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Post by The Man on Mar 6, 2009 1:04:09 GMT -5
::If not for the wheelchair, the Professor would have been in the Danger Room proper sooner, but the motor only went so fast...as soon as he approached, he saw the blood, and his brow creased again. He would need to take her to the medical laboratory.::
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 6, 2009 21:36:12 GMT -5
She tried to sit up, and the world spun from nausea, but she made it up anyways. Her hands hurt, but whatever natural anesthetic her powers afforded her was beginning to kick in, at least a little. She held them out in front of her, still sick with nausea. "I get the feeling..." she said, her chest still aching from the transition back, "....that THAT is not how I'm supposed to get back out."
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Post by The Man on Mar 10, 2009 10:59:28 GMT -5
"I tend to agree," ::The Professor said. He held his hand out to her, should she decide to take it for help standing. He wanted to examine those injuries.::
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 10, 2009 20:29:20 GMT -5
She wanted to take his hand, but couldn't- pain or no, she was still bleeding. Instead, she awkwardly tried to stand, before growing frustrated and using a small dose of her powers to help lift her into the air and set her on her feet, her hands still out in front of her.
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Post by The Man on Mar 10, 2009 21:57:46 GMT -5
::The Professor withdrew his hand, although he had had blood on his suits before; his dry cleaner was skilled and never asked questions.:: "Come with me to the medical laboratory to tend to those injuries."
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 10, 2009 22:29:12 GMT -5
"Yeah." Ty was in little position to argue.
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Post by The Man on Mar 10, 2009 22:39:23 GMT -5
::The Professor wheeled towards the doors of the Danger Room, which parted to allow them to exit.::
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Post by Typhoid on Mar 11, 2009 20:06:33 GMT -5
She walked beside him, unsteady on her feet and nauseated, her hands still held out in front of her.
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