Where did I end up? "Um, it's nice to see you, too, sir..."
"Quite a beating you took, son." Mr. McCoy walked up to an IV bag that was dripping something into Caim's arm. "We had to hook you up to a saline drip; there was no way we could have gotten you to eat anything in your state."
Caim watched as Mr. McCoy looked over at him, still smiling kindly. He reminded Caim of the Cheshire cat. We're all mad here...
"And a pain killer, of course. We had to stitch you back up, and your ribs were causing you quite a bit of discomfort."
Stitch me up?
Caim slowly raised a hand to touch his forehead where he had hit it after running into the wall. On a thin raised line he could feel the sutures that had been placed across the now closed wound.
"I was surprised at all the blood, seeing as your only wounds were the one on your head and a few cuts and scrapes."
Caim kept his head down, his eyes on the pants he wore that he knew were not his. He didn't like people questioning him, and he was sure that both Natasha and Mr. McCoy wouldn't approve of his answer.
"But anyway, you're safe now, and on your way to recovering, so all's well that ends well."
Caim tried to not laugh at that and listened as Dr. McCoy walked over to check something on his left side.
"Quite an array of art you have there," he commented.
That was it. No matter that this man was a mutant himself, Caim wasn't going to stick around and wait for these people to figure him out.
"Can… can the needles come out?" he asked quietly.
As Nr. McCoy turned back to face him, Caim glanced around the room, searching for a way out. Natasha stood off to the side slightly, looking at him. When she caught his gaze she gave him a soft smile.
"We can take this one out," Mr. McCoy told him, removing the needle in Caim's left arm. "Don't move for a moment, and tell me whether you feel lightheaded or in any sort of pain."
"Ok…"
"Hank is one of the best doctors around," Natasha said, and as she did Caim noticed her and Mr. McCoy exchange a look.
The man quickly turned his attention back to Caim with the ease of someone that knew exactly what he was doing. "How are you feeling?"
Caim shrugged a shoulder.
"The same?"
Caim nodded.
"Perfect." He went and picked up the clipboard, scratching down some notes.
Caim rubbed his hands together and scratched at his palms, though he looked anywhere else but at his own skin. He was shirtless and gloveless, which would have triggered a panic attack by now except that Caim was comforting himself, saying that he'd be getting out soon.
Natasha must have noticed him shifting and his eyes darting around because she spoke up. "Are you ok?"
He merely nodded.
She took a small step towards him.
Enough is enough.
He ripped out the other IV drip from his arm and was on his feet in less than thirty seconds. Not knowing where to go he just darted forward, hoping for a door on the other side of the certain. As he neared a wall it slid open automatically and he sprinted out. He didn't hear either Mr. McCoy or Natasha behind him, and he honestly didn't know what to think of that.
Don't think. Just run.
At the end of the hall an elevator stood open and he rushed into it, slamming a palm onto the button that would close the doors. The machine instantly went up and he took a deep breath despite his protesting ribs.
Don't think about any of that or you'll collapse. Just think about getting out.
Even while telling himself not to think about his injuries, he felt his legs go slightly limp. Only the elevator opening made him straighten and run out the moment that he could fit through the doors.