REVIEWS: Zach - I'm really glad you're liking this. It was really helpful and encouraging to hear your comments throughout the different chapters. I hope you enjoy the rest as well. Soccergurl - Glad you're still enjoying. It's really nice to know all y'all are still reading.

A/N: Many of you have probbably noticed the new previews and stuff for Jack Jack Attack. Just so you know I had no advanced knowledge of this and so nothing from it will be reflected in here. I'll try to incorporate that information into later fics when I find out for sure what all took place. Fear not - my accuteness for authenticity will prevail. :)

XIII. A VISIT TO THE HOSPITAL

Helen and Dash walked into the Metroville florist. The place was small and smelled like fresh cut grass but was well lit with the florescent lighting. The light hurt Dash's eyes having just walked in from the night outside. In fact it seemed rather late for a place to be open anyways. "This doesn't look much like a hospital," Dash said.

"Shhh," Helen silenced him, "I'll explain later." The two approached the counter.

"I'm sorry," the lone attendant said. "We're closed"

"That's quite alright," replied Helen. "My son is just looking for an orange latipsoh repus."

"Oh," replied the lady quite surprised. "Follow me." She led them into the back room where all the flowers were cut. From there they walked down a short corridor and used a keypad to open a set of double doors that read 'DANGER: Fertilizers, Pesticides, and Other Hazardous Chemicals – KEEP OUT.' This left Dash ill at ease but he was shocked to find that the doors actually led to what seemed to be a small waiting room with two more corridors at the end. The one on the left was marked 'emergency' and the one on the right marked 'exams.' The woman led them to the right and put them in the first room. "The doctor will be with you shortly," she said. Then she turned and left.

After about five minutes the doctor entered the room. He was young – about thirty – with brown hair in a moderate hairstyle, and glasses. With that he wore a lab coat and stethoscope and seemed very much a normal doctor. "Good evening," he said with a smile. "I'm Dr. Thomas Angelo. You must be Mrs. Parr and this must be Dash." He stooped down to the boy's level. Dash just dropped his head. He didn't like doctors even if they did specialize in supers. "Rick told me to expect you, although I must say you caught me off guard. Being the first day back open we've had no visitors; not that that's bad"

"That's alright," Helen said, "and please, call me Helen."

"Very well then," he replied. He sat down and began to examine Dash.

"What happened to Dr. Thompson who used to run the clinic here," Helen asked.

"He's retired now," Dr. Angelo replied. "He turned forty-eight just last month and is living with his wife in Florida. Fort Myers I think. But don't worry, I may be fresh from school but I promise I'm every bit as competent as the good doctor."

"I'm sure," Helen said. She hadn't meant to offend him.

Dr. Angelo felt his pocket for a light to examine Dash's eyes but couldn't find one. Looking up he saw one on the counter on the opposite wall. He raised his hand and it came flying to meet his grip.

"Whoa cool!" Dash looked on astonished. He felt a little better about his new doctor now.

"You're a super," Helen said with wide eyes. She was shocked. Dr. Thompson hadn't been. But it made sense, with the ASLs in place a super had to find some way to make a living. "A telekinetic none the less."

"Actually telekinesis is only a secondary power. Bionic interface is my most acute one."

"I'm not familiar with that," Helen said.

"It's rather rare. It allows me to connect with another biological entity such as your son's body," he said as he put a hand on Dash's head.

"Hey that tickles!" Dash squirmed as he felt a trickle of energy shoot up his spine.

"Then I can observe first hand what's going on," he finished. "It's why I became a doctor and the reason they gave this job to me."

Helen was quite impressed with everything she was hearing. "So I guess you barely missed getting into the super business didn't you."

"By about a year actually," he said. "My parents even called me Angel of Mercy saying it should be my super name because I could help so many."

"That must have turned your world upside down," Helen said.

"Yes," he replied. "By the way Dash, don't try to use your powers for the next few hours."

"Why not?" Dash asked.

"Because until then they're mine," he laughed. "That's a side effect to my bio-interface examination. It takes away the patients powers temporarily; but in the mean time I get to play with them," he said with a smile. "Now your power is just super speed right?"

"Right," Dash said.

"Good," Dr. Angelo replied. "I'd hate to accidentally hurt someone with a power I didn't know about or worse, one I couldn't control." He finished his exam. "Well Dash I think you'll be just fine. I found nothing on the inside and just a few bumps and bruises on the outside."

"How is that possible?" Helen asked him. "He hit so hard."

"Well wasn't he wearing one of Edna's super suits?"

"Yes."

"Well then I'm sure that absorbed most of the impact. As for the rest, mother nature has ways of protecting us supers." Helen looked at him inquisitively. "He has a rather thick scull to help with such impacts along with some other more technical stuff."

"Well I know he gets that thick scull from his father," Helen laughed. "By the way, how did you know E made his suit?"

"It was in the information I got from SOCC. It was quite detailed, after reading it I felt I'd known your family forever."

"Well thank you Dr. Angelo," Helen said as she stood to leave.
"Yeah, thanks Dr. Angel," Dash joked.

"Hey kiddo nice touch," he replied. "Bring him back in two weeks just for a follow up. If you need any thing before that I'm on call here twenty-four seven."

"Thanks," Helen said and she followed Dash out the door.

On the ride home Dash was thinking about the hospital. "Mom, what was that flower you asked the woman for?"

"Oh," Helen had almost forgotten. "Well you see Dash, the florist is just a cover for the hospital but you don't ask about the hospital from the outside to protect its secret location. Instead we ask for a latipsoh repus which sounds like a flower but the workers know to be super hospital read backwards. The reason I asked for orange is because your injury was a minor one received from combat. If it had been serious like it was Wednesday, I would have asked for red. Also you can ask for blue which is a regular check up, green which is a follow up, or yellow which is an injury or illness not related to combat."

"Oh," Dash said really having no idea what his mother was talking about.

About that time the pair reached their home and there in the driveway as promised was the Incredibile. That would be helpful having a second car in the family again. She looked down at her watch and realized it was nearly time to pick up Violet. She wasn't quite looking forward to that. 'I'll send Bob,' she thought. 'Besides, he'll be dying to take his old car out for a spin anyways.'