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5.
Jean was just removing her patient from the x-ray chamber when the Professor contacted her.
How is he doing?
Jean concentrated on levitating the unconscious man to the nearby examining table before responding. It's amazing, Professor. He's been living in the wild for God knows how long but there isn't a scratch on him. No scarring one would expect from living outdoors.
It could have something to do with his mutation.
Jean nodded as she went to the computer and started it working on developing the images from the x-ray. I was thinking the same thing. Some kind of healing factor. But, I can't be sure until I take a blood sample and run some tests. I'm also interested in learning about those claws of his. The x-rays should tell me more about those.
How long has he been unconscious?
About two and a half hours now. He won't wake up anytime soon, though. When Scott and Ororo brought him down, I gave him a small dose of succinyl choline to make sure he didn't wake up while I examined him.
Jean could feel the professor's smile. Yes. I doubt our Wolverine would take kindly to being poked and prodded.
Laughing, Jean replied, I haven't gotten to the poking yet, and I assure you there was very little prodding involved. More scrubbing and snipping than anything.
I admit he was in dire need of some grooming.
You can say that again. Jean studied her handiwork. With the help of Scott and Ororo, she'd bathed the wild man from head to toe. After dressing him in surgical scrubs, Jean had taken a comb and scissors to his wild hair and thick beard. With a bit of time and elbow grease, she'd managed to somewhat tame one and trim the other down to an attractive stubble. She smiled as she remembered Scott's look when she'd mention their wild man cleaned up nice. She hadn't been able to resist teasing him.
The professor's chuckle echoed through Jean's mind. Jean, you are terrible!
Smiling, Jean turned her attention back to the computer. A dialogue box had popped up stating that the x-rays had been developed. With a few typed commands, Jean brought up the images. And stared. She could hardly believe what she was seeing.
Jean's fingers flew over the keyboard, bringing the full-body x-ray up on the large display screen on the wall. Her steps were hesitant as she walked over to the projection.
"Oh, my God." It was barely a whisper.
She sent out an urgent mental call. Professor! Scott! Ororo! I need you all to come down here right away!
What's wrong, Jean? Professor Xavier's mental voice was filled with concern.
Jean was already back at her computer, calling up all the information the diagnosis program had collected. Just get down here. You've got to see this to believe it.