Psi War: Obscura | Jean Grey
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xp_logsJean's mystery patient has a mystery recovery, and it inspires him to make their professional relationship personal.
After a few minutes of scanning of Mr. Matthews' chart, Jean felt a note of sadness as she readied herself to go in. After a week in the hospital, he was doing progressively better, even after observation, even if they still couldn't find anything wrong. But they couldn't keep him there.
She finally knocked on the door, stepping inside.
"Well, I think everything seems to be on the mend. You should be ready to be discharged this afternoon."
"The only positive discharge possible." Parker said, sitting up and swiveling in the bed and putting his feet on the floor. "I have to admit, Doc, I feel a lot better. You guys do good work."
"The miracle of modern medicine, I suppose," Jean said with a smile.
"We still don't know what's fully wrong with you, but you've made a steady recovery so there's not much we can do other than keep you here until things flare back up. It may have been a fluke. Still, if you have any recurrent symptoms let me---us know, okay?"
"You almost sound disappointed, Doc." Parker gave her an easy grin. "Let me guess. It's the hospital gown. You know, most guys can't make something baby blue and assless work, but I think I've got it happening."
Jean felt herself nearly responding in a way that was entirely inappropriate for a doctor, but she managed to reel it in at the last moment. She laughed. "That's---No, I'm glad you're feeling better," she said, clutching the clipboard against her chest.
"Not every medical mystery can be solved, I suppose."
"Sure you don't want me to put in a little self harm? Nothing too serious, but maybe a banged up ankle or something? Last chance." He said, getting up. He was... mostly joking.
Jean smirked. "I'd rather you not. Goes against my 'first do no harm' oath."
"Always a roadblock." Parker got up. "I guess it is time to sleep in my own bed again. And eat something that isn't brought by pretty women."
He moved over to the small closet and began to pull out the clothes he'd been admitted in. "So, assuming a thermometer isn't involved, can I interest you in a coffee? I live a couple of miles from here and there's some places that make a decent... coffee." He finished, lamely.
Silent a moment, Jean glanced down. It'd been months, nearly a year or more since she and Warren had dated. She'd been so wrapped up in her work that she barely looked at anyone else when they came her way. If she wasn't careful, she'd probably wind up an old lady, blathering on about the time she fought Iron Man.
"I like...coffee," she said finally, smiling softly.
"That would be nice."
"I hear good things about the pastry... oh, wait, you said yes. I'm on unexplored territory here." Parker winked unexpectedly. "Great. No, really, great. So, do I call you or you call me. There's some kind of professional thing we need to navigate, right?"
Jean nodded. "Yeah. Especially since you're my patient. But, you won't be soon, so....We can wait until then for number exchange. In the meantime, though, you'll still have to stay in the assless gown for a little while longer until we've finished all our tests."
"See, when I use that pick-up line, people think I'm creepy."
"Purely medical context," Jean mused.
"I'll send in the nurse to take some blood and urine samples and administer one more intravenous round of antibiotics. The samples are just to make sure. Like I said, you should be able to be discharged this afternoon, but I'd rather take precautions. "
"OK Cupid is usually less stringent but... I'm happy to wait." He gave her a grin as he pulled out his clothes. "So, I'm going to put these on..."
"...this afternoon when we discharge you. No earlier," Jean said with a simple wag of her finger.
"You win, Doc. I am in your capable hands until I'm not."
Jean grinned. "Good," she said. "You would have some very cranky nurses, and no one wants to get on their bad side."
She turned to leave.
"Get some rest, Mr. Matthews. I'll see you in a few."
"It's a date."
After a few minutes of scanning of Mr. Matthews' chart, Jean felt a note of sadness as she readied herself to go in. After a week in the hospital, he was doing progressively better, even after observation, even if they still couldn't find anything wrong. But they couldn't keep him there.
She finally knocked on the door, stepping inside.
"Well, I think everything seems to be on the mend. You should be ready to be discharged this afternoon."
"The only positive discharge possible." Parker said, sitting up and swiveling in the bed and putting his feet on the floor. "I have to admit, Doc, I feel a lot better. You guys do good work."
"The miracle of modern medicine, I suppose," Jean said with a smile.
"We still don't know what's fully wrong with you, but you've made a steady recovery so there's not much we can do other than keep you here until things flare back up. It may have been a fluke. Still, if you have any recurrent symptoms let me---us know, okay?"
"You almost sound disappointed, Doc." Parker gave her an easy grin. "Let me guess. It's the hospital gown. You know, most guys can't make something baby blue and assless work, but I think I've got it happening."
Jean felt herself nearly responding in a way that was entirely inappropriate for a doctor, but she managed to reel it in at the last moment. She laughed. "That's---No, I'm glad you're feeling better," she said, clutching the clipboard against her chest.
"Not every medical mystery can be solved, I suppose."
"Sure you don't want me to put in a little self harm? Nothing too serious, but maybe a banged up ankle or something? Last chance." He said, getting up. He was... mostly joking.
Jean smirked. "I'd rather you not. Goes against my 'first do no harm' oath."
"Always a roadblock." Parker got up. "I guess it is time to sleep in my own bed again. And eat something that isn't brought by pretty women."
He moved over to the small closet and began to pull out the clothes he'd been admitted in. "So, assuming a thermometer isn't involved, can I interest you in a coffee? I live a couple of miles from here and there's some places that make a decent... coffee." He finished, lamely.
Silent a moment, Jean glanced down. It'd been months, nearly a year or more since she and Warren had dated. She'd been so wrapped up in her work that she barely looked at anyone else when they came her way. If she wasn't careful, she'd probably wind up an old lady, blathering on about the time she fought Iron Man.
"I like...coffee," she said finally, smiling softly.
"That would be nice."
"I hear good things about the pastry... oh, wait, you said yes. I'm on unexplored territory here." Parker winked unexpectedly. "Great. No, really, great. So, do I call you or you call me. There's some kind of professional thing we need to navigate, right?"
Jean nodded. "Yeah. Especially since you're my patient. But, you won't be soon, so....We can wait until then for number exchange. In the meantime, though, you'll still have to stay in the assless gown for a little while longer until we've finished all our tests."
"See, when I use that pick-up line, people think I'm creepy."
"Purely medical context," Jean mused.
"I'll send in the nurse to take some blood and urine samples and administer one more intravenous round of antibiotics. The samples are just to make sure. Like I said, you should be able to be discharged this afternoon, but I'd rather take precautions. "
"OK Cupid is usually less stringent but... I'm happy to wait." He gave her a grin as he pulled out his clothes. "So, I'm going to put these on..."
"...this afternoon when we discharge you. No earlier," Jean said with a simple wag of her finger.
"You win, Doc. I am in your capable hands until I'm not."
Jean grinned. "Good," she said. "You would have some very cranky nurses, and no one wants to get on their bad side."
She turned to leave.
"Get some rest, Mr. Matthews. I'll see you in a few."
"It's a date."
