Rahne sighed, her head falling back against the tree. She ran her hand through Jamie's hair absently. The younger mutant lay with his bandaged head in her lap. She scanned the area seeing two more Jamies and calling them over. The real Jamie, the Jamie whose head lay in her lap was suffering from a concussion. As a result, there were a dozen or so Jamies running around. They would not be able to bond with him again until after he was well. Rahne smiled as the two Jamies sat down amongst the others. Rahne, who had a penchant for the sweet younger X-man, had volunteered to care for him, and round up his multiples. Babysitting and Collecting. It would be a long day.


Pietro hopped off the examining table. Unfortunately he was still extremely dizzy, and thus collapsed into a heap on the floor. He winced as he banged his head against the table leg. White spots formed before his eyes and a sharp ringing reverberated through his head. "Okay," he mumbled, distractedly, "Maybe this won't be as easy as I thought."


Hank ducked as an energy bomb flew past his head. "Tabitha, please relax," he said gently. "Relax? Relax?! My arm is broken and you want me to relax?!" He sighed. "Getting upset will not help things." "Yea, well it makes me feel better!" "Tabitha-" *BAMF* "Blue!" Tabby attempted to throw herself at him, only to be restrained by Hank. "Tabita, are you alvright?" Tabby's eyes pooled with tears. "Blue look what Lance did! Look what that ragging idiot did to me!" She held up her cast-drying arm. Kurt's eyes softened. He hopped up on the table beside her, placing an arm around her gently. Tabby collapsed into him. "Oh Blue it's terrible! My arms broken forever!" Kurt laughed softly. "Tabby, I don't zink it's broken forever." She glared at him, then relented. "I know. But it hurts like hell!" "I bet it does." "When I get my hands on that rock tumbling jerk-" She winced as she accidentally clamped both fists, pain shooting up her arm. She bit down on her lip with a muffled "Ow." Kurt just brought her closer to him and rubbed her shoulder. Tabby closed her eyes, burying her face in his neck with a soft sigh.


Scott groaned. Wasn't it bad enough he had to always wear a visor? His fingers traced over his black eye gingerly. He bit back the pain and looked himself over with his good eye. What a mess. White gauze covered most of the right side of his face. He couldn't see the severity of the damage, but he could see the large, swollen lump through the gauze. He groaned, his good eye blinking a few times, unused to such treatment. He had been given a ruby quartz eye patch for his good eye. He looked like a pirate who'd just lost an eye. His left cheek had needed twenty-nine stitches, and his lower lip was split. Various bruises were flowering all over his body and his head felt like he'd been hit by a baseball bat. He groaned for the third time in less than five minutes and sank into a nearby chair.

Warren walked into the rec room feeling, emotionally, a little worse for the wear. Scott looked up at him, and Warren could feel the glare from across the room. He smiled warmly. "How're you feeling?" he asked. Scott snorted. "Hurt like hell, huh?" "Nothing you'd be familiar with," Scott retorted. "I wouldn't be so sure," Warren replied, with a friendly smile. He sat down across from Scott. Scott looked away, getting angry at how Warren didn't even so much as have a scratch on him. "How's the team?" he asked, switching to leader mode. Warren sighed. "More or less, everybody's doing fine. A bit shaken up, but alright." Scott exhaled, sinking further into the chair. He was starting to feel really tired. He yawned. "Do me a favor?" he asked, drowsily. "Yea." "Go check on everyone again for me?" "Okay." Scott had fallen asleep by the time Warren left the room.