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xp_logsAlex, Julian, and JPC stay behind to get the girl to the hospital.
Alex peaked around the corner, sighing in relief when he saw the kid, sitting in the middle of the hall, looking around dazedly. "Okay, there's probably no easy way to do this," he muttered. She was going to be freaked out no matter what. He stepped around the corner, with the others behind him, and gently called, "Hey, kid? You alright?"
"Hey-" Julian hissed as he reached out a hand to try to stop his colleague, but it was too late- Alex was in the hallway, slowly approaching the student. With a sigh he sent a telekinetic pulse through the surrounding corridors, lockers rattling slightly as he tried to detect if the thing was nearby. Sensing nothing, Julian slowly followed Alex, keeping an eye out behind them as they approached the kid.
The girl looked up at the men, holding an injured arm. She had only woken up a few minutes ago and was having trouble remembering the past few hours. "Who are you? Don't come any closer."
Jean-Phillipe grunted. Amnesia? That might be useful, actually. "We are...resident advisors at Xavier's, we know some of your classmates. They were there when you were injured, so we came to check on you. Do you remember what happened?"
"I was in class...I asked to use the bathroom...then nothing. I mean it is a haze but I can't." She whispered. "Am I in trouble?"
"No, you're not," Alex said gently, kneeling down on the ground with her. "Not at all. You look like you're hurt. Do you need help?"
She nodded in response, "Yes. Thank you...wait...what time is it?"
Looking down at his watch, Julian realized that it had gotten cracked sometime during the confrontation, "Crap," he muttered- the watch had been a gift from his mother, and given its state, there was probably no fixing it. However, larger concerns loomed, Scion pulled his phone from his pocket, "It's a bit after seven." Taking advantage of the moment of calm, Julian sent a quick message about their status back to the mansion.
The student stood up but held her side and looked around. What happened? Rubbing her forehead with her other hand. "What a fucking weird ass day."
Jean-Phillipe resisted the strong urge to tell the girl 'you have no idea'. That would be terribly cliche, and invite questions that were perhaps better unanswered. "It is good that you are able to stand, but perhaps we should take you to be checked by a doctor." He gathered the other two with a flick of his eyes and began maneuvering them all toward the exit.
"Good plan," Alex agreed with a nod, looking back. "If you're down with it, we'd be happy to take you to the ER."
The girl nodded, "Yea, it hurts and I think I am bleeding just a little." She pulled her hand away from her side and wonder what kind of animal did this. It wasn't deep but it stung. "Can I borrow a phone? Let my dad know where we are going...."
Julian looked around the group, carefully sliding his phone into his pocket- his mansion phone was supposedly untraceable, but it would still not do to have the number randomly showing up on a civilian phone. "Yeah, we'd love to help you there, but all our phones were...um...stolen, not too long...ago." He could tell she wasn't buying it. "We'll get you outside and figure out a way to get in touch with your father. For now, I think we're all worried that you might have a concussion." He looked to Jean-Phillipe, who seemed to share his pragmatism about the situation, to back him up.
Jean-Phillipe nodded. "Hospital first, then phone calls. After all, it is probably better to have more information to provide your father than have him worry needlessly while you are being examined."
Alex peaked around the corner, sighing in relief when he saw the kid, sitting in the middle of the hall, looking around dazedly. "Okay, there's probably no easy way to do this," he muttered. She was going to be freaked out no matter what. He stepped around the corner, with the others behind him, and gently called, "Hey, kid? You alright?"
"Hey-" Julian hissed as he reached out a hand to try to stop his colleague, but it was too late- Alex was in the hallway, slowly approaching the student. With a sigh he sent a telekinetic pulse through the surrounding corridors, lockers rattling slightly as he tried to detect if the thing was nearby. Sensing nothing, Julian slowly followed Alex, keeping an eye out behind them as they approached the kid.
The girl looked up at the men, holding an injured arm. She had only woken up a few minutes ago and was having trouble remembering the past few hours. "Who are you? Don't come any closer."
Jean-Phillipe grunted. Amnesia? That might be useful, actually. "We are...resident advisors at Xavier's, we know some of your classmates. They were there when you were injured, so we came to check on you. Do you remember what happened?"
"I was in class...I asked to use the bathroom...then nothing. I mean it is a haze but I can't." She whispered. "Am I in trouble?"
"No, you're not," Alex said gently, kneeling down on the ground with her. "Not at all. You look like you're hurt. Do you need help?"
She nodded in response, "Yes. Thank you...wait...what time is it?"
Looking down at his watch, Julian realized that it had gotten cracked sometime during the confrontation, "Crap," he muttered- the watch had been a gift from his mother, and given its state, there was probably no fixing it. However, larger concerns loomed, Scion pulled his phone from his pocket, "It's a bit after seven." Taking advantage of the moment of calm, Julian sent a quick message about their status back to the mansion.
The student stood up but held her side and looked around. What happened? Rubbing her forehead with her other hand. "What a fucking weird ass day."
Jean-Phillipe resisted the strong urge to tell the girl 'you have no idea'. That would be terribly cliche, and invite questions that were perhaps better unanswered. "It is good that you are able to stand, but perhaps we should take you to be checked by a doctor." He gathered the other two with a flick of his eyes and began maneuvering them all toward the exit.
"Good plan," Alex agreed with a nod, looking back. "If you're down with it, we'd be happy to take you to the ER."
The girl nodded, "Yea, it hurts and I think I am bleeding just a little." She pulled her hand away from her side and wonder what kind of animal did this. It wasn't deep but it stung. "Can I borrow a phone? Let my dad know where we are going...."
Julian looked around the group, carefully sliding his phone into his pocket- his mansion phone was supposedly untraceable, but it would still not do to have the number randomly showing up on a civilian phone. "Yeah, we'd love to help you there, but all our phones were...um...stolen, not too long...ago." He could tell she wasn't buying it. "We'll get you outside and figure out a way to get in touch with your father. For now, I think we're all worried that you might have a concussion." He looked to Jean-Phillipe, who seemed to share his pragmatism about the situation, to back him up.
Jean-Phillipe nodded. "Hospital first, then phone calls. After all, it is probably better to have more information to provide your father than have him worry needlessly while you are being examined."
