[F2F] Logan/Treyvon/Hank - Not a Replacement Part
“I don’t care if you’re legs are restless, young man. You’re not going to get up from that bed until your vitals are normal and stable.” Hank spoke with the sternness of a concerned parent, even going as far as to wag his finger. Pietro looked less than pleased.
The white-haired young man flung his arms out to the side with a frustrated simper, “I’m getting boreditis in here and I want to get something to do before it’s TERMINAL.” He blew a heavy sigh out his nose. “I mean come on, the only thing that’s been on this ‘kid-friendly’ restricted TV is a nature program on apes, and as interesting as your family home videos are, I’m going to scream if I have to sit here any longer!”
Hank could tell that Pietro wasn’t particularly malicious in his jabs as he was frustrated. He smirked and shook his head. “Scream all you want, but if you try to get up I will have no issues sedating you. I’d like to see you run in a straight line with five CCs of a good benzodiazepine on board.”
“A what?” Pietro sneered quizzically.
Hank perked up and turned around when he heard the elevator open down the hall, and caught scent of both Logan and an unfamiliar male. He walked to the door as it opened, first looking at Trey, noting how skinny the teen was before looking at Logan. “I see we have a visitor? Will he be staying as a student? he looked back at Trey with a warm, welcoming smile.
“Pretty much, yeah,” Logan answered. “Thanks, Scout, I appreciate it.” He grunted softly. “You’re young, wouldn’t want ya to have experience with it, but you never get used to it. Least ways, I hope not. If we got used to it, we’d stop trying.” Hank’s words had sunk in, even through his rage. We try harder next time.
Logan gave a wry chuckle. “Kid, this is a school full of mutants learning to control their powers. We don’t deal so much with scraped knees and STDs.” He paused for a moment. “Well, leastways not any I wanna know about.” He stepped inside, nodding to Hank and noting the smell of teenage frustration in the room. “See your other patient’s still here. Furball, this is Scout, although I’m guessing you’ll put Treyvon Jessup on his records. Scout, this is Dr. Hank McCoy, biophysicist, mutant physiologist, and a bunch of other -ists that mean he’s smarter than probably the both of us put together. On the other hand, he’s the understanding sort who winds up being the comforting counselor to everyone who has a personal issue going on.”
“Scout’s going to be joining us, yeah,” he addressed to Hank. “The Professor said he needs his check-up. I’ve seen to it he got a few calories in, but you can see he hasn’t made a habit of it lately.” He glanced around to make sure he wouldn’t startle the younger doctor and stepped over to have a glance at Pietro. “Is it safe leaving him to get bored? What with how he gets… mmmrgh… antsy?”
Big. Blue. Furry. Trey’s mouth hung open a little when the doctor cam into view. He hadn’t seen anyone quite like the big mutant in person, and it took a minute for him to absorb it all. “Whoa. Yer…” He smiled as he looked Hank up and down. “Yer really cool lookin’, Fur— uh, Dr. McCoy.” He shook his head when he realized that sounded rude, and continued in his typically quiet voice. “Sorry. I ain’t seen a lotta other mutants before. Din’ mean no disrespect. I-I’m kinna new, so nice t’meet ya.” He held out his hand for a shake.
“Ya kin call me Trey instead of Treyvon, s’what everyone calls me fer short. Or whatever ya want, I don’ mind. Yer who I’m s’posed to see first, right?” He grinned, and shrugged when Logan mentioned the food. “Ha, I’ve been tryin’, but I don’ get my hands on a lotta food. My ma would tan m’hide if she knew.” He laughed sheepishly, and leaned over to see whatever patient Logan mentioned. But all he could see from his vantage point from behind the doctor was a pair of feet under a blanket.