[F2F] Logan/Treyvon/Hank - Not a Replacement Part
“Ah, I see. Welcome, Trey.” He took the young man’s hand in a firm but gentle grip, shaking it for a moment. “We’ll be certain to get some proper food in you during your stay, I’m sure. Please, take a seat.” There was a certain feeling of solemnity in the infirmary and lab alike, as if something horrible had happened, and the entire area was still recovering from the storm it left in its wake. All the same, the doctor tried to be as friendly and lively as possible, though he did look a little tired.
“Oh, Pietro?” He glanced back at the boy on the bed. “I’ve got a good eye on him. Besides, he’ll be allowed out of the infirmary the day after tomorrow.”
“The day after tomorrow?!” Pietro scowled and kicked his feet. “My legs will fall off by then! Come on! Just a fifty mile run! I’ll be back in ten seconds I swear!”
“Perhaps later when I can get to it, but for now, I have a check up to do.” Pietro huffed unpleasantly before flopping flush against the mattress, pulling the blanket over his head and launching the remote off the side to clank against the ground. Hank shook his head and turn back to Trey, “I’m sorry about that. Anyway, let’s get this started. Do you have any conditions I should know about before hand? Also, Logan, do you want to be present for the entire exam? It may require nudity.” He casually handed Trey a clipboard with a form to sign, detailing the procedures he agreed to have done in order for an official examination.
Logan eyed Pietro. “Kid, you talk back to the Furball one more time, I’ll nail down your sheets.” He retrieved the tossed remote and placed it deliberately on the far edge of the bedside table after switching the television to the Golf Channel. “I seriously doubt he’s keeping you in here because he can’t bear the thought of missing out on your sunny disposition. The minute he thinks you’re well enough I’m sure he’d love to see your smoke trail.”
He stood upright, looking over his shoulder at Hank at the mention of nudity. It wasn’t that he had an issue with the freedom to enjoy the air, but seriously, he didn’t look for reasons to be made witness to it. Especially not when it involved a scrawny nineteen-year-old boy. “Unnnnnnhhh.. Think I’ll go get a beer instead. You can handle this on your own, right, Scout?” He headed for the door. “I’ll be in the kitchen, call me if ya need me and everyone has their pants on.”
Trey giggled at the other patient’s argument. “Ain’t no arguin’ with a doctor, man.” He signed the paper with just a little glance over to get the gist of it, and handed it back with a shrug and a brow raise as far as nudity went. “Well, guess this is m’first check-up in ferever, had t’expect gettin’ naked sometime. I think I kin handle gettin’ my pants off alone.” He smirked and nodded as Logan excused himself.
“Ya mean normal-like or mutant-like? Only thing I gots far as I know is I’m deaf.” He pointed to his ear and then to his mouth without thought. “An’ I’m left-handed, but I don’ think that counts none. Nothin’ ‘sides that.” He paused, and tried to think of anything else he’d call a ‘condition’. While digging through anything he’d had a doctor tell him before, which wasn’t much since he didn’t go to the doctors often even before running off, Logan’s advice for the medical use popped back into his head. “Uhm, only thing I got mutant-like is pain from my powers. Thatta condition?”
