6 Myrna had another one of those headaches again. Gods, they were getting so frequent!! They NEVER happened use to happen this often, or this close together, ever!!! And they seemed to get more painful every time she had one.
She couldn't even enjoy the time or the room that the professor was letting her use, much less get the sleep that the professor recommended she get. Her head felt like someone had sat down inside it and decided to use a dull chisel with a sledgehammer on her skull.
And those @$#&% meds weren't working, either. They just don't make Advil and Ibuprofen like they use to. When she had been a teen, the meds had stopped the pain. Now....the only think that she could think of that'd make her headache leave was unconsciousness.
She tried everything, a dark room, a wet washcloth over her eyes, a wet rag on the back of her neck, a banana that she took from the generous fruit bowl and cut in half, one to go on her forehead and one to go on her neck. It didn't work. Nothing worked.
The idea of weathering out this one seemed impossible; it simply hurt too much. But she didn't know any other way to deal with it.
"Oh, come ON!!! She's like sleeping!!! She'll never kno--ummmm, whoops?" The brown-haired girl that had just walked THROUGH her door was stage whispering to someone behind her.
"OhmyGOD!!!" Myrna yelped, stumbling backwards, dropping the washcloth she was holding.
"I'm sorry--Look out!!!" The girl cried out as Myrna's foot caught on the edge of the bed and her backpack strap, pitching her backward.
Myrna's last memory was the sickening sound of the back of her head making contact with edge of the bedside table.
Then she slid in to welcoming blackness.
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7 "You have a quiet a concussion." The furry blue thing that was dancing in front of her said. Her eyes couldn't seem to focus, but she figured that was okay, since her headache wasn't NEARLY as bad as it had been.
"You blu." She observed fuzzily. "Mus'be seein' thin's 'cos people ain' blu." She shook her head as she sat up, swaying madly.
"No darlin', ya ain't seein' thin's." A voice said gruffly and gently from near and up. A pair of rough-skinned hands cupped her elbows lightly to help stabilise her. "Hank IS blue."
She blinked again stupidly. It took a moment before the implication of the word hit her. "He blue....? But...." She frowned and shut her eyes as she forced her brain in to some semblance of working order. "Mutant?" She finally managed to find the word.

There was a pause, then the blue one spoke again. "I believe you are the only one of the species homo sapien in this establishment."
"Oh. 'Kay." She said and tried to lay back down. All that thinking was making her head hurt more, and she didn't intend to get a another brain-crushing headache.
The back of her shoulders bounced slightly against something hard. She frowned. She had been laying down just a minute ago, she could remember that much.
And then she was again, though she had a sneaking flittering suspicion that she didn't do it herself. Ah well, she could figure it all out once she was feeling coherent again. She shut her eyes again, this time preparing to slide into sleep.
Then it sunk in.
"I'm the only WHAT?!?!?" She shrieked, snapping back up.
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8 "I think she took it rather well, considering." Hank said as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "It took her a bit longer than what was her normal reaction time, I'm sure, but she did understand in the end, though I think it was a bit of a shock for her."
"Is she...?" Ororo let it hang in the air.
"Prejudice?" Hank shook his head. "I don't think so."
"Well, thank the Goddess for that, at least." Ororo glanced over at Logan. "What do you think of her?"
Logan grunted noncommittally.
She raised her eyebrow at him. "Well?"
He shrugged. "Might be interestin' ta have her 'bout." He said as got up and left.
Ororo watched him leave with a surprised expression. "What was that all about?"
Hank looked up from stirring in his cream and sugar. "That? I have a thesis, but that's it. I think Miss Kuroi intrigues him."
It took a second for the implication of his words to sink in. "You think his interested in her?" She gasped. "As in romantically?"
He grinned mischievously. "As I said, it's only a hypotheses."
"Logan's right. This COULD be interesting." She smirked.