RepoDemon - Part 3
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xp_logsAftermath. Various pieces are picked up.
***
Lifting her head slowly, Amanda peered around as small carbonised bits of demon rained down around her. Bethany was lying on top of her, disturbingly still, and Amanda's heart froze. Not both of them, she couldn't bear it... Then Bethany coughed and raised her head, brushing hair out of her eyes and looking at the carnage around them with a slightly stunned look on her face.
"You all right, babe?" Amanda asked, wincing a bit as a stab of pain from her side reminded her she was probably still bleeding quite a bit.
"Fine. I shouldn't be, but I am." Noting the wince, Bethany rolled off Amanda and looked at her side. "Oh fuck, that looks bad..." She looked around for one of the ambulance guys, seeing them still working on Manuel, ignoring the scene around them with the dogged expressions of people who would had decided to have their nervous breakdowns later. The wail of sirens filled the air as people picked themselves up slowly - she could see Jubilee collapsed into a small heap at the edge of the blackened circle of tarmac. One of the other Xaverites - it was hard to tell who, with everyone in costume, was bending over her, checking her pulse.
"It'll be fine, I can fix it up later..." Stiffly she sat up, using Bethany's arm to support herself. "Lee? Is she all right?"
"Someone's looking after her," Bethany said, slipping her arm around Amanda's back to help her sit. "And what's this 'later' crap? Can't you do the magic healing thing you're so good at, fix yourself now?"
"Need it for someone else first," grunted Amanda, pressing her hand over the gashes as she made the effort to stand. "Help me up. Manny needs me."
Bethany opened her mouth to protest, but realised there was nothing she'd be able to say that would stop the witch, not with that stubborn look on her face. Instead she helped Amanda to her feet and supported her as she stumbled over to where the motionless form of Manuel was being worked on with increasing feverishness by the EMTs.
"Not now, kids," one of them said as they approached. "Got our hands full here."
"Let me at him," Amanda said, then added as an afterthought. "Please."
"What the hell are you talking about, kid? Your friend here could die if we don't stabilise him soon," the man protested, but was interrupted by Bethany.
"She's a mutant, all right? She knows what she's doing. Just give her some room to work."
Grudgingly, the EMTs moved back a little, ready to leap back in if something went wrong. Stiffly, Amanda lowered herself to the ground next to where Manuel was stretched out, shirt yanked open, wincing as she saw the bruises already flowering across his chest, the scrapes, the blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. And his ribcage just looked _wrong_. "Beth," she said a little distantly, already trying to calm her mind for what was going to have to be a major Healing. "Give me yer hand. Think I'm gunna need some help with this."
"Sure, babe." Without hesitation Bethany took the hand Amanda held out to her in both of hers, crouching beside her. "You sure you're up for this?" she asked, not liking the paleness of Amanda's face, the way she was weaving slightly.
"Have t' be, don't I?" Amanda said, and lay her hand very carefully on Manuel's bare chest and closed her eyes. Gold light flared from her hand as she cast the spell, pushing every bit of power she had behind it, the crystal on its chain around her neck shining brilliant blue and she pulled every bit of power she could from it. Linked to Manuel as she was, she could feel everything he did, the pain of tissues and internal organs gradually healing, of bones shifting back to where they were supposed to be, and she clutched desperately at Bethany's hand, using the girl as an anchor, a stabilising influence when everything was pain and power and encroaching darkness.
Manuel's eyes glowed red as he gasped for air. His soft fleshy bits were recovering nicely under the spell's power, but the bones were more stubborn. He screamed, a high, thin sound. His mind projected his pain to all and sundry, far outside of his normal control. ~Oh, it _hurts_.~ he whimpered half in Castillian, half in Basque. ~Is it gone?~ he continued in Castillian, clearly not registering what had happened.
Bethany and the medics reeled as Manuel's projected pain hit - looking over her shoulder, Bethany saw several of the other clubgoers stumbling and falling. "Can you get him to stop doing that?" she hissed at Amanda through clenched teeth, but still not letting go of the witch's hand.
Amanda, for her part, was hanging onto the healing spell by the merest of threads as she reached the limits of her power and what she could absorb from the amulet. Bethany's words cut through the haze in her mind and she let the spell go, knowing that was as good as it got for now. "Thorazine," she gasped at the medic, slumping heavily against Bethany. "Cuts his power."
The medic nodded, accepting the girl's words at face value. He'd just seen her heal some fairly major internal injuries - the realignment of the boy's ribcage was proof of that - and he wasn't about to argue with her about a way to stop the agonising sensation of knitting tissue being projected at everyone nearby. With shaking hands he pawed through his emergency kit, coming up with the right bottle and filling a syringe.
Amanda, in the meantime, was reaching over to touch Manuel's face with her free hand, not getting every word but the meaning clear. "~It's gone,~" she said in halting Castillian, before switching back to English - her head wasn't up for linguist gymnastics. "Easy, love, yer'll be all right. It hurts 'cause it's healin'. But yer safe now, we're all safe now..."
Manuel tried to squirm away from the needle, but had little choice as he felt the cold too-familiar rush of the drugs entering into his system. "No!" he cried, thrashing against his restraints, projecting panic around him like a whip. As the drugs bit into his mind, the red glow slowly faded from his eyes.
~Why? Why did you do that?~ he said muzzily. ~Demon - gone? Why am I here? Have to get them out!~ he said sleepily.
"~Demon gone. Lots of little pieces,~" she assured him, wincing at his reaction. Only fatigue stopped her from reacting to the panic, and she tightened her hold on Bethany's hand as the other girl tensed. "~Rest, love. You did well. You got most of them out already.~" She'd switched over to Romany without realising, using the same tone she'd used for a panicky horse. So very tired...
The grip on her hand, weakening as it was, brought Bethany back out of the momentary sense of panic. "And people wonder why psis give me the heebie jeebies," she muttered, realising Amanda was slumping more heavily against her. "Amanda? Stay with me here, babe. Don't go to sleep just yet." There was wet stickiness beneath the hand she had wrapped around Amanda's waist and she realised the other girl was still bleeding from the gashes in her side. "Fuck. A little help here?" she asked the medics, who were checking Manuel's vitals. One of them looked up as Bethany spoke, saw the bloodstained hand she held up and came over with cotton packing. "Her, not me," she explained as he knelt beside them. "She got cut up in there."
"They're not deep, but she's lost a bit of blood. Why doesn't she just do... whatever the hell she did there to herself?" he asked as he pressed the cotton to the cuts and began wrapping a gauze bandage around the girl's waist to hold it on. Amanda didn't seem to notice, her attention focussed entirely on Manuel as she kept murmuring to him in a mixture of English, Castillian and Romany.
"Healing spell," Bethany clarified. At the man's look, she shrugged. "She's a witch. A real one. And I'm guessing she's run out of juice for the time being - she's said something about needing some sort of energy to do the mojo."
~It ... knew your name.~ Manuel said fuzzily, fighting the
psychoactives in his system for consciousness. ~Not Amanda. Something else.~ he said, and then finally passed out from the pain of the healing and the Thorazine.
As Manuel passed out, whatever was holding Amanda up went as well, and she slumped further against Bethany until the other girl was practically cradling her in her lap. "It's all right, babe, you rest now, he'll be okay," Bethany murmured, stroking back red-dyed hair from the witch's white face.
"Miss? If you want, you can come to the hospital with us," one of the EMT guys said, from where he and his partner where carefully loading Manuel onto a gurney.
"No! No hospitals!" Amanda protested, coming further awake again. "He hates hospitals, an' when he wakes up, they won't know what t' do... The school. Take us back t' the school..."
"Amanda, honey, take it easy, you'll hurt yourself..." Bethany soothed, and then looked up at the man who had spoken. "Xavier's," she clarified for him. "They've got medical facilities there, and they know about Manuel's powers. If he has a freakout in a normal hospital... well, you felt what it was like already."
"The girl's got a point there, Larry" said the man's partner, with a wince of remembered pain. Manuel had been projecting pretty hard for a while there.
"Yeah, but there's procedure..." Larry temporised, not really wanting to be anywhere near the Spanish mutant if he started doing whatever he'd been doing before.
"Screw procedure. You seen anything here tonight that even remotely looked like procedure to you?" The second ambulance officer gave Bethany a nod. "You get this school of theirs on the phone, tell them to come and pick up these two. We'll stay until they do, all right?"
"Amanda? Did you hear all that? You good with that?" Bethany asked the almost-unconscious girl in her arms. Briefly Amanda opened her eyes and nodded weakly.
"'S all good," she slurred. "Just get us home." She closed her eyes again, going limp.
""Looks like we're waiting, then," Larry said with a shrug, looking around at the scene with a slightly shell-shocked expression on his face. "Hell of a night."
"Believe me. That doesn't even come close to it," answered Bethany with a shake of her head.
***
Jubilee could feel a cool hand against her and she swallowed against the sudden dry feeling in her throat. She tried to say something but couldn't seem to get out more then a croak.
She HURT. It was more then just the claw wounds on her shoulder. She hated it that she couldn't tell where the pain was coming from, she just felt...stretched in some fundamental way.
Okay, so she also had a splitting headache but she couldn't keep her eyes closed forever. Opening one eye, she realised Illyana was crouched over her, taking her pulse.
"M' not dead." she croaked softly.
"I can see that," Illyana said tartly. "Nonetheless, please stay still. You're bleeding -- I think I'm going to have to haul you to the medlab, and if you've got any kind of spinal injury it's best if you don't try to move." Illyana moved her hand away from Jubilee's throat, judging that the bleeding -- while severe -- was under control. "I don't have anything here to help -- I'm going to have to get you back to the medlab. Jubilee, you're understanding what I'm saying, right?" She had to ask; the first lesson of any kind of field injury was to make sure the other person wasn't losing coherency.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm all of the understandin'. Um...did you get the number of the truck that hit me? Cause, dude, when I get back on my feet, I'm so gonna sock 'im one." Jubilee muttered, blinking to focus on Illyana. She was tired, hellishly so in fact. But apart from the shoulder and the all over aches she didn't think there was anything else wrong with her. She'd...wow. She'd actually managed to blow up an entire demon. "We gonna go through that room again? Was kinda cool, although totally Needs some redecoration. Ye Olde Throne room is so 1400's."
"Right, sure you are," Illyana said, standing back and thinking how best to do this. She'd jarred her arm once already -- not badly -- and while Jubilee was by no means heavy, there was only so much she could actually literally carry right now. After a moment, she slipped her good arm underneath Jubilee's torso and stood, making sure to take all the weight, and letting gravity do the rest of her work. One thing she didn't want was to 'port and have Jubes crack her head on the stone floor. "Hold on," she instructed briskly, and after a second spent making sure there were no demons in the medlab, they appeared. "Right, now to find a doctor, if they haven't all run off to the scene of the crime already."
Madelyn had opted to stay at the medlab and prep things when the call had come through. Hearing voices where no voices had been previously, she came out of the exam room and stopped dead when she saw the two girls. "That was quick," she remarked, slipping her shoulder under Jubilee's good arm and taking the girl's weight off Illyana. "Someone want to tell me what happened while I start patching her up?"
"I went BOOM!" Jubilee said, grinning a bit too widely. Okay, so maybe she needed to tone it down a bit but she was suddenly feeling the most incredible high. She'd actually blown up an entire demon, her, the one that was usually fucking up. She'd managed to do something right for a change.
"Jubilee blew up a demon with her powers," Illyana translated calmly. "A demon which she apparently also summoned, although we may have to wait a bit for the explanation on that. I'm just telling you what Doug said." She looked practically unruffled by the night's events -- even her hair was untousled. "I think she probably also hit her head. And the claw thing, of course."
"Okay, kiddo, up on the table..." Madelyn helped Jubilee up onto the exam table with a slight grunt. "Demon? Again? Didn't we just do this?" As she spoke, she was examining Jubilee for signs of concussion, finding a rising bump on her head. The shoulder was messy, but not gushing blood - that could wait a little longer while she cleared the issue of brain damage first. "Anyone else hurt?"
"Manny got busted up pretty bad." Jubilee muttered, wincing as she felt Madelyn's fingers moving over the bump on her head. She was beginning to feel woozy and her body ached like crazy. "Think some of the other people there too. I heard sirens before everything went black, though."
"Nobody looked mortally injured -- I'm pretty sure everyone but Jubilee walked out," Illyana said, leaning back against the wall, out of the way. "There were some ambulances, but I thought rather than drag her through the crowds of terrified humans I'd just give her straight to you."
"Thank heaven for small mercies then..." Satisfied there was no major head injury, Madelyn turned her attention to the claw wounds. "Stay with me here, kiddo," she murmured, noting Jubilee's drooping eyelids. "Staff are on their way - we got a call from Wanda. The situation's under control now?"
"Seems to be," Illyana replied. "It was just the one demon, and Doug's at work calming people down or something, so everything should be all right barring some kind of massive stupidity."
Jubilee blinked, trying to keep awake and focussed on Madelyn's face. "Sorry Mads, everythin's kinda fadin' in and out still. Think I pushed myself a bit too much out there. 'Yana, thanks for bringin' me back. S'all kinda fuzzy. Feels like I've got cotton wool in my mouth."
"Just a bit longer and then you'll be tucked up in bed sleeping it off," Madelyn soothed. She gave Jubilee's costume an apologetic glance. "I'm going to have to cut this off to get at this wound on your shoulder."
Illyana took this as her cue to leave. "I'm going to go and pace in the comfort of my own room," she informed them. She glanced at Dr Bartlet. "Do you need anyone else? I can get them if you want."
"Check to see if anyone else needs bringing back for medical attention?" Madelyn looked up from where she'd begun cutting off Jubilee's top. She and Illyana had butted heads whilst the girl was in medlab, but her help was invaluable. "Thanks for bringing her back, Illyana."
"Yeah, no problem," Illyana said; it was still too early to go to bed, anyway, and she wouldn't sleep much tonight for sure. "See you later," she added, before opening a stepping disk beneath her feet and teleporting away.
***
Lifting her head slowly, Amanda peered around as small carbonised bits of demon rained down around her. Bethany was lying on top of her, disturbingly still, and Amanda's heart froze. Not both of them, she couldn't bear it... Then Bethany coughed and raised her head, brushing hair out of her eyes and looking at the carnage around them with a slightly stunned look on her face.
"You all right, babe?" Amanda asked, wincing a bit as a stab of pain from her side reminded her she was probably still bleeding quite a bit.
"Fine. I shouldn't be, but I am." Noting the wince, Bethany rolled off Amanda and looked at her side. "Oh fuck, that looks bad..." She looked around for one of the ambulance guys, seeing them still working on Manuel, ignoring the scene around them with the dogged expressions of people who would had decided to have their nervous breakdowns later. The wail of sirens filled the air as people picked themselves up slowly - she could see Jubilee collapsed into a small heap at the edge of the blackened circle of tarmac. One of the other Xaverites - it was hard to tell who, with everyone in costume, was bending over her, checking her pulse.
"It'll be fine, I can fix it up later..." Stiffly she sat up, using Bethany's arm to support herself. "Lee? Is she all right?"
"Someone's looking after her," Bethany said, slipping her arm around Amanda's back to help her sit. "And what's this 'later' crap? Can't you do the magic healing thing you're so good at, fix yourself now?"
"Need it for someone else first," grunted Amanda, pressing her hand over the gashes as she made the effort to stand. "Help me up. Manny needs me."
Bethany opened her mouth to protest, but realised there was nothing she'd be able to say that would stop the witch, not with that stubborn look on her face. Instead she helped Amanda to her feet and supported her as she stumbled over to where the motionless form of Manuel was being worked on with increasing feverishness by the EMTs.
"Not now, kids," one of them said as they approached. "Got our hands full here."
"Let me at him," Amanda said, then added as an afterthought. "Please."
"What the hell are you talking about, kid? Your friend here could die if we don't stabilise him soon," the man protested, but was interrupted by Bethany.
"She's a mutant, all right? She knows what she's doing. Just give her some room to work."
Grudgingly, the EMTs moved back a little, ready to leap back in if something went wrong. Stiffly, Amanda lowered herself to the ground next to where Manuel was stretched out, shirt yanked open, wincing as she saw the bruises already flowering across his chest, the scrapes, the blood trickling from the corners of his mouth. And his ribcage just looked _wrong_. "Beth," she said a little distantly, already trying to calm her mind for what was going to have to be a major Healing. "Give me yer hand. Think I'm gunna need some help with this."
"Sure, babe." Without hesitation Bethany took the hand Amanda held out to her in both of hers, crouching beside her. "You sure you're up for this?" she asked, not liking the paleness of Amanda's face, the way she was weaving slightly.
"Have t' be, don't I?" Amanda said, and lay her hand very carefully on Manuel's bare chest and closed her eyes. Gold light flared from her hand as she cast the spell, pushing every bit of power she had behind it, the crystal on its chain around her neck shining brilliant blue and she pulled every bit of power she could from it. Linked to Manuel as she was, she could feel everything he did, the pain of tissues and internal organs gradually healing, of bones shifting back to where they were supposed to be, and she clutched desperately at Bethany's hand, using the girl as an anchor, a stabilising influence when everything was pain and power and encroaching darkness.
Manuel's eyes glowed red as he gasped for air. His soft fleshy bits were recovering nicely under the spell's power, but the bones were more stubborn. He screamed, a high, thin sound. His mind projected his pain to all and sundry, far outside of his normal control. ~Oh, it _hurts_.~ he whimpered half in Castillian, half in Basque. ~Is it gone?~ he continued in Castillian, clearly not registering what had happened.
Bethany and the medics reeled as Manuel's projected pain hit - looking over her shoulder, Bethany saw several of the other clubgoers stumbling and falling. "Can you get him to stop doing that?" she hissed at Amanda through clenched teeth, but still not letting go of the witch's hand.
Amanda, for her part, was hanging onto the healing spell by the merest of threads as she reached the limits of her power and what she could absorb from the amulet. Bethany's words cut through the haze in her mind and she let the spell go, knowing that was as good as it got for now. "Thorazine," she gasped at the medic, slumping heavily against Bethany. "Cuts his power."
The medic nodded, accepting the girl's words at face value. He'd just seen her heal some fairly major internal injuries - the realignment of the boy's ribcage was proof of that - and he wasn't about to argue with her about a way to stop the agonising sensation of knitting tissue being projected at everyone nearby. With shaking hands he pawed through his emergency kit, coming up with the right bottle and filling a syringe.
Amanda, in the meantime, was reaching over to touch Manuel's face with her free hand, not getting every word but the meaning clear. "~It's gone,~" she said in halting Castillian, before switching back to English - her head wasn't up for linguist gymnastics. "Easy, love, yer'll be all right. It hurts 'cause it's healin'. But yer safe now, we're all safe now..."
Manuel tried to squirm away from the needle, but had little choice as he felt the cold too-familiar rush of the drugs entering into his system. "No!" he cried, thrashing against his restraints, projecting panic around him like a whip. As the drugs bit into his mind, the red glow slowly faded from his eyes.
~Why? Why did you do that?~ he said muzzily. ~Demon - gone? Why am I here? Have to get them out!~ he said sleepily.
"~Demon gone. Lots of little pieces,~" she assured him, wincing at his reaction. Only fatigue stopped her from reacting to the panic, and she tightened her hold on Bethany's hand as the other girl tensed. "~Rest, love. You did well. You got most of them out already.~" She'd switched over to Romany without realising, using the same tone she'd used for a panicky horse. So very tired...
The grip on her hand, weakening as it was, brought Bethany back out of the momentary sense of panic. "And people wonder why psis give me the heebie jeebies," she muttered, realising Amanda was slumping more heavily against her. "Amanda? Stay with me here, babe. Don't go to sleep just yet." There was wet stickiness beneath the hand she had wrapped around Amanda's waist and she realised the other girl was still bleeding from the gashes in her side. "Fuck. A little help here?" she asked the medics, who were checking Manuel's vitals. One of them looked up as Bethany spoke, saw the bloodstained hand she held up and came over with cotton packing. "Her, not me," she explained as he knelt beside them. "She got cut up in there."
"They're not deep, but she's lost a bit of blood. Why doesn't she just do... whatever the hell she did there to herself?" he asked as he pressed the cotton to the cuts and began wrapping a gauze bandage around the girl's waist to hold it on. Amanda didn't seem to notice, her attention focussed entirely on Manuel as she kept murmuring to him in a mixture of English, Castillian and Romany.
"Healing spell," Bethany clarified. At the man's look, she shrugged. "She's a witch. A real one. And I'm guessing she's run out of juice for the time being - she's said something about needing some sort of energy to do the mojo."
~It ... knew your name.~ Manuel said fuzzily, fighting the
psychoactives in his system for consciousness. ~Not Amanda. Something else.~ he said, and then finally passed out from the pain of the healing and the Thorazine.
As Manuel passed out, whatever was holding Amanda up went as well, and she slumped further against Bethany until the other girl was practically cradling her in her lap. "It's all right, babe, you rest now, he'll be okay," Bethany murmured, stroking back red-dyed hair from the witch's white face.
"Miss? If you want, you can come to the hospital with us," one of the EMT guys said, from where he and his partner where carefully loading Manuel onto a gurney.
"No! No hospitals!" Amanda protested, coming further awake again. "He hates hospitals, an' when he wakes up, they won't know what t' do... The school. Take us back t' the school..."
"Amanda, honey, take it easy, you'll hurt yourself..." Bethany soothed, and then looked up at the man who had spoken. "Xavier's," she clarified for him. "They've got medical facilities there, and they know about Manuel's powers. If he has a freakout in a normal hospital... well, you felt what it was like already."
"The girl's got a point there, Larry" said the man's partner, with a wince of remembered pain. Manuel had been projecting pretty hard for a while there.
"Yeah, but there's procedure..." Larry temporised, not really wanting to be anywhere near the Spanish mutant if he started doing whatever he'd been doing before.
"Screw procedure. You seen anything here tonight that even remotely looked like procedure to you?" The second ambulance officer gave Bethany a nod. "You get this school of theirs on the phone, tell them to come and pick up these two. We'll stay until they do, all right?"
"Amanda? Did you hear all that? You good with that?" Bethany asked the almost-unconscious girl in her arms. Briefly Amanda opened her eyes and nodded weakly.
"'S all good," she slurred. "Just get us home." She closed her eyes again, going limp.
""Looks like we're waiting, then," Larry said with a shrug, looking around at the scene with a slightly shell-shocked expression on his face. "Hell of a night."
"Believe me. That doesn't even come close to it," answered Bethany with a shake of her head.
***
Jubilee could feel a cool hand against her and she swallowed against the sudden dry feeling in her throat. She tried to say something but couldn't seem to get out more then a croak.
She HURT. It was more then just the claw wounds on her shoulder. She hated it that she couldn't tell where the pain was coming from, she just felt...stretched in some fundamental way.
Okay, so she also had a splitting headache but she couldn't keep her eyes closed forever. Opening one eye, she realised Illyana was crouched over her, taking her pulse.
"M' not dead." she croaked softly.
"I can see that," Illyana said tartly. "Nonetheless, please stay still. You're bleeding -- I think I'm going to have to haul you to the medlab, and if you've got any kind of spinal injury it's best if you don't try to move." Illyana moved her hand away from Jubilee's throat, judging that the bleeding -- while severe -- was under control. "I don't have anything here to help -- I'm going to have to get you back to the medlab. Jubilee, you're understanding what I'm saying, right?" She had to ask; the first lesson of any kind of field injury was to make sure the other person wasn't losing coherency.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm all of the understandin'. Um...did you get the number of the truck that hit me? Cause, dude, when I get back on my feet, I'm so gonna sock 'im one." Jubilee muttered, blinking to focus on Illyana. She was tired, hellishly so in fact. But apart from the shoulder and the all over aches she didn't think there was anything else wrong with her. She'd...wow. She'd actually managed to blow up an entire demon. "We gonna go through that room again? Was kinda cool, although totally Needs some redecoration. Ye Olde Throne room is so 1400's."
"Right, sure you are," Illyana said, standing back and thinking how best to do this. She'd jarred her arm once already -- not badly -- and while Jubilee was by no means heavy, there was only so much she could actually literally carry right now. After a moment, she slipped her good arm underneath Jubilee's torso and stood, making sure to take all the weight, and letting gravity do the rest of her work. One thing she didn't want was to 'port and have Jubes crack her head on the stone floor. "Hold on," she instructed briskly, and after a second spent making sure there were no demons in the medlab, they appeared. "Right, now to find a doctor, if they haven't all run off to the scene of the crime already."
Madelyn had opted to stay at the medlab and prep things when the call had come through. Hearing voices where no voices had been previously, she came out of the exam room and stopped dead when she saw the two girls. "That was quick," she remarked, slipping her shoulder under Jubilee's good arm and taking the girl's weight off Illyana. "Someone want to tell me what happened while I start patching her up?"
"I went BOOM!" Jubilee said, grinning a bit too widely. Okay, so maybe she needed to tone it down a bit but she was suddenly feeling the most incredible high. She'd actually blown up an entire demon, her, the one that was usually fucking up. She'd managed to do something right for a change.
"Jubilee blew up a demon with her powers," Illyana translated calmly. "A demon which she apparently also summoned, although we may have to wait a bit for the explanation on that. I'm just telling you what Doug said." She looked practically unruffled by the night's events -- even her hair was untousled. "I think she probably also hit her head. And the claw thing, of course."
"Okay, kiddo, up on the table..." Madelyn helped Jubilee up onto the exam table with a slight grunt. "Demon? Again? Didn't we just do this?" As she spoke, she was examining Jubilee for signs of concussion, finding a rising bump on her head. The shoulder was messy, but not gushing blood - that could wait a little longer while she cleared the issue of brain damage first. "Anyone else hurt?"
"Manny got busted up pretty bad." Jubilee muttered, wincing as she felt Madelyn's fingers moving over the bump on her head. She was beginning to feel woozy and her body ached like crazy. "Think some of the other people there too. I heard sirens before everything went black, though."
"Nobody looked mortally injured -- I'm pretty sure everyone but Jubilee walked out," Illyana said, leaning back against the wall, out of the way. "There were some ambulances, but I thought rather than drag her through the crowds of terrified humans I'd just give her straight to you."
"Thank heaven for small mercies then..." Satisfied there was no major head injury, Madelyn turned her attention to the claw wounds. "Stay with me here, kiddo," she murmured, noting Jubilee's drooping eyelids. "Staff are on their way - we got a call from Wanda. The situation's under control now?"
"Seems to be," Illyana replied. "It was just the one demon, and Doug's at work calming people down or something, so everything should be all right barring some kind of massive stupidity."
Jubilee blinked, trying to keep awake and focussed on Madelyn's face. "Sorry Mads, everythin's kinda fadin' in and out still. Think I pushed myself a bit too much out there. 'Yana, thanks for bringin' me back. S'all kinda fuzzy. Feels like I've got cotton wool in my mouth."
"Just a bit longer and then you'll be tucked up in bed sleeping it off," Madelyn soothed. She gave Jubilee's costume an apologetic glance. "I'm going to have to cut this off to get at this wound on your shoulder."
Illyana took this as her cue to leave. "I'm going to go and pace in the comfort of my own room," she informed them. She glanced at Dr Bartlet. "Do you need anyone else? I can get them if you want."
"Check to see if anyone else needs bringing back for medical attention?" Madelyn looked up from where she'd begun cutting off Jubilee's top. She and Illyana had butted heads whilst the girl was in medlab, but her help was invaluable. "Thanks for bringing her back, Illyana."
"Yeah, no problem," Illyana said; it was still too early to go to bed, anyway, and she wouldn't sleep much tonight for sure. "See you later," she added, before opening a stepping disk beneath her feet and teleporting away.
