"Candie, can you help me with my homework?" Gayle asked holding up a large text book.
"Sure, what do you need help with?" Candie asked walking her bubble over to the table so she could see the book.
"I need to do problems one through twenty-five, and I don't know how."
"Where are your notes?'
"I don't have any. This is my catch up work. Eighth grade is impossible," Gayle stated shooting several small crystals through her pencil.
"What's impossible?" Jamie asked walking into the room. He had been hiding out most of the day after the Anna thing.
"My homework," Gayle answered handing Jamie the book.
"It's not impossible. We covered this stuff last week."
"Really? You understand this?"
"Yeah, hey, is this my math book?"
"No, it's mine. Mr. Archer gave it too me this morning."
"No way! I have Mr. Archer too. You go to Bayville Middle?"
"Yeah I just started to day. I didn't see you there though."
"I was there, in the back." Gayle closed her eyes studying her memory of the classroom.
"The one hiding behind the book?" she asked blinking her clear eyes open. Jamie nodded.
"Cool, how'd you like know that?"
"I just pictured the classroom in my head. I kinda have a really good memory, but it's useless with my power, I mean, what's a good memory have to do with shooting crystals from your body?" Gayle asked softly looking at the math book again. "So you can really help me with this?" Jamie nodded and sat down in the chair across from Gayle. Candie glanced at the two, shook her head and slowly walked out of the room. Gayle didn't need her help anymore, so now she had to find something to do, and sitting in her stupid bubble alone in her room wasn't her idea of fun. She hated the bubble so much, but the doctors said if she didn't stay in the sterile environment, she'd be dead in a few weeks.
It wouldn't be so bad if this was part of my power, but it's not. Stupid immune system disorders she thought wondering why this was bothering her so much. Usually it didn't bother her. Out of complete boredom Candie decided to go investigating the infirmary. She knew from previous experiences, she'd probably be spending a lot of time there. She didn't have much trouble finding the infirmary, pushing her bubble against the double doors she walked in.
"Typical," Candie muttered looking around at the beds, most of which were empty. Amber was sleeping in the one on the far left, with some guy made of what appeared to be spikes sitting in the chair next to the bed. Shrugging Candie ignored them. She and Amber didn't really get along and the guy looked more interested in Amber than her.
"Well, hello there miss," a voice said from behind Candie. Turning around she saw the man Professor Xavier had introduced as Dr. McCoy.
"Hi, Dr. McCoy," she said politely waiting from him to kick her out for the possible trouble she might cause in the future.
"Hello miss…"
"Marrow, Candie Marrow," she said sliding one of her hands into the rubber gloves attached to the front of the bubble and shook Hank's hand.
"How can I help you Candie?"
"I was just looking around."
"Interesting place to be just looking around in."
"Why?" Candie asked looking Dr. McCoy in the eyes.
"Most kids avoid the infirmary. Mostly because they don't want to get sick or can't stand the blood and gore."
"That's what interests me," Candie said softly noticing Dr. McCoy looking at her a little closer, not at the bubble, but at Candie, herself.
"So, none of this bothers you?" he asked waving a hand over the entire area.
"Nope. If it wasn't for my medical situation, I'd want to be a doctor."
"A doctor, hmm, you know, Candie, I've been looking for an assistant, if your interested." Candie nodded and smiled.
"Yes, I'd like that a lot, but Ms. Thorne…"
"I'll take care of that. Now, why don't you get started looking at the medical journals along the back wall? They're actually fasinating reading." Candie nodded and eagerly started flipping through the medical journals Hank had pointed out.