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Post by The Man on Oct 6, 2009 21:37:11 GMT -5
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::As fortune would have it, Pietro had failed to find Henry, but he found Xavier in the laboratory reviewing X-Rays. He had sensed Ororo's return, but with the link to the storms, and he request, he found himself on his way upstairs. Arriving at her door, he knocked politely to announce his presence.::
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Post by Storm on Oct 6, 2009 21:38:15 GMT -5
Ororo's eyes opened, still white with her power. "Come in."
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Post by The Man on Oct 6, 2009 21:39:15 GMT -5
::Xavier wheeled inside, the medical bag he had taken from downstairs in his lap.:: "I see you arrived in one piece."
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Post by Storm on Oct 6, 2009 21:42:41 GMT -5
"Close enough," she acknowledged, rising enough to sit up.
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Post by The Man on Oct 6, 2009 21:46:25 GMT -5
::Xavier wheeled closer to her bedside, closing the door telekinetically to give them privacy as this could easily turn into a medical exam.:: "It was unseasonably warm in your absence."
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Post by Storm on Oct 6, 2009 21:48:07 GMT -5
She looked at the door, then at him, then back at the door. "Apparently more has changed then just the weather."
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Post by The Man on Oct 6, 2009 21:51:13 GMT -5
"That predates your vacation, and is a story for another day," ::Xavier told her. He was simply getting more practiced with an ability that was now two years old.:: "How are you feeling? Spare no details, as I am asking as your physician."
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Post by Storm on Oct 7, 2009 20:05:01 GMT -5
She gave him a tired but still wry look. "I can't move well with out the exoskeleton," she said, keeping her voice even. "And my pain level is..." She couldn't gesture adequately, so she stopped there.
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Post by The Man on Oct 7, 2009 20:10:49 GMT -5
::The Professor nodded solemnly; opening his bag, he removed a prescription bottle.:: "I brought you these. I took them in the period after being released from the hospital before I grew accustomed to the pain and numbness respectively. I wrote down the dosage information for you."
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Post by Storm on Oct 7, 2009 20:42:35 GMT -5
She nodded for him to set them on the beside table. At the moment, he had more mobility then she did in terms of speed of movement. "I had been making do with...not-quite-prescription morphine."
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Post by The Man on Oct 7, 2009 20:45:04 GMT -5
::Xavier set the pills down on the table, and his lips turned into a slight frown at that news.:: "Ororo...I'm going to need dosage information for that, because withdrawal is difficult, and mixing that with nearly anything is potentially dangerous."
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Post by Storm on Oct 7, 2009 20:55:33 GMT -5
This would need more maneuvering. She got up, the movement slow and ponderous, the exo whirring, and went to her bags. Taking a pill bottle labeled with the name and prescription information for "Florence Henderson," she handed it to Xavier. The rest of the writing was in Spanish. The pills were 200 mg a piece. "I would take one, maybe two, at a time."
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Post by The Man on Oct 7, 2009 20:57:20 GMT -5
::Xavier took the prescription from her, read it quickly, and then asked,:: "When did you last take one?"
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Post by Storm on Oct 7, 2009 20:58:50 GMT -5
"An hour ago," she replied. "In the limo on the way here."
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Post by The Man on Oct 7, 2009 21:04:31 GMT -5
"You will have to wait a little bit on the pills I brought then," ::Xavier told her sympathetically.::
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