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Since the last time she'd been in, Max had aquired an interesting collection of injuries. Bruises on her forearms, a bandage wrapped around her left bicep, faintly spotted with blood.

She doesn't really comprehend the whole bedrest thing. Instead, she's staring off out the observation window.

Poke the X5? Not literally, of course...

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A polite but curiously concerned Doctor McCoy wanders by, dressed normally for once, and sees ehr injuries.

"Max? Are you okay?"

They hadnt talked a lot last time, but he was a doctor, and always would be.

"I'm fine." Which is a blatant lie, really.

Max has always been wary of doctors. Always would be.

His face takes on a rather blatant look of disbelief.

"Look, Max. I know you can take care of yourself, but, that wound should be properly treated and the bruises checked out. I'm not asking you to let down your guard, justn to let me do my job. Please."

His voice is gentle, quiet and simply put.

"I'll heal." She smiles wryly. "It's not like I get normal infections or anything like that. Hell, I don't even scar for long."

He holds her glance for a long moment, then nods.

"Okay. Just remember of anything feels off, let me know. I have worked with a lot of enhanced humans. I am used to adjusting my thinking medically."

He smiles then.

"Other than this, how have you been?"

She blinks once, then laughs sharply. "No offense, doctor McCoy, but that doesn't make me feel any better." She touches the bandage lightly. "It's just a graze. My own fault, anyway."

She shrugs slightly. "...Busy."

He blinks.

"I'm sorry? Several of my teammates are enhanced or mutations. In order to work with them and save their lives several times, I have had to adjust my thinking. I am used to it."

he nods.

"Busy is good, I hope.."

"...Busy tends to result in being shot." She shrugs slightly. "Better than being bored, I guess."

He eyes her at that.

"Sounds like your busy is like mine. except mine usually ends up with me being thrown through walls rather than being shot."

His eyes sparkle with humor.

"Well, that happens occasionally, too. But being shot is more common." A moment's pause, then she corrects, "Well, being shot at, anyway."

He smiles at that.

"Dodging skills fairly good?"

Max smiles faintly. "Usually, yes. One of the perks of being a transgenic."

Hank nods, filing the term in his ehad.

"Good. Having friends and acquaintances get shot is never all that fun."

He smiles.

"I hope it doesnt happen too often, then, business."

"It happens rather frequently, actually. My world's a war zone." She grimaces slightly. "...That seems to have followed me here, too."

he sighs.

"I'm sorry. Mine hasnt gotten that bad yet. There is a lot of violence there and sometimes it erupts into outright confict. Since I have been here I have discovered that a lot of insanity happens here too."

He watches her for a moment.

"what happenned?"

His voice is quiet, not pushing.

"Broke up a fight between my brother and my ex." She grimaces, glancing down at her arm. "...I got sloppy."

He blinks aand then nods.

"Under the circumstances, I am sure you did your best. And anyone would be slightly off in that case. Are they both okay?"

He is concerned for her, but also for them. He is a doctor and always will eb one at his heart.

"They're both insane, and need a serious ass kicking." She shrugs slightly. "Other than that, yeah, they're okay."

he chuckles.

"Sound like a few of my teammates."

He nods, taking her word.

"Good. I assume the brother is from your world. Is the ex as well?"

"Zack's from my world, yeah. Jason, not so much." This is, in her opinion, not necessarily a bad thing.

he nods.

"Understood."

And he catches some of the subtext, but merely nods. he treads carefully trying not to pry.

"I hope they will both be okay then."

He wouldnt want to be either of them with her mad at them.

"They will be." Until she gets her hands on them, anyway. Though that part goes unspoken.

"...You know anything about virology?" Hello random segue.

He nods, slowly.

"Yes, I do. I had to learn rather alot about it recently in my world. A major runaway virus was trying to eradicate my species. I eventually found a cure with the help of several others."

She blinks once. "Impressive."

he looks bleak.

"Didnt feel like it. Took me years to do so. And before I did, I watched a lot od friends die and the cure... the cure cost a life as well."

He is still bitter. Angry both at the Legacy Virus itself and at Piotr for taking the choice out of his hands.