Johnny and Clarice, Monday morning in the Medlab.

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Johnny knocked on the door to the medlab, his right arm cradled against his side. "Doc Jean? Clarice? Anyone?" Please let craycray Doc Voight be the one in the medlab.

"Back here!" Clarice called, heading out front clad in her usual scrubs. Jean tended to wear suits or street clothes, but why bother for the medlab? Scrubs worked just fine for her. She could save her fancy clothes for when she wanted to be fancy. "What's up, Johnny?" she asked, already noting how he held his arm. Of course, that could just be for giggles.

"Hey, Clarice. I ... think I broke my arm." Johnny took a deep breath and then another one. "I had a fall in the gym and..." Eyes wide, he looked like he was about twelve. "It really hurts."

"Yeah, that looks like it would," Clarice agreed matter-of-factly. "Here," she fished a lollipop out of her pocket and handed it to Johnny unwrapped. That was a good trick she'd learned in the ER. "And if you behave, I'll give you the good drugs," she joked, motioning for him to go sit on one of the beds.

Johnny sucked on the lollipop and spoke around it as he sat down on the bed. "You're allowed to give me the good drugs? I thought only doctors could do that..."

Clarice grinned, "I'm a PA. Just assume I'm a doctor without the fancy title," she didn't need a title to be damn good at her job. "But yes. I can write prescriptions. And set your arm and do the x-rays and all the lovely other things needed if it is broken. Now let me see it," she gloved up just to be safe and carefully touched his arm along the bone to get his reaction.

He was watching her like a hawk, despite the fact that she was going to be gentle. "Ow?" Johnny ventured a moment later.

"Yeah, you gotta tell me when and where it hurts. And how badly," Clarice replied. "Because if your elbow hurts more than your wrist, that's a different problem. Or should I go and x-ray your ankle for fun?"

"Well, my wrist is hurting most..."

Holding it gently and pressing down, Johnny's wince of pain was all Clarice needed to hear. Rotating the joint, she touched his hand and fingers, "Does your hand hurt too or just your wrist?"

Johnny shrugged. "I landed on my hand after I missed the jump. I don't know if it's just sore because I crushed it..."

"There's some swelling, definitely," Clarice went to get the x-ray so they could do that, "I'm going to x-ray it, but I don't think it's broken. I think you just sprained it. Putting your entire weight on the one place is a good way to do that. I'd tell you 'don't do that' but you probably will again, just as unintentionally."

Johnny gave her a miserable nod. "Which is probably going to be the next time I miss a jump or something. You train with me enough to know that if I'm not missing jumps I might still wrench my arms and things."

"Hazard of the Danger Room," Clarice agreed. And missions in general. They got banged up. She had a host of scars from various missions herself. Once Johnny was set for the x-rays, Clarice took several from different angles, then set them to develop digitally so they could take a look, "I thought your powers prevented all that? Or are you getting better control?"

You mean, do I still freak out all the fucking time? Johnny shrugged. "My danger sense tells me when something bad is going to happen. Mostly. And I have super reflexes and super agility and I heal quick. But even with all of that... It's like um... I can do stuff Olympic gymnasts would go 'oh, hell no' over but I still have, like, limits. It's just way more spectacular when I do miss things."

Fair point, "Well this was pretty spectacular," Clarice agreed, turning on a bank of computer screens on the wall to show his xrays. Studying them for a long moment, Clarice turned back to Johnny, "Your arm doesn't look broken. Just sprained pretty badly. I'm going to wrap it and give you something for the pain, but I want to see you again in a couple days. Don't be a dumbass and aggravate it either our it won't heal. Understand?" there were a lot of people here who liked to push limits. Stupidly so.

It wasn't broken. It wasn't broken. Johnny smiled broadly as the terror he hadn't even been willing to acknowledge lifted. It wasn't broken so he wasn't going to have to think about what he'd do if it was broken because it would never really be the same again. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear that," he said. "I'll take it easy. Don't worry. I'll just like... do a bunch of cooking or something instead. I don't think I'll get too bored."

"You better not," Clarice wagging a non-menacing finger at him, "I live here. I can so monitor what you do. Just because it's not broken now doesn't mean you can't make it worse. There's always worse," she handed him another lollipop, "Lemme get you some pain medication and then you're all set." She finished splinting his arm quickly.

"There's always worse? God, that's cheerful." Johnny gave her the puppydog eyes but obediently sat still as she splinted his arm. "Thanks, dudette."

"I'm purple, isn't that cheery enough?" Clarice asked with a grin and a funny face, "But you'll be fine. The pain should start to subside in a few days, but I'm giving you pain pills for a week. And I want to see you in a week to check everything, too."

Johnny nodded. "Okay..." and leaned back and sighed. "Man, this week is going to suck, what with the whole 'take it easy or your arm will fall off' thing. Augh."

That was how these things went sometime, "Don't worry," Clarice assured him, "You'll be just fine. Now go watch TV or something," she swatted at Johnny sending him on his way.