Log: Clarice & Logan, Clarice & Wade
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xp_logsClarice tends to Logan and Wade in the medlab after Set Fire To the Rain, bringing back memories of her own stint with radiation poisoning
Going over to the bed Logan was laid up in, she checked his steadily improving vials, which was exactly what she expected. "You look like a plucked chicken," she commented, recording his stats. It looked painful, but his healing factor was working nicely so she wasn't too worried about the burns. "That's better than the charred, burned chicken from last night. How're you feeling?"
Logan grunted in response and attempted the smallest shift in his body he could manage. It still brought a massive flash of pain that rivaled the healing pain his body was currently undergoing. "I end up like this entirely too fuckin' much. Why don't we have more fireproof people 'stead of healin' factor people?" He forgot himself and shrugged then winced in pain. "Like well charred and over done steak."
"Fair," she agreed, "You want morphine? I know, I know, your healing factor, yadda yadda yadda, but it will help some and I'd like you to be as comfortable as possible. Just because you have a healing factor doesn't mean it doesn't hurt," Clarice had a healed burn on her back and it had been horrible while it healed. This had to be a million times worse.
"Can ya shoot me up with a whole vial of morphine? Even if ya can't, I'll take whatever you can give me." Logan was waiting for the pain to subside into the itching sensation of healing instead of this constant ever agony. "Hurts like a bitch. Folks always tend to forget that."
"Sure," she nodded, checking his chart again before going to get the vial from the locked cabinet and preparing a syringe. "I can't give you more for a while after this though," she wasn't overly concerned with following proper hospital regulations since they were mutants in an underground medlab not subject to normal oversights. Plus, mutant healing factor. "You want anything else? Music? NPR? New age hippy relaxing global stuff? An audio book?"
"'ppreciate it." More than anyone would even know. Kyle probably had a good idea of how shitastic this felt but most everyone else assumed it was just inconvenient. "Alcohol?" He paused. "All the alcohol."
"No alcohol," Clarice stated, checking her syringe and then sliding it into the port on his IV. "Sorry. I can give you distractions only from here."
Logan grumbled in protest. "You already know it's gonna do jack all for me. I might get 30 seconds of anything, and that's if I'm lucky."
Moving over to Wade's bed after checking on Logan, she checked his vitals and examined his bandages. "How're you feeling?" she asked semi-rhetorically, feeling for him. Even with his healing factor, he had to be 90000 types of unhappy. She'd had radiation poisoning of before without a healing factor and she wouldn't wish that on her worst enemies. Wade was her friend.
"Ugh," Wade answered. That was about all he really felt capable of managing. This was like chemo, but a billion times worse. He wished they could just sedate him, but since that wasn't in the cards, there he was. "Hate Ross. A lot. Idiot." It was a familiar refrain, at this point. If the General hadn't been so stupid, Wade wouldn't have had to be all morally superior and save him. "Everybody else?"
"Everyone else is fine," well, relatively speaking. "Healing factors are being employed. Ross is still an idiot," she assured him. "Anything I can do to help? Water? Fluffy bunny to cuddle? Stuffed, not real." She knew that morphine or other pain-reducing drugs wouldn't have much effect on him either. Healing factors were helpful, to a point.
"Nah," Wade said, unwilling to shake his head. "Can you put the TV on a different channel? Elephant doc?"
"Animal planet it is," she agreed with a smile, using the clicker to change the channel. "Anything else? Unfortunately, neither of us are mind readers, so you'll have to use the call button if you want me to come back for a little while."
"Discovery Channel sucks now. Disappointing," Wade muttered, eyelids half-drooping. "Fuck. Sound like that asshole all three of me didn't vote for."
"Feel better, dumbass," Clarice murmured, dimming the lights and going to collapse in her desk chair. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she sighed staring up at the overhead lights. It was what....10 years since she'd had radiation poisoning herself? Hard to believe it had been that long right now. Taking care of Logan and Wade made her feel like it was just yesterday. Blinking hard, she took a few deep breaths, trying not to shudder. She needed to get away for a minute, clear her head. Too many memories of that were running through her head, forcing their way forward.
Getting up, she glanced at their beds through the glass walls of their rooms, then headed to the fridge to see what was in there she could eat. Maybe she could distract herself that way. She was nearly as helpless now to help them as she was back then as a patient relying on the doctors to help her through it. It didn't feel any better. Grabbing a soda, she practically chugged it, the carbonation burning as it went down. Better.
Back to work.
Going over to the bed Logan was laid up in, she checked his steadily improving vials, which was exactly what she expected. "You look like a plucked chicken," she commented, recording his stats. It looked painful, but his healing factor was working nicely so she wasn't too worried about the burns. "That's better than the charred, burned chicken from last night. How're you feeling?"
Logan grunted in response and attempted the smallest shift in his body he could manage. It still brought a massive flash of pain that rivaled the healing pain his body was currently undergoing. "I end up like this entirely too fuckin' much. Why don't we have more fireproof people 'stead of healin' factor people?" He forgot himself and shrugged then winced in pain. "Like well charred and over done steak."
"Fair," she agreed, "You want morphine? I know, I know, your healing factor, yadda yadda yadda, but it will help some and I'd like you to be as comfortable as possible. Just because you have a healing factor doesn't mean it doesn't hurt," Clarice had a healed burn on her back and it had been horrible while it healed. This had to be a million times worse.
"Can ya shoot me up with a whole vial of morphine? Even if ya can't, I'll take whatever you can give me." Logan was waiting for the pain to subside into the itching sensation of healing instead of this constant ever agony. "Hurts like a bitch. Folks always tend to forget that."
"Sure," she nodded, checking his chart again before going to get the vial from the locked cabinet and preparing a syringe. "I can't give you more for a while after this though," she wasn't overly concerned with following proper hospital regulations since they were mutants in an underground medlab not subject to normal oversights. Plus, mutant healing factor. "You want anything else? Music? NPR? New age hippy relaxing global stuff? An audio book?"
"'ppreciate it." More than anyone would even know. Kyle probably had a good idea of how shitastic this felt but most everyone else assumed it was just inconvenient. "Alcohol?" He paused. "All the alcohol."
"No alcohol," Clarice stated, checking her syringe and then sliding it into the port on his IV. "Sorry. I can give you distractions only from here."
Logan grumbled in protest. "You already know it's gonna do jack all for me. I might get 30 seconds of anything, and that's if I'm lucky."
Moving over to Wade's bed after checking on Logan, she checked his vitals and examined his bandages. "How're you feeling?" she asked semi-rhetorically, feeling for him. Even with his healing factor, he had to be 90000 types of unhappy. She'd had radiation poisoning of before without a healing factor and she wouldn't wish that on her worst enemies. Wade was her friend.
"Ugh," Wade answered. That was about all he really felt capable of managing. This was like chemo, but a billion times worse. He wished they could just sedate him, but since that wasn't in the cards, there he was. "Hate Ross. A lot. Idiot." It was a familiar refrain, at this point. If the General hadn't been so stupid, Wade wouldn't have had to be all morally superior and save him. "Everybody else?"
"Everyone else is fine," well, relatively speaking. "Healing factors are being employed. Ross is still an idiot," she assured him. "Anything I can do to help? Water? Fluffy bunny to cuddle? Stuffed, not real." She knew that morphine or other pain-reducing drugs wouldn't have much effect on him either. Healing factors were helpful, to a point.
"Nah," Wade said, unwilling to shake his head. "Can you put the TV on a different channel? Elephant doc?"
"Animal planet it is," she agreed with a smile, using the clicker to change the channel. "Anything else? Unfortunately, neither of us are mind readers, so you'll have to use the call button if you want me to come back for a little while."
"Discovery Channel sucks now. Disappointing," Wade muttered, eyelids half-drooping. "Fuck. Sound like that asshole all three of me didn't vote for."
"Feel better, dumbass," Clarice murmured, dimming the lights and going to collapse in her desk chair. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she sighed staring up at the overhead lights. It was what....10 years since she'd had radiation poisoning herself? Hard to believe it had been that long right now. Taking care of Logan and Wade made her feel like it was just yesterday. Blinking hard, she took a few deep breaths, trying not to shudder. She needed to get away for a minute, clear her head. Too many memories of that were running through her head, forcing their way forward.
Getting up, she glanced at their beds through the glass walls of their rooms, then headed to the fridge to see what was in there she could eat. Maybe she could distract herself that way. She was nearly as helpless now to help them as she was back then as a patient relying on the doctors to help her through it. It didn't feel any better. Grabbing a soda, she practically chugged it, the carbonation burning as it went down. Better.
Back to work.
