Molly, Wade, Kyle, and Hank: Aftermath
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xp_logs Wade and Kyle take Molly to the medlab. A discovery is made.
Molly lay sleeping on the examination table in one of the exam rooms. Her face, clothes, and body were covered in mud that had been stuck to the bottom of the boulder, mud that probably hadn't seen the light of day in thousands of years since the boulder was too heavy to be moved by anything but some sort of mechanical equipment--or a determined 12 year old and a telekinetic.
Her dragon hat was askew, part of it dipping down over her forehead. Her hair was wild and tangled. She wasn't even tall enough to span the length of the entire table, two feet of the table left to go from where her bright red snow boots stopped.
"Dude, what in the entire ass were you thinking?" Kyle was trying not to pace and failing. Doctor Voight had said Molly had no serious injuries to her spine or back, but they wanted to do further tests. "I mean like, seriously, dude, go let the 12 year old just pick up giant fucking boulders?"
"No, dude," Wade said, straightening Molly's hat even though it probably didn't matter. "I was thinking the medium boulder I could lift would be plenty big. Jesus fucking Christ." His voice was entirely calm as he spoke, save for the emphasis on 'dude,' because whatever else was going on, he didn't want to actually disturb Molly despite the fact that seeing her complaining about being woken up would be a relief. "Do not lecture me about this right now. Anything you can say I'm already saying to myself."
"I'm just saying, I'm just saying." Kyle said, with a shrug. "I didn't know she couldn't go squish and I'm pretty sure nobody did, and I'm really damn glad she didn't squish." Okay, he could forgo lectures, and maybe there didn't have to be one, if there'd been a medium boulder, but still. Too close to cute little kid getting squashed for Kyle's taste.
A light rap on the door ended any thought of further discussion, or so it seemed to Hank as he pushed the door open and poked his furry blue head inside. Since he'd been laid up in bed until a few days ago, he'd been unable to keep up his grooming habits, and now was sporting something akin to a mane. "I do hope I'm not disrupting anything," he whispered, keenly aware of what had just been exchanged on the other side of the door, partly because of his acute hearing and partly for knowing how protective Kyle was of children.
Hank stepped into the room, leaning on a metal cane for support and wearing the painted lab coat that Pitor had made for him as a birthday gift. His midsection was still bandaged and would need to be inspected soon, which is why he was here instead of Amelia- who was in the adjacent room getting ready for him. "We have Miss Hayes' test results and you'll both be interested to know, I think, that she will be perfectly fine."
If he'd been a religious man, Wade would've said a few Hail Marys or something at the news. "Thanks, OJ," he said, the tightness never actually leaving his chest because how fucked up would it have been if she hadn't been unsquishable? What the hell had he been thinking? "What kept her from getting hurt?"
"Yeah, it'd be good to know why she's okay." Kyle agreed. He was guessing it was the same kind of thing that kept Marie from getting squished but what did he know? He'd gotten a C in Biology. "Also maybe figure out what happened, cause you know, boulder, twelve year old."
People were talking. It sounded like 'rabble rabble rabble.' They were very close by, and it made it very hard to sleep. Molly turned over, curling up into a ball to get comfortable but her bed was not being very cooperative.
"Can you please turn the TV off?" she murmured.
"It's very loud."
"Of course," Hank smiled and held up a finger to his lips toward the two other men before continuing in a whisper. "Our initial tests were aimed at discovering if Molly was still, in fact, healthy. Which, as I said before, she appears to be. Once Miss Hayes regains full consciousness, we will need to run some further tests to determine if this was a spontaneous change or a persistent part of her mutation which we overlooked. I am sure that Molly will be quite pleased to hear that she will be needing to spend further time here," Hank winked and leaned on his cane.
Wade had to smile a little at Molly's request. He gave Hank about half his attention, listening to the explanation even while he sat on his heels near Molly's head and said, "Hey, half-pint. We're probably gonna have to move you soon. Somewhere more comfortable, promise. OJ, your Doctor Beast, he says you gotta stay in the medlab for a bit. You don't have to wake up for it, though." He kept his voice quiet, though he knew with the other men in the room it didn't really matter.
"What?" Molly mumbled, her eyes fluttered. The Medlab sounded bad.
"We're not in my room?" she said, then nodded as she shifted places again and found her bed that was not her bed still not feeling good at all.
"That explains a lot."
Unless she was still dreaming and she was on the floor and Wademan was just in her dream talking about orange juice and the medlab. But the floor didn't have a bumpy part for the head.
Her eyes fluttered again, as bits and pieces started to come back and her eyes opened.
"Oh there was a big rock."
Kyle covered his eyes with one hand and muttered. Not gonna swear in front of the kid, not gonna swear in front of the kid. "Maybe you should watch it on the big rocks for a while?" he suggested. "I think you're gonna give Wade old man grey hair."
The doctor ruffled his mane and chuckled softly, "Yes, in addition to some others I'd rather not mention. Mister Gibney, Mister Wilson, do you think you can manage transporting our patient to her suite?"
"I got her," Wade said, straightening so he could scoop Molly up. "Gibney, can you get the door?" He figured OJ could lead the way or whatever. Precious, apparently unsquishable cargo on the move and all.
"Hey, if Logan's any indication, I won't get grey hair for like a billion years." Kyle pushed the door open, and held it for the small parade of Hank, Molly and Wade. "So it's all Old Man Wade here. I mean, he's ancient and crap." Back to joking, since it was safe now, and Molly was fine and Kyle could just go have a personal little "What the crap!" later.
Molly put her head on Wade's shoulder, trying to wake up more but she was still quite sleepy. She smiled at Kyle. Kyle was there too. And Dr. Beast, and Wademan. Almost all of her favorite guys
"No more rocks for awhile, Girl Scout's honor," she said. That was scary for her too. She was a little freaked out because the rock fell on her and she was okay, but she was too sleepy to think anymore about it for the moment.
"Who's Logan?" she said, stifling a yawn. A jackass, Wade didn't say. "Another guy with a healing factor like me and Kyle," Wade said. "He's more like Kyle than me, though, so the fuzzball's probably right about you giving me grey hair and him never getting it."
"Short, hairy, and grouchy. Sometimes he lives here, and sometimes he, I dunno, lives in Canada or something. In an igloo." Kyle wasn't really inclined to be nice about Logan. Logan ditched people a lot. "Lets get you upstairs, huh, and dude, if you're a Girl Scout, where's the cookies?" He could even eat some of them! Unfair.
"Cookies cost $3.50..." Molly said, her eyes fluttering closed, not very salesgirl-like as she started to drift off while Wademan carried her to one of the medlab rooms.
Molly lay sleeping on the examination table in one of the exam rooms. Her face, clothes, and body were covered in mud that had been stuck to the bottom of the boulder, mud that probably hadn't seen the light of day in thousands of years since the boulder was too heavy to be moved by anything but some sort of mechanical equipment--or a determined 12 year old and a telekinetic.
Her dragon hat was askew, part of it dipping down over her forehead. Her hair was wild and tangled. She wasn't even tall enough to span the length of the entire table, two feet of the table left to go from where her bright red snow boots stopped.
"Dude, what in the entire ass were you thinking?" Kyle was trying not to pace and failing. Doctor Voight had said Molly had no serious injuries to her spine or back, but they wanted to do further tests. "I mean like, seriously, dude, go let the 12 year old just pick up giant fucking boulders?"
"No, dude," Wade said, straightening Molly's hat even though it probably didn't matter. "I was thinking the medium boulder I could lift would be plenty big. Jesus fucking Christ." His voice was entirely calm as he spoke, save for the emphasis on 'dude,' because whatever else was going on, he didn't want to actually disturb Molly despite the fact that seeing her complaining about being woken up would be a relief. "Do not lecture me about this right now. Anything you can say I'm already saying to myself."
"I'm just saying, I'm just saying." Kyle said, with a shrug. "I didn't know she couldn't go squish and I'm pretty sure nobody did, and I'm really damn glad she didn't squish." Okay, he could forgo lectures, and maybe there didn't have to be one, if there'd been a medium boulder, but still. Too close to cute little kid getting squashed for Kyle's taste.
A light rap on the door ended any thought of further discussion, or so it seemed to Hank as he pushed the door open and poked his furry blue head inside. Since he'd been laid up in bed until a few days ago, he'd been unable to keep up his grooming habits, and now was sporting something akin to a mane. "I do hope I'm not disrupting anything," he whispered, keenly aware of what had just been exchanged on the other side of the door, partly because of his acute hearing and partly for knowing how protective Kyle was of children.
Hank stepped into the room, leaning on a metal cane for support and wearing the painted lab coat that Pitor had made for him as a birthday gift. His midsection was still bandaged and would need to be inspected soon, which is why he was here instead of Amelia- who was in the adjacent room getting ready for him. "We have Miss Hayes' test results and you'll both be interested to know, I think, that she will be perfectly fine."
If he'd been a religious man, Wade would've said a few Hail Marys or something at the news. "Thanks, OJ," he said, the tightness never actually leaving his chest because how fucked up would it have been if she hadn't been unsquishable? What the hell had he been thinking? "What kept her from getting hurt?"
"Yeah, it'd be good to know why she's okay." Kyle agreed. He was guessing it was the same kind of thing that kept Marie from getting squished but what did he know? He'd gotten a C in Biology. "Also maybe figure out what happened, cause you know, boulder, twelve year old."
People were talking. It sounded like 'rabble rabble rabble.' They were very close by, and it made it very hard to sleep. Molly turned over, curling up into a ball to get comfortable but her bed was not being very cooperative.
"Can you please turn the TV off?" she murmured.
"It's very loud."
"Of course," Hank smiled and held up a finger to his lips toward the two other men before continuing in a whisper. "Our initial tests were aimed at discovering if Molly was still, in fact, healthy. Which, as I said before, she appears to be. Once Miss Hayes regains full consciousness, we will need to run some further tests to determine if this was a spontaneous change or a persistent part of her mutation which we overlooked. I am sure that Molly will be quite pleased to hear that she will be needing to spend further time here," Hank winked and leaned on his cane.
Wade had to smile a little at Molly's request. He gave Hank about half his attention, listening to the explanation even while he sat on his heels near Molly's head and said, "Hey, half-pint. We're probably gonna have to move you soon. Somewhere more comfortable, promise. OJ, your Doctor Beast, he says you gotta stay in the medlab for a bit. You don't have to wake up for it, though." He kept his voice quiet, though he knew with the other men in the room it didn't really matter.
"What?" Molly mumbled, her eyes fluttered. The Medlab sounded bad.
"We're not in my room?" she said, then nodded as she shifted places again and found her bed that was not her bed still not feeling good at all.
"That explains a lot."
Unless she was still dreaming and she was on the floor and Wademan was just in her dream talking about orange juice and the medlab. But the floor didn't have a bumpy part for the head.
Her eyes fluttered again, as bits and pieces started to come back and her eyes opened.
"Oh there was a big rock."
Kyle covered his eyes with one hand and muttered. Not gonna swear in front of the kid, not gonna swear in front of the kid. "Maybe you should watch it on the big rocks for a while?" he suggested. "I think you're gonna give Wade old man grey hair."
The doctor ruffled his mane and chuckled softly, "Yes, in addition to some others I'd rather not mention. Mister Gibney, Mister Wilson, do you think you can manage transporting our patient to her suite?"
"I got her," Wade said, straightening so he could scoop Molly up. "Gibney, can you get the door?" He figured OJ could lead the way or whatever. Precious, apparently unsquishable cargo on the move and all.
"Hey, if Logan's any indication, I won't get grey hair for like a billion years." Kyle pushed the door open, and held it for the small parade of Hank, Molly and Wade. "So it's all Old Man Wade here. I mean, he's ancient and crap." Back to joking, since it was safe now, and Molly was fine and Kyle could just go have a personal little "What the crap!" later.
Molly put her head on Wade's shoulder, trying to wake up more but she was still quite sleepy. She smiled at Kyle. Kyle was there too. And Dr. Beast, and Wademan. Almost all of her favorite guys
"No more rocks for awhile, Girl Scout's honor," she said. That was scary for her too. She was a little freaked out because the rock fell on her and she was okay, but she was too sleepy to think anymore about it for the moment.
"Who's Logan?" she said, stifling a yawn. A jackass, Wade didn't say. "Another guy with a healing factor like me and Kyle," Wade said. "He's more like Kyle than me, though, so the fuzzball's probably right about you giving me grey hair and him never getting it."
"Short, hairy, and grouchy. Sometimes he lives here, and sometimes he, I dunno, lives in Canada or something. In an igloo." Kyle wasn't really inclined to be nice about Logan. Logan ditched people a lot. "Lets get you upstairs, huh, and dude, if you're a Girl Scout, where's the cookies?" He could even eat some of them! Unfair.
"Cookies cost $3.50..." Molly said, her eyes fluttering closed, not very salesgirl-like as she started to drift off while Wademan carried her to one of the medlab rooms.
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