Back at the mansion the building was a frenzy of activity. Empty rooms were having their beds made for the other mutants that had been saved from the warehouse and previous residents were rooming together to try to make more space. Nobody complained; it was great to have everybody back and to have gotten some shots in at Jane Kelly, who was currently being kept under lock and powers in a room somewhere in the basement that only the Professor and Wolverine knew the whereabouts of.
At the moment Quinn, Mark, Caim, and Kitchie were down in the medical bay accompanied by Gabriel, Ms. Dugan, and a few of the people that had also been saved. Rogue, Kitty, and Wolfsbane had left a few minutes ago with a clean bill of health from Ms. Munroe and Mr. McCoy.
Quinn played with the sheets on Mark's bed, which she currently sat at the bottom of. Mr. McCoy had checked the grazings on her shoulder and heel and had told her that she was going to be fine. Her arms were a bit sore from overexertion but it nothing tha Advil couldn't fix. Kitchie had been checked for a concussion but had been told that he was ok, that he just needed some rest; he sat on Mark's left side. Caim's hands and forearms had been treated for burns and cuts buy otherwise he was alright; he sat between Mark's and Ms. Dugan's bed. Mark had been given a full x-ray and they had discovered that his entire skeletal system had been coated in metal, just like Wolverine's. After that they didn't do too many checks since they deduced that he would have the same medical conditions as Wolverine. Besides the healing factor and metal bones that he had gained, Mark's weapons had now been turned into adamantium weapons, so they wouldn't break no matter what happened when he used them. Despite all this, Mark was completely healthy and was sitting up in bed; Mr. McCoy was simply keeping him in the medical bay to make sure that he didn't relapse back into the depressive state he entered when his claustrophobia plagued him. Mark had told him over and over again that he wouldn't, that he was fine, but the furry mutant would just shake his head and say "Just a little longer." The last time Mark had asked to leave Ms. Dugan had laughed. "You think this is bad? I have to go home with him."
Mark and Kitchie, and Caim and Ms. Dugan were talking quietly together while Quinn remained silent; she wasn't in the mood for talking. She just wanted to curl into a corner somewhere with a blanket and go to sleep, but she wanted to sit with Mark; it had terrified her out of her mind when he had been taken, especially after their fight the night before. Did he still hate her? She doubted it. He had seemed as happy to see her as she had to see him, but she still couldn't be sure; she wasn't going to bring it up though.
With a sigh she let her legs hang off the end of his bed as she curled in on herself, closing her eyes.
"You ok Q?"
She stifled a yawn and looked up to see Mark staring at her. She blinked and nodded. He gave her a warm smile and ruffled her hair. "Good."
"Are you ok?" she asked.
"Well, I'm sore, and I'm probably going to turn into you when I sleep, you know, with nightmares and all-" Quinn glared at him; this was not the time to be joking and sarcastic. "-but I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
Quinn rested her head back on the bed. "I do though," she mumbled.
"What was that?"
She shook her head. "Nothing..."
"You can go now Mark," Ms. Munroe told him, coming over to his bed. They all looked around and saw that Mr. McCoy was absent from the room, which probably explained why Mark could go. He thanked the weather witch as he and Kitchie got up. Quinn sat up and glanced at Caim, who looked asleep in his seat. She glanced at Ms. Dugan, wondering what to do. "Just leave him here," Ms. Dugan told her with a kind smile. Quinn nodded and followed her other friends out. As they headed back up to the main level they passed Gwen, who was going in the direction of the medical bay, probably to check on Gabriel. Quinn stopped, watching as Mark and Kitchie continued on. She glanced over her shoulder as Gwen passed her. Taking a breath she turned and hurried up to the dark haired girl. "Hey, Gwen?"
Gwen turned and smiled. "Hey."
Quinn didn't meet her gaze as she stuck her hands into the pockets of the jeans she had changed into. "Can I talk to you about something?" She stared at her socked feet, feeling unusually small. She had to start talking though, else she would never do it. "Now?"
Gwen paused for a second, probably taken aback by Quinn's current quiet demeanour. "Of course. What's up?"
Quinn took a breath as though she was about to dive underwater and began to explain.