sirenspull_logs | Who's Sickest? - Backdated 3/7 (pre-Magneto-Breakdown)

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Who's Sickest? - Backdated 3/7 (pre-Magneto-Breakdown)

Who: Alan, Eric, Magneto
When: 3/7, Morning
Where: Eric's greeter apartment at the tower, 8th floor
Summary: Alan arrived, Eric is injured, call for the doctor!
Warnings: Description of injuries

Sweat pours off of Eric. He's weak and his vision blurs. But, Alan's hand is in his, so everything seems to be all right.

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He shifts a little stroking Eric's hair gently. "Let me sit up for a second." He moved already getting to work on shrugging free of his coat. The bolo tie comes off next set aside with his coat before he goes after his shirt cuffs.

"I can certainly manage that." The shirt is unbuttoned slowly by nimble slender fingers and soon he's moving to shrug free of it. It becomes apparent after a moment or two that there are marks along his chest.

They're curling flourishes of black thorn-ed vines; wrapping and winding around his torso. They look like wet, fresh ink and seem to radiate from a central point right over where his heart is. Even Alan is a bit taken aback because he's never seen them before.

[The movements are stiff, and he grunts a little in pain, but Eric manages to pull himself up into a sitting position. He closes his eyes, dropping his head back on the back of the couch for a moment.

When he opens them again, he glances down at Alan... and sees.

There's a hard flinch, and a look of open revulsion. He reaches out his good hand and traces one of the vine with his finger.]

Alan...

He studies the marks - it's clear they haven't seen them before.

"Those are new?"

Interesting but helpful. A way to track the illness perhaps?

"Yes, I didn't have these before now. I've never had any marks like these on my body." Even he's touching them curiously, almost as if he's expecting them to rub off and be someone's twisted idea of prank.

He catches that look and gives Eric a cold glare. "Don't you even think it. Why would I do this to myself? Oh yes, because I live for mocking my own suffering."

[Eric can't help his reaction.]

It's revolting.

[He turns his head away, not wanting to look at the marks. He realizes, somehow, that what Alan is saying must be true. It's not Alan's fault but...

He still can't look at it.

He just can't.]

He scowled at Eric. "If you haven't anything helpful to add, then you should rest and let your wound heal." His tone was some where between 'disappointed father' and 'disapproving general'.

"I'd assume you know if they had been there back home you would have know, but when was the last time you were undressed?" They could have been a progression of the illness - unlikely, with that much that suddenly, or a factor of the Core.

'It's revolting.' All the connotations of those words and none of them are positive in the least. Instantly, they've translated into something ugly and truly hurtful in Alan's head. You're revolting. He can't even look at you. And his chest aches, more intensely than before.

Of all the insensitive, horribly ill-timed things to ever reach his ears this one bothers him the most. A surge of red hot anger flares up and before he can stop himself his hand has moved and he's smacking Eric in the back of the head; a harsh sound straining it's way from his throat. He can't even properly form words for this outrage and hurt that is simmering inside.

He shifts slightly away from Eric, pointedly putting as much space as he can between them without leaving the couch. He takes a couple breaths easing down the sudden flare of tightness at his sudden flare of temper. "This morning. I was getting ready for work." His speech is slow and measured carefully concealing his anger and the slight flare up.

Ow! Ah... all right... I'm sorry. I deserved that.

"Yes, yes you did." Magneto probably would have done more than a head slap, in Alan's situation.

"So it's likely, then, that the Core is interfering somehow. That's good. All right - I don't need to touch you to look, but I do need you to hold still and breathe as normally as you can." His irises lit slightly as he began to look, too bright but not bleeding into a white out.

He's going to ignore Eric completely, apologizing isn't that easy. At least not when he's only freshly angered.

He gave a little nod and took in a calming breath, pushing the anger down. He closed his eyes, relaxing a bit but still sitting up straight and stiff. After a minute or two his breathing was calm and peaceful, his chest pain easing.

[If anyone's forgiven him his faults, it's been Alan. Always Alan. Still, that doesn't mean he likes it when they are exposed.

He lays back, resting his weight against the back of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing slowly. He just hope the doctor can find something.]

He studies, but he doesn't see anything to cause the impairment to his systems. There is impairment though. Something not physical then - definitely going to need help.

"I can see damage - and it's possible if we can get dosing correctly calculated that we can ease the symptoms. But I don't see a physical case."

"I never thought there was one."

He admits after a moment his eyes drifting open before he shifts, reaching a hand over for his shirt. His lips quirk slightly, he's always known there's no physical cause for his ailment. It was supposedly the revenge of the dead, the souls of those reaped attacking his body.

"May I put my shirt back on, Doctor Xavier?"

[Eric can only sigh. He reaches his hand out for Alan, his fingers trace a circle in Alan's palm.]

"I didn't either but I wanted to be sure." He nodded. "Sure, sure."

He pulled the sheet of paper from the pad and handed it over to Alan. "Eric's aftercare. Everything is detailed."

He blinks at that touch only to sigh softly. He just really can't stay mad all that long can he? besides Eric needs him. "Fine, I forgive you." He drew his hand away shrugging into his shirt.

He reached for the note and moved to his feet slowly. His eyes ran over the words that were written there as if he could memorize them. "I'll take good care of him. I can assure you he's in good hands."

[He smiles a little at the words.]

I don't deserve it, but I'm grateful.

[The realization that the damage to Alan's body from the thorns frightens him. But the doctor is right. If they can find the effects, maybe they can temper them. There's sense in that, and there's hope. But, something else dawns on him.]

Forget about that sheet. I'm healing. I told you. But.... how did you see that? When you looked at Alan I mean.

"I know he is. I'll trust you to keep him compliant. Because that will heal faster following my orders."

He shifted a bit, a faint waft of ozone around his body. "A function of my powers. It's handy in my practise."

"Eric, you're sick and you will let me take care of you. That's all there is to it. It will be done as the doctor instructs and no amount of fussing will change that."

He slipped the paper into his pocket for a moment working at buttoning his shirt. His lips curled into a faint smirk. "There's nothing to worry about. I know all of the ways to get Eric to do what he needs to." He finished up his shirt and reached touching the top of Eric's head.

[We're back to that. Well, Alan's word is law, at the moment. Fighting will only upset him, and he's been away so,long.]

well, i cant argue with that.

[He smirks]

"Good good. In that case, I'll take my leave and make a call as soon as I can to Healer Unohana." He rose with a small bow of his head.

"Of course not." He smiled ruffling his hair for a moment. "I'll see you out, sir." He adjusted his glasses after a moment and once the other was ready he would walk him to the door.

Thank you for coming to see him.

[Eric leans into the hair ruffle. Even in his fever, Alan doesn't fail to get a smile from Eric. He shifts to let Alan stand.]

"You're welcome. Both of you. Take care of each other." Because really. Love sick teenagers. "I can see myself out - you both need your rest." And he means that, gathering his bag and motioning Alan down.

"But it's rude not to-"

And it occurs to him he's setting a bad example for Eric. he also knows better than to argue with that logic so - he'll settle back down. "Of course, Doctor Xavier. Thank you again for all your help."

Then he's taking the paper from his pocket to look over. One hand toying with Eric's hair as he leans into him slightly. Might as well get comfortable.

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