"Oh my stars and garters! What happened?" Hank asked as Logan carried Kyle
in and Scott followed. Logan gently laid Kyle on a table and took away what
was left of the blanket, most of it had been eaten off.
"Stars and Garters?" Logan said, arching an eyebrow as Hank hurried over to look at the bullet scrape and Scott's hands.
"We had problems with the police," Scott said through gritted teeth. "The scrape on her face is from a bullet, and her blood spilled on my hands before the acid cooled down."
"That's how she got in her house too," Logan grunted, pointing to the scabbing cut on her arm. "Must've spilled her blood on the lock t' get in." Hank sighed and looked closer at Scott's hands.
"I can put a lotion and bandages on them," he said. "They're burnt, but not badly. You won't be able to use them for a couple days at least, and you may want to buy some pain killers, burns are known to be bothersome, no matter how small." Scott nodded as Hank applied the lotion and then bandaged them. Then he nodded at Kyle.
"She's asleep," he said. Hank nodded, bending down to closer examine the cut. Carefully Hank got out a pair of gloves and started to wipe away the purple blood that ran down the side of her face, and he looked at her wrists, with the remains of the handcuffs still biting into them.
"On it, bub," Logan grunted, unsheathing a claw and with two quick swipes the handcuffs fell off Kyle's wrists. Kyle mumbled in her sleep and as Hank picked up the handcuff halves she slowly opened her eyes.
"Huh?" she said, blinking at the lights in the ceiling.
"Have a good rest?" Hank asked. Kyle looked around and saw Scott and Hank smiling at her, and Logan just looking at her. She closed her eyes again.
"Can I just go back?" she asked.
"Go back? To where?" Scott asked.
"Jail, or someplace, I don't care."
"Then why not stay here, where you'll have your friends and a nicer place to stay?" Hank said, looking up from the drawer from which he was extracting the bandages and cleaning supplies. He walked over and gently wiped the tear out of the corner of Kyle's eyes. "Wait until you can let it all go," he said softly. "In a place that feels safer." Kyle looked at him wearily and then nodded slowly as Logan and Scott said goodbye and left.
Kyle slowly sat up and winced as Hank started to bandage the long scrape. Neither said anything until Kyle finally muttered something.
"I beg your pardon?" Hank asked. Kyle looked at him.
"Well don't you want to know?" she asked. "Why I left? Or did you guys find the letter?"
"We found it, well, Logan found it, and Rogue was the first to read it. I apologize if you did not want us to read it, and I'm sorry for your loss."
"I'm not," Kyle muttered. Then she sighed at the look Hank gave her. "Well, I am sort of. But-" she stopped and shook her head. "I don't know."
"You will," Hank said. "Give it time, cry if you need to, think about it, that's my advice. The only advice I can give, but its worked for some people."
"Is it ever frustrating?" Kyle asked.
"Is what ever frustrating?" Hank asked.
"Not being able to help hurt emotions, I mean, being a doctor and helping physical injuries and all that," Kyle said.
"Yes, it is quite frustrating, but I believe that it is frustrating for everyone, not just doctors," Hank said. Kyle didn't respond and Hank backed up a step. "Now, your blood has cleaned away any infections in your cut-"
"And germs on Scott's hands," Kyle said gloomily. "Is he-?"
"He's fine, minor burns," Hank assured her. "Now, should I help you up to your room or would you rather having another rest here?"
"You don't need to accompany me, I can walk," Kyle said.
"I could not in good conscience let you return to your room unescorted, you look much to-"
"English, please, simple English, I can't handle big words right now."
"You look dead tired, and I'd worry about you being able to make it to your room," Hank said, smiling at her. Kyle sighed.
"Alright, escort me then, just no more big words." Hank helped her off the table and they had not gotten halfway to Kyle's room when she slowed, and Hank had to help her the rest of the way to her room.
"Stars and Garters?" Logan said, arching an eyebrow as Hank hurried over to look at the bullet scrape and Scott's hands.
"We had problems with the police," Scott said through gritted teeth. "The scrape on her face is from a bullet, and her blood spilled on my hands before the acid cooled down."
"That's how she got in her house too," Logan grunted, pointing to the scabbing cut on her arm. "Must've spilled her blood on the lock t' get in." Hank sighed and looked closer at Scott's hands.
"I can put a lotion and bandages on them," he said. "They're burnt, but not badly. You won't be able to use them for a couple days at least, and you may want to buy some pain killers, burns are known to be bothersome, no matter how small." Scott nodded as Hank applied the lotion and then bandaged them. Then he nodded at Kyle.
"She's asleep," he said. Hank nodded, bending down to closer examine the cut. Carefully Hank got out a pair of gloves and started to wipe away the purple blood that ran down the side of her face, and he looked at her wrists, with the remains of the handcuffs still biting into them.
"On it, bub," Logan grunted, unsheathing a claw and with two quick swipes the handcuffs fell off Kyle's wrists. Kyle mumbled in her sleep and as Hank picked up the handcuff halves she slowly opened her eyes.
"Huh?" she said, blinking at the lights in the ceiling.
"Have a good rest?" Hank asked. Kyle looked around and saw Scott and Hank smiling at her, and Logan just looking at her. She closed her eyes again.
"Can I just go back?" she asked.
"Go back? To where?" Scott asked.
"Jail, or someplace, I don't care."
"Then why not stay here, where you'll have your friends and a nicer place to stay?" Hank said, looking up from the drawer from which he was extracting the bandages and cleaning supplies. He walked over and gently wiped the tear out of the corner of Kyle's eyes. "Wait until you can let it all go," he said softly. "In a place that feels safer." Kyle looked at him wearily and then nodded slowly as Logan and Scott said goodbye and left.
Kyle slowly sat up and winced as Hank started to bandage the long scrape. Neither said anything until Kyle finally muttered something.
"I beg your pardon?" Hank asked. Kyle looked at him.
"Well don't you want to know?" she asked. "Why I left? Or did you guys find the letter?"
"We found it, well, Logan found it, and Rogue was the first to read it. I apologize if you did not want us to read it, and I'm sorry for your loss."
"I'm not," Kyle muttered. Then she sighed at the look Hank gave her. "Well, I am sort of. But-" she stopped and shook her head. "I don't know."
"You will," Hank said. "Give it time, cry if you need to, think about it, that's my advice. The only advice I can give, but its worked for some people."
"Is it ever frustrating?" Kyle asked.
"Is what ever frustrating?" Hank asked.
"Not being able to help hurt emotions, I mean, being a doctor and helping physical injuries and all that," Kyle said.
"Yes, it is quite frustrating, but I believe that it is frustrating for everyone, not just doctors," Hank said. Kyle didn't respond and Hank backed up a step. "Now, your blood has cleaned away any infections in your cut-"
"And germs on Scott's hands," Kyle said gloomily. "Is he-?"
"He's fine, minor burns," Hank assured her. "Now, should I help you up to your room or would you rather having another rest here?"
"You don't need to accompany me, I can walk," Kyle said.
"I could not in good conscience let you return to your room unescorted, you look much to-"
"English, please, simple English, I can't handle big words right now."
"You look dead tired, and I'd worry about you being able to make it to your room," Hank said, smiling at her. Kyle sighed.
"Alright, escort me then, just no more big words." Hank helped her off the table and they had not gotten halfway to Kyle's room when she slowed, and Hank had to help her the rest of the way to her room.