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Chapter 5
Down in the medical lab things weren't going so great.
*CRASH* a table of medical utensils went down for the count.
"Easy, it's just a stethoscope," said Hank, "I just want to see if your heart beat is irregular at all, you don't even have to take off your shirt, ok?"
After some initial poking and prodding Hank decided it was best to stop before the poor kid had conniption fit. Everything seemed fine, it didn't make any sense and if anything Remy seemed to be getting worse.
"Are you sure it's not just hangover?" asked Logan gruffly.
"When was the last time you were coughing up blood from a hang over?" asked Hank rather coarsely.
"God, how much did you drink, kid?" asked Logan trying to keep Remy from falling over.
"Three, dat's it, Remy swears."
"It took more than three to do this," said Logan as he shot a judgmental look towards Professor Xavior.
"One way to find out," said Hank.
"How?" asked Logan.
"We can examine a sample of the contents of his stomach." Hank explained.
"I don' kno' if Remy likes de sound of dat." by now Remy was almost doubled over from pain.
"I don't know," said Logan, "Isn't he bleeding internally, won't that just aggravate it?"
"Not necessarily, the blood is coming from his lungs, not his stomach," explained the professor.
"Is dat spost' be de up side?" asked Remy in misery.
Before Logan had a chance to answer with a snide remark Storm walked into the room.
Remy just about knocked Logan over when he jumped back at the sight of Storm. Apparently he was still a little skidish around white hair. A rack of paper cups, a box of plastic gloves and a wooden shelf went crashing to the ground.
"Calm down," said Logan regaining his balance, "that's just Storm."
"What is going on down here? I could hear something crashing from the second floor." said Storm.
"Everything is fine, Storm." the professor assured her, "Remy is just a little under the weather."
Ever since she had first heard that saying, Storm had always hated it, frowning she replied, "Charles, surely you must be joking. He can barely stand."
Storm started to cross over to help Logan, but Remy started to tremble, although not visibly.
"Stormy, why don't you go check on the crew in the commons room, no tells what kind of trouble they could've gotten in by now. We've got this pretty much under control." said Logan quickly, having sensed Remy's increasing fear and not wanting the situation to escalate any more.
Storm gave Logan a funny look, but before she had a chance to say anything Hank intervened.
"And while your up their tell Lance to bring some of Remy's clothes over. He's going to be spending the night."
"Quoi?!" (AN: "What": is that right? Anyone, anyone, Beuler?) asked a dismayed Remy.
"Come now, Mr. Lebeau, your experience here hasn't been that bad." said Hank attempting to lighten the mood a little.
Remy wasn't listening. He was too busy watching Hank fill a syringe with a yellow tinted fluid. Maybe it was the pointy end of the needle or perhaps the though of what his current employer would do to him if he ever found out that drained all the remaining color from Remy's face.
"Mr. Lebeau?" asked Hank.
"Uh, Hank, he just stopped breathing," said Logan.
"Remy, I assure you we won't tell Magneto of this meeting. There is no need to worry." said the professor, he would have gone through Remy's thoughts from last night, but he was just too tense to get a good reading.
Remy started breathing again, but it was shallow.
"Logan, roll up one of this sleeves," said Hank as he put some rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab.
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"Like I hope everything is ok," said Kitty, "they've been down their along time."
"I'm sure he's fine," said Lance leaning back in his chair.
"It's getting late," said Wanda, "we should head back Lance and tell everyone what happened."
"Hey, Storm!" greeted Kitty as the African Goddess walked into the room.
"Kitty, Wanda, Lance," Storm addressed each teen individually.
"What the HELL's going on down there it sounds like they're killing him down there," exclaimed Lance.
"This isn't going to be good, is it?" asked Kitty.
"I'm afraid not, child." Storm began, "I can't tell you much, but they sent me up to have you bring some of Remy's clothes over."
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Hank figured he'd best try to reason with Remy, rather than rushing through things and risking personal injury, "All this is going to do," Hank began as he cleaned off a spot of Remy's arm, "is make you throw up."
Remy winced slightly as he watched part of the needle disappear into his arm.
"Any questions?" asked Hank.
Remy shook his head 'no'.
"Good and just one final request, aim for the sink," said Hank as he shut the drain of the stainless stele medical lab sink.
It only took about two minutes before Remy's knees started to buckle from now even more pressure in his stomach.
"Ok, let's just get you closer to the sink," said Logan as he lifted Remy's torso over the sink and then leaned against the cabinets.
About two seconds later part of the contents of Remy's stomach hit the bottom of the sink.
Chapter 5
Down in the medical lab things weren't going so great.
*CRASH* a table of medical utensils went down for the count.
"Easy, it's just a stethoscope," said Hank, "I just want to see if your heart beat is irregular at all, you don't even have to take off your shirt, ok?"
After some initial poking and prodding Hank decided it was best to stop before the poor kid had conniption fit. Everything seemed fine, it didn't make any sense and if anything Remy seemed to be getting worse.
"Are you sure it's not just hangover?" asked Logan gruffly.
"When was the last time you were coughing up blood from a hang over?" asked Hank rather coarsely.
"God, how much did you drink, kid?" asked Logan trying to keep Remy from falling over.
"Three, dat's it, Remy swears."
"It took more than three to do this," said Logan as he shot a judgmental look towards Professor Xavior.
"One way to find out," said Hank.
"How?" asked Logan.
"We can examine a sample of the contents of his stomach." Hank explained.
"I don' kno' if Remy likes de sound of dat." by now Remy was almost doubled over from pain.
"I don't know," said Logan, "Isn't he bleeding internally, won't that just aggravate it?"
"Not necessarily, the blood is coming from his lungs, not his stomach," explained the professor.
"Is dat spost' be de up side?" asked Remy in misery.
Before Logan had a chance to answer with a snide remark Storm walked into the room.
Remy just about knocked Logan over when he jumped back at the sight of Storm. Apparently he was still a little skidish around white hair. A rack of paper cups, a box of plastic gloves and a wooden shelf went crashing to the ground.
"Calm down," said Logan regaining his balance, "that's just Storm."
"What is going on down here? I could hear something crashing from the second floor." said Storm.
"Everything is fine, Storm." the professor assured her, "Remy is just a little under the weather."
Ever since she had first heard that saying, Storm had always hated it, frowning she replied, "Charles, surely you must be joking. He can barely stand."
Storm started to cross over to help Logan, but Remy started to tremble, although not visibly.
"Stormy, why don't you go check on the crew in the commons room, no tells what kind of trouble they could've gotten in by now. We've got this pretty much under control." said Logan quickly, having sensed Remy's increasing fear and not wanting the situation to escalate any more.
Storm gave Logan a funny look, but before she had a chance to say anything Hank intervened.
"And while your up their tell Lance to bring some of Remy's clothes over. He's going to be spending the night."
"Quoi?!" (AN: "What": is that right? Anyone, anyone, Beuler?) asked a dismayed Remy.
"Come now, Mr. Lebeau, your experience here hasn't been that bad." said Hank attempting to lighten the mood a little.
Remy wasn't listening. He was too busy watching Hank fill a syringe with a yellow tinted fluid. Maybe it was the pointy end of the needle or perhaps the though of what his current employer would do to him if he ever found out that drained all the remaining color from Remy's face.
"Mr. Lebeau?" asked Hank.
"Uh, Hank, he just stopped breathing," said Logan.
"Remy, I assure you we won't tell Magneto of this meeting. There is no need to worry." said the professor, he would have gone through Remy's thoughts from last night, but he was just too tense to get a good reading.
Remy started breathing again, but it was shallow.
"Logan, roll up one of this sleeves," said Hank as he put some rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab.
----------
"Like I hope everything is ok," said Kitty, "they've been down their along time."
"I'm sure he's fine," said Lance leaning back in his chair.
"It's getting late," said Wanda, "we should head back Lance and tell everyone what happened."
"Hey, Storm!" greeted Kitty as the African Goddess walked into the room.
"Kitty, Wanda, Lance," Storm addressed each teen individually.
"What the HELL's going on down there it sounds like they're killing him down there," exclaimed Lance.
"This isn't going to be good, is it?" asked Kitty.
"I'm afraid not, child." Storm began, "I can't tell you much, but they sent me up to have you bring some of Remy's clothes over."
----------
Hank figured he'd best try to reason with Remy, rather than rushing through things and risking personal injury, "All this is going to do," Hank began as he cleaned off a spot of Remy's arm, "is make you throw up."
Remy winced slightly as he watched part of the needle disappear into his arm.
"Any questions?" asked Hank.
Remy shook his head 'no'.
"Good and just one final request, aim for the sink," said Hank as he shut the drain of the stainless stele medical lab sink.
It only took about two minutes before Remy's knees started to buckle from now even more pressure in his stomach.
"Ok, let's just get you closer to the sink," said Logan as he lifted Remy's torso over the sink and then leaned against the cabinets.
About two seconds later part of the contents of Remy's stomach hit the bottom of the sink.