Haroun stops into the medlab to get some painkillers

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Jean sat back and rubbed at her face, trying to clear the after image of the computer screen from her eyes. She'd been working for a few hours now, and had a few more to go on her shift, but it was most decidedly time to take a break from the computer system. Her eyes glanced towards the schedule open next to the computer - there weren't any appointments for the day but there were a couple other tasks that needed doing and didn't staring at the screen.

Haroun breezed into Medlab, with his uniform half-on and half-off and clutching his band-sticker-encrusted medkit in his good hand. "Hey, Doctor B? Think I overdid the elbow again. Got some painkiller and some ice for me? My medkit's out." he said as he walked through Medical looking for Madelyn. It never even dawned on him that Madelyn was off enjoying her cruise and that Jean was on-duty.

Jean looked up, startled, then stood. "Painkillers and ice we can do," she told him, "but not Dr. Bartlett, I'm afraid." Between the uniform and the cybernetics there was no question who this was. "Hello, you must be Haroun? Or would you prefer Mr. Al-Rashid? I'm Dr. Jean Grey."

Haroun grinned as he looked Jean over, all of his aches and pains temporarily forgotten. "For you, you can call me Haroun if I can call you Jean." he said with an easy smile and a grin. "Blew out my elbow, more or less, in Greece. Been babying it ever since, and I think I overdid it in my workout today. Some ice and some painkillers, and a refill for my medkit, and I'll get out of your face. Or I could hang around, if you're bored down here by yourself."

Oh ho, he was a charmer, and Jean had no objections to charmers. "Jean is fine, Haroun," she said with a smile. "Take a seat and I'll get the ice and painkillers. Water or juice?"

"Gatorade, if you've got it. Madelyn, wonderful woman that she is, usually stocks some Riptide Rush for me when I come down here and visit her to whisper sweet nothings into her little medical ear." he grinned. "Should be in the staff fridge, unless Moira's scarfed it again." He waited until she was busying herself fetching the iteme he had requested to admire her shape, as much of it that he could make out under the scrubs and the lab coat. Very nice indeed. Scott had good taste.

His mental presence in the room was cloudy but Jean caught flickers off appreciation of the view and couldn't help a small little grin. "I think I've seen a few bottles of Gatorade," she told him. "Give me a second." A quick glance at his file to check Madelyn's notes on his dosages and she returned with a tray of ice and pills. "Here you go."

Haroun grinned at Jean, and then leaned back to streeeeetch. "And I think this uniform's going to need recharged. Not staying as cool as it needs to. I'll handle it tomorrow, if you don't mind me dumping it in the hazmat bin for the time being." he said before she returned. "It felt _good_ to step back into action, even if it was against the drones. I was getting itchy."

Oh, the stretch was real subtle, but Jean was perfectly willing to admit that he was easy on the eyes. "Go ahead and leave it. And I'll mark you down as another one who gets antsy without enough physical work." It was definitely a trait common to the majority of the X-Males, an a fair number of the X-Females, as well.

Haroun grinned. "Yeah, but I've got a legitimate physiological reason for my antsiness." he said as he opened up a bottle of the Gatorade and slammed it down. Ah, that tasted so good Haroun suspected that he'd dehydrated himself. Again. He hopped down off the countertop that he was sitting on and dropped his uniform jacket into the hazmat bin. "So - think I can beg a quick once-over on the elbow from you if you'd be so kind? 100% organic, so we won't need to go roust the big blue ape for his engineering knowledge."

"A good thing, since he got the short stick this month and is doing most of the night shifts. He's probably dead to the world. And yes, a check over is definitely doable." Jean gestured to the door between the office and the working rooms. "After you."

Haroun nodded. "And he gets cranky when someone deprives him of sleep. For good reason." he said with an easy laugh as he wandered, shirtless, into the examination room. "I should warn you - my power is far from sweet-smelling, and I was using it a great deal in my Danger Room run. I think I like this new midair grappling program Scott's got me running."

"The warning is appreciated and I'm sure I'll survive." She set his file down on the table. "Hop up on the bed. We'll run you through the range of motion on the elbow, let me know where it's giving you trouble."

Haroun did as instructed, and held out his well-muscled arm for her to fondle, err, take through the ROM exercises. "So - Scott told me about your little adventure in the Mile-High Club. Very naughty of you." he scolded with a grin on his face. "Leaving evidence like that behind for the humorless weather-witch to find."

With her hands around his arm the sense of his mind was much sharper, so she wasn't nearly as surprised by the comment as she would have been. "Ororo is hardly humorless, particularly not when it comes to me and Scott. Teasing us was her favorite hobby for years. Besides, the Jet has excellent auto guidance systems, we were completely superfluous." She could feel the resistance of his muscles in some of the motions, but they were all about where they should be according to the PT notes in his file.

Haroun bah'ed. "Could have fooled me." he said. "But Ororo and I are hardly what anyone would call friends. And that last motion hurts, so please stop doing that." he said, nodding at his outstretched arm. "And the Jet's autoguidance systems have been upgraded. I know this because I upgraded them." he pointed out. "Maybe, if you should feel so compelled, we could go test them sometime." he said with a grin.

Jean quickly released the pressure in the indicated direction. "Let me know if this one hurts as well," she told him, pressing carefully back in the other direction. "Also, I get the feeling that 'incorrigible' must be one of the best ways to describe you. I'll keep the offer in mind, I'm sure."

Haroun winced as the opposite motion hurt even more than the previous one did. "I must protest! I corridge quite well, thank you." he grinned. "Or, you know, you could take our Fearless Leader up for another ride, assuming you two ever patch your shit up." he said with a fine disregard for the notion of _tact_. "But I guess resurrection puts a real wicked spin on things."

At the wince she immediately stopped. "You've definitely put an additional strain on your arm. Going to get some readings. Lie down for a sec," she said as she wheeled over one of the infamous Machines That Go Ping, flipping it on and adjusting it giving her a chance to completely ignore the mention of Scott.

"Oh, no! Not the machine that goes Ping!" he said with mock-horror. "Am I gonna get scanned again? if so, can I have a lollipop for being a good little patient?" he asked in his best little-boy voice. He'd been listenting to Miles again, apparently.

"Yes, the machine that goes ping," Jean said, unable to resist putting a hint of the melodramatic into her voice at that. "And yes, you can have a lollipop. I promise it will be a quick scan."

Haroun shook his head and grinned. "I've been scanned so many times I'm almost glad I don't have to worry about chromosome damage." he admitted. "No big deal. I've got this down to a science at this point. Just tell me where you want the arm." he said, gesturing with his good arm.

"Set it out at the limit of where the pain started," she said. "We need to make sure you haven't pulled anything too far out of place."

Haroun grimaced, and stretched his arm out to his point of pain - which was far beyond where anyone else would have bent the offending limb given the state his tendons were in. "If it continues to piss me off I'll just have someone replace it." he muttered. "Stupid meatbag."

Jean could feel the extra tension in his mind and frowned at him. "I said the point where the pain started Haroun..." But she moved the machine into position and started the scan.

Haroun grinned ferally at Jean. "And that's what I'm doing. Did you not read my file? My pain tolerance is just this side of insane for somebody without a healing factor."

"Hmm, yes, I saw that." She looked up from the output of the machine which was forming on it's view screen. "But there is a difference between reading it and seeing it in action." The machine whirred away for another few seconds before beeping twice and then letting out its infamous 'ping'. "Right, there's that. You can have your arm back."

"You're too kind." he said, taking his arm back and letting it hang at his side. "So, Doc, what's it gonna be? You need to go get the bone saw? And if so, do I get a shot of whiskey and a bullet to bite down on?" he said with a fine sense of gallows humor.

"Well, you can definitely have the whiskey." She considered the readouts, flipping back and forth between the numbers and his file for a second and making a few notes. "Looks like it's just a little extra stress. I'm not seeing any rips and only some increase in inflammation. Your currently doing physical therapy for about half an hour twice a day, right?" Well, that was what he was supposed to be doing...

Haroun grinned. "Maybe." he said. "And I'll pass on the whiskey - I'm a Muslim." he said piously. "In reality, I put in an hour three times a day. I hate being idle." he said. "Guess I'll cut that back, let the stupid thing heal on its own."

"Three hours a day is too much, yes," Jean agreed. "Take it down to two and no additional stress on the arm for two days. Give it a chance to recover from this shock so it can go back to getting over the last one."

Haroun sighed. "It's not like I can work my lower body." he grumbled. "So now I've got to give up my precious Gym time. Ah well, maybe I'll go make Alison kiss it and make it all better." he said, that thought perking him right up. "Thanks, Doc." he said as he hopped up off the table. "You might actually live up to all your hype. I'd like to find out someday. You like hand-to-hand?" he asked with a fiendish grin.

Alison? Oh, that was news... "I couldn't say if I live up to the hype or not, but I used to be passable at hand-to-hand. I preferred stopping someone before they could get near me, but it's not always an option. That said, I'm very out of shape currently." Jean shrugged. "But you should probably head out. Much as I would appreciate the company, I'd prefer it after you shower, and I need to update your file."

Haroun grinned. "Awwww, you're no fun at all. But I should say that when you reapply for team clearance I'll have to clear you on HTH." he said with a grin. "So one way or another, you'll park your brain at the door and step onto the mat with me. Don't be too upset if you lose badly - I've very good. I take Nathan three falls out of five when he and I are both healthy."

Jean smiled. "I'll take that under advisement. I think my pride can handle anything my backside can take."

Haroun grinned at that. "Got some fire. I like that. Well, when you're ready to get your ass kicked, come find me." he said, then headed out of Medlab with a grin on his face.

Jean smilied, shaking her head as he left. Bluff and bravado and pure charm...