Log [Alison & Haroun] Hiding out a little bit longer...

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Alison & Haroun. Saturday afternoon, after this log. Haroun limps back to his room and Alison is less then pleased to find out he's got holes in his arm and leg.

And while it was unnerving to be sticking a finger in your boyfriend's leg to check for splinters of all things, Alison knew she was taking this far better than she might have in other circumstances.

It was a nice warm bed, even if it wasn't her own - that might have had something to do with the fact that she'd dragged back one of her own comforters when she'd wandered off to her room to fetch her portable after speaking to Nathan, but Alison wasn't inclined to be picky about much right now. Warm. Safe. A death of arms holding her just now maybe, but that might be changing at any moment, from what she could tell.

Haroun opened up the door to his room and then stopped dead. There was an Alison in his bed. It took him about three point four seconds to go from surprise to pleased. She'd stayed! An excellent sign! "Hey." He called out to her, waving the hand attached to his bandaged arm at her. "How are you feeling this morning?"

"Like hiding out from everyone else," she replied agreeably, shifting a bit under the covers, wearing a new set of cotton leggings and a tank top once more. "Went down to check in on Mick earlier. And Nathan. Came back here after." Alison said the words slowly, before starting to move under the covers, until she was in a sitting position, tracking the bandage as it was waved at her along with the hand. "What is that?"

"This? It's a bandage." he said very matter-of-factly. "I asked Nathan about what happened while you were in Europe. It - did not go well. If you listen very closely, you can probably hear Cain grumbling about repairs from here." And just then his leg, the one holed by the shrapnel, chose that moment to begin trembling violently. Haroun stared down at it and then half-sat, half-fell into one of his guest chairs.

There was a nice hole in his leg. Alison blinked, then moved finally, the comforter struggled out of remarkably fast as she padded across the room to his side. The arm was bandaged, and well - either Moira or Madelyn. Probably Moira, if Nathan was involved. There was a hole in his leg. "That's not good." She sighed and knelt down, eyeing it pensively. "Is Hank the only one who can help with that?" At least knowing it didn't hurt him helped a lot towards the being calm about the whole thing. Some.

"What, this?" he said, poking a finger at the hole in his leg and coming back with a fingertip covered by the white goo that coated the insides of his cybernetics. "I told it that I knew it was damaged, thank you very much. So no, there's no pain, and yes, Hank is the only one qualified to do spot repairs." he said. "Aero is my specialty, not cybernetics."

She wrinkled her nose at that, although she didn't budge an inch. Ew. "Wait. I read something in the journals earlier. Something about one of the new kids being good with this sort of stuff?" She'd really just skimmed over the posts - going more in depth later would probably be a good idea. Just not today. "Maybe he could help, to patch things up at least..." She trailed off, frowning a bit. Someone was getting an email about this.

Haroun shook his head. "Forge?" he said. "No, I don't think so. Not right now. I don't even know the kid - haven't met him yet face-to-face. No way of knowing if he's as good as he thinks he is." Haroun looked uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going, and covered the hole in his thigh with his hands. "You sound better." he said, trying to change the subject.

"Getting to sleep without waking up screaming like a lunatic usually helps me feel better." Alison hadn't meant to say that quite so wryly and winced a bit at her tone of voice. She tapped his hands lightly - the talk with Madelyn had been... thorough. But there wasn't much to do for that unless Hank was around. "Got a medkit here? That needs to be covered properly at least, until Hank can get to it."

Haroun nodded. "Next to the desk, the one with the Metal Church sticker on it." he said with a grin. He tried to relax his leg on the off chance that maybe that way it would stop spasming, but no luck. It was still twitching, and it wasn't listening to the stand-down command. "Don't make me turn you off." he told his leg with a scolding tone. "Because that's just annoying."

"Metal Church?" Well, they were loud from what little of them she thought she might have once heard. "Interesting sticker, that." Alison headed back towards him, snagging a chair on the way back and plopping down on it unceremoniously. And eyed the twitching leg for a moment. "I can fix you up, but you may have to do a shut down on that while I put the bandage on at least," she said, a bit apologetically.

Haroun nodded. "In that case, let me hop over to the bed. If you're going to shut down to bandage, I don't want to have to worry about sitting upright." he said. So he stood up on his still-functioning leg, hopped over to the bed, and then collapsed upon it. He closed his eyes for a second, and his legs went absolutely still. "OK, they're offline for a maintenance cycle." he said. "Go ahead and bandage it." He could do it himself, of course, but this way was so much easier.

The sweats were ruined, so making the hole that much bigger so she could work on bandaging things up properly really wasn't an issue. A couple of very low level and neat laser slices later, Alison had the working space she needed, first cleaning up things around the hole before pausing with a faintly worried expression. "He didn't leave any splinters or anything in there, did he?" She might have to do more than email Nathan if he had.

"I have no way of knowing." he replied. "I think the splinter came out clean, but there's no way to tell without exploring the wound. Feel up for it, or should we save it for the Docs?" he asked her. He hated that she was seeing him injured. It was completely irrational - they were X-Men, for crying out loud, but there it was.

Explore - oh yes. It was, she reflected, such a good thing she'd had that talk with Madelyn. And while it was unnerving to be sticking a finger in your boyfriend's leg to check for splinters of all things, Alison knew she was taking this far better than she might have in other circumstances. "I asked Madelyn a few questions last week," she offered, hand resting next to the wound. "I think I can manage it, and she could do with not worrying about more if it can be avoided."

"Did you, now?" he said conversationally. "Was I the sole topic of discussion?" he asked her as he propped up his upper body to watch her explore the wound in his leg. His lower half was dead weight with the 'ware on a maintenance cycle, and that was just one more thing to be annoyed at. He couldn't even feel her touch right now.

"Yes." This was odd. Decidedly odd. She was sticking to odd for now, because that wasn't too bad. And no splinters to date, although Madelyn had been depressingly specific on how nothing could be allowed to interfere with his systems. So Alison made sure. "Yes, you were, actually." There. "Looks good. No splinters." Madelyn's voice rattled information in the back of her head, keeping her nicely distracted while she cleaned things up carefully, bandaged his wound and then starting to set things away.

"Good. I don't think anyone save for Charles and maybe Nathan could afford to replace my legs if they malfed on me." he said. "Spot-repairs are bad enough." He cautiously took the cyberware out of its maintenance mode, and smiled as outside of one system everything came back up green. "Not a bad job, Alison." he said. "Not bad at all."

Alison grinned a little, settling down a bit. There, done. A first test of sorts for her, she knew. "I got a good explanation," she said, shrugging a bit - Madelyn had covered as much as she could without breaking confidentiality. She closed up the medkit and gathered up what was being thrown away, rising to her feet. "I'll just put this away for now, mm? Be back in a sec. You may want to change into another pair of sweat pants," she suggested, the words drifting over her shoulder.

Haroun grinned, and then decided to get mischievous. Besides, his ass was plastic anyway. "Sure." he said, and then stood up to hobble over to his closet. Careful to keep his back to Alison, he pulled out a fresh pair of Xavier School sweats, pulled his damaged pair off, and then slowly put the new pair on, making a great production out of things.

There was only so long one could take to put a medkit away and Alison snickered as she turned around - there were benefits to being not being body shy. She leaned back on the far wall, shaking her head at him, laughing quietly. And another wave of 'don't want to see the world hiding out for as long as I can' swept over her just then of course. Hugging herself, Alison waited until he was done to wander back to him and claim a hug.

Haroun was always up for hugs. Alison hugs were usually excellent - but this hug wasn't the playful hug. This one was more of the sad hug. "Hey." he said, tilting her chin up to face him. "My backside isn't that grotesque. What's wrong?"

She tried to smile only it came out rather sad looking and Alison knew that the previous day was catching up with her slowly. "Just wanted a hug." She was going to hide out here until the next day, she decided on the spot. It had meant to be only just a bit longer, but until tomorrow morning sounded nice. Very nice in fact. "Mind if I stick around a while longer?"

"Not in the slightest." he said with a smile. "You might want to get some things from your room, unless you enjoy running around in my clothes." As soon as he said it, he wished he could have taken it back - the thought of her in one of his shirts and little else sent a jolt of frissons up and down his spine.

Either that, or the cyberware was malfunctioning again.

Alison grinned a bit at that. "Already took a shower and everything when I went to get my portable and a change of clothes. And isn't running about in your boyfriend's t-shirt a classic that should be observed as much as possible?"

Haroun looked poleaxed for just a second, but recovered nicely. "Absolutely." he said with a grin. "And you'd look absolutely fetching. My closet it yours - raid it as you will." he said with a generous flair that just about crushed his threatening black mood entirely. He was looking forward to a night of snuggling at the very least.