after turned out to be a real fire bug. The CPD turned him over to SHIELD this morning." Kane pulled up a chair. " How are you feeling, Doc?"

Jean nodded. "Good...I...can't wear my coat today," she said. She finally sat back down on the bed after a couple of failed attempts.

"Not right. Head's..wrong. Can't stop moving...Mouth dry...everyone's still talking...up there.." she said, her hand twirling aimlessly toward the upper levels.

"They need to turn it down. Gas...I remember...hard to see..." She rubbed her eyes.

"What was it?"
"Hank isolated it last night. Some kind of anti-psychotic. On telepaths, it opens the mental floodgates wide thanks to the chemical reaction with the empathic centers in the brain. You'll need to talk to him about the chemical details." The Canadian shrugged. " the important thing is that you'll be fine."

Jean ran her fingers through her hair, leaving behind a tangled mass that looked almost like a bird's nest in her wake.

"Good...Fine..." She fell silent, her gaze drifting ahead, unfocused, as she slowly nodded.

She laughed.
"Uh... You okay there, boss? I can, um, call someone."

Jean shook her head. "Sorry...amused by term anti-psychotic...because..." she motioned to herself and her current erratic state.

"Tada."

"Likely a good thing you avoided an E/rave period on your life." He pulled up a chair and produced a lidded plate. "Lorna asked me to bring this down. It' supposed to be your favorite."

"Yes, very bad," Jean said, rubbing her forehead. The whispering was persistent in her head. Though she was used to hearing voices, the voices that mingled in with the usual ones thoughts weren't exactly pleasant.

The rustling made her look up and she nodded with a small smile.
"Brownies. Thanks."

"I'm just the delivery boy. Uh, man, I mean. Delivery boy implies one of those flat hats and a leather satchel." He leaned back in his chair. "They mentioned that the Box is available if you need it. Couldn't be sure just how long the affects would linger for. Feeling overwhelmed or skirting subpsychotic rage at all, eh?"

"Still, thank you..." Jean said.

Jean pulled her knees up to her chest, staring up at him. She kept her hands clenched around her knees to try to quell the shaking, then closed her eyes.

"Yes...results are unpredictable due to being largely untested...when used as an offensive weapon. Some anti-psychotics can have a longer half-life in order to ensure maximum effectiveness in patients...if amount released is able to produce almost instantaneous...effects...means massive dosage....therefore longer to leave system..." she recited, then withdrew a breath.

"Not sure how many psionics they have tried this on. Would recommend safer method for capture if not wanting to beat with stick and on other side of fence."
She lifted her head toward the ceiling and opened her eyes, seeing the ceiling tiles as one giant blur.

"I don't like it in here."

It was one thing to work there, but another to be on the other side of the stethoscope.

"I don't think any one particularly likes being in the medlab, Doc. It's one thing to get the hammer blow as the result of a mission, but it's another thing to expect to enjoy recovering from it." Garrison said sympathetically. His own mutation made trips to the med lab uniformly short, but he still understood the feelings of being trapped. "You know, if you're not randomly tossing cars or things without control over your psionics, I bet they'd move you back to your rooms if you asked."

Jean brought her head back down, resting it against her knees.

"That would be nice."

"I'll talk to them on my way out. It'll get sorted." He was trying to be reassuring, but getting your mind tempered with was traumatic enough for anyone. For a telepath, it had to be akin to a worst nightmare. "Is there anything I can get you?"

Sitting in silence for a few moments, one might've thought she hadn't heard him until a faint voice slipped out under a curtain of curly red hair.

"Milk."

For the brownies.

"Finally. Something I'm an expert on." he grinned boyishly and nodded.

"And can you turn the lights off please?" she added quietly. She was afraid if she tried it right now telekinetically they might have to replace the light bulbs.

Kane grinned as he flipped the switch on the way out. "Sleep tight.', Doc."

"Night," Jean said.

Once the darkness settled, Jean relaxed somewhat, curling up in bed. She managed to get a firm grip on her pillow, which also helped with the shaking. Her coherency was getting better, though she knew it'd be at least a couple of days until she was back to 100%.