"I figured as much, but it was worth a try, Relax, Kid, I'm not gonna bite you,"

“No, it’s like not that… I have other things in my mind but that wouldn’t affect the fact that I will heal you.” He tried to assure her with a smile as he moved closer to the woman. She seemed doubtful of him, but he understands. If he were in her shoes, he wouldn’t trust another anyway. Not in this forsaken place.

"As far as my injuries are concerned, I think I might have broken my collar bone here, if not it's just very badly bruised, and as for my hand, I know I've broken a good amount of bone, as well as having the skin split open in several places, not to mention the slight burns on the skin beneath this godforsaken bracelet,"

Now it was his turn for his face to turn pale white he saw the bruises and the pain inflicted to the tough looking woman. The pain would be very exquisite indeed. Just mending the bones alone would surely kill him… not literally, but the spirit was in there. He wasn’t one of the people who could tolerate the most pain in the world.

“Now, let’s see.” His hand tremble a little as he raised it in the air. Here goes. With a simple touch on her forehead, his finger began to glow a white light, slowly engulfing his hand, and the woman’s whole body.

He gritted his teeth as he felt as if his own collarbone became fractured and slowly reform, the bone of his arm slowly falling apart and quickly mended again. The pain was overwhelming, and mere words cannot describe how he felt now. He wanted to stop, but he could not. No, he must not. He knew she wouldn’t feel anything except the numbness or something, but at least she wouldn’t feel anything… The colour on the skin slowly disappeared and he could hear the bones slowly mending themselves.

After a few minutes, he had finished his work. The healing had completed, and he could feel his body aching all over. He looked at her once battered arm, which looked completely normal now, and the coloured hue on her skin completely disappeared and became healthy once again.

“I hope you’re feeling much better now.” Cause I know I’m not.


[OOC: Isabel, if you were under the effect of any kind of sedatives, they had been removed as well.]

Isabel listened to the boy curiously a he spoke, her gaze following him as he moved closer, pushing down the slightest urge to lean back away from him as he approached. She was starting to develop a sort of beaten dog syndrome, occasionally flinching away whenever anyone moved a bit too close to her. It was a developing habit that she was determined to suppress before it completely set in. She'd be damned if these people were able to get that kind of power over her. But the manner that this young man spoke was enough to keep her from sinking into her thoughts and to keep focused on what was going on around her at the present time. Heal her, that's what he'd said. Just the way those two simple little words had been spoken, it was evident to the young mutant that this boy had to be a mutant. In that moment of realization she was filled with both an immediate sense of relief as well as a less comfortable feeling of envy and resentment. It seemed nice to be speaking with another mutant, especially one that was apparently now on the staff. Mutants tended to sympathize with each other in these camps, and the treatment between them was so much gentler. But at the same time, she wondered what this kid was doing in such a place. It didn't seem as if he'd been dragged here, or he'd probably have been cut off from his mutations as well. His ability to access his powers was what made Isabel so envious of him. She wanted so much to be able to use her own abilities. It felt like forever since she'd last been able to.

Her brow furrowed and she went a little cross-eyed as she tried to follow the mutant's hand with her eyes, her body nearly freezing up when his fingertip came in contact with her forehead. And then he started glowing, followed by a similar light emanating from her own body. She was a bit worried about what this whole process would do to her. She'd only been healed once before by another mutant, but mutations differed from individual to individual. However, Isabel felt only numbness, like a dose of Novocain had rushed to the sites of any and all injuries. Though, the young man didn't seem to be fairing as well. All the color had already drained from his face and a look of discomfort, almost pain seemed to be worn on his features. When his hand had been drawn back and that glowing light had faded away, Isabel almost immediately inspected the sites of where her wounds had once been, her gaze and wandering fingers coming in contact with only smooth skin, not a single mark on her, all soreness and even a level of fatigue had just disappeared. And of course, being the little brat that she was, the first thought that came to mind was her wondering how that bastard James would react when he saw her next. But that thought faded away fairly quickly as she looked back up at the mutant that had healed her out. "Thank you very much," she said, giving a small smile, "But maybe you should follow your own directions and have a seat and just rest for a second. You don't look very well."

"Thank you very much, but maybe you should follow your own directions and have a seat and just rest for a second. You don't look very well."

"Ha..." He tried to laugh out to ease his suffering, but what came out sounds more like a muffled cry of pain. How had had he had such a sensation? How long was it had he felt this kind of pain? A very long time ago, he supposed. The first time he used his power. Before the pain go away, he better not use his power if not he might fall asleep again. At the same time, he dared not to rest as well… Suddenly, he felt the woman in front of her was like a Valkyrie. How could she have kept the pain all to herself?

But…

“You’re right…” He sighed out and turned to Gwendolyn. “I may need some time to recuperate, so I won’t be able to work in an hour or so.” With that, he gave a nod to the girl and the woman, whose name should be Isabel. He saw her profile back then. Interesting power too…

“You rest here for a while too.”

(OOC: Sorry for the delay.)

Gwen couldn't help but roll her eyes when Isabel walked in. It seemed that the only time she saw the girl was when she was auditioning for the part of 'Walking Punching Bag'. That pout sealed the deal.

"Sorry to interrupt such a lovely little get-together, but I seem to have a problem."

"Yeah you do," Gwen grunted. She remained quiet during the exchange between Isabel and Colyn, allowing the boy to do what he was there for. The wear on him quickly became obvious by the pale face and clenched teeth.

“I hope you’re feeling much better now,” he said when he finished.

"Thank you very much. But maybe you should follow your own directions and have a seat and just rest for a second. You don't look very well." Well now, the girl could be cordial after all.

“You’re right… I may need some time to recuperate, so I won’t be able to work in an hour or so.”

"I think that would be an excellent idea," she replied quietly. "We'll see what we can do about getting you something to eat in the meantime.

(OOC: Okay, I'm leaving for the moment. Feel free to continue on if you'd like.

While Nika was trying to figure out a second job for herself a familiar face approached. She had see the girl many times in the female barracks but never spoke to her. A few times Emerald had talked with the girl but that's as much as Nika could remember. She thought she had heard the girl's name before and when Colyn announced it the cat girl nodded slightly as he had confirmed her thought. The only other thing Nika knew about Isabel was that the girl had an attitude and it was apparent in the way she spoke.

Isabel was beaten up pretty badly and she was blood soaked. While Colyn and Gwen tended to the new patient Nika went off to gather clean clothing for Isabel once everything was done.

When she returned Isabel looked good as new. Colyn, on the other hand, was now grimacing in pain as well as looking very drained. It wasn't too much of a surprise since the boy had only recently healed all of Nika's wounds and scars. He must've had to use alot more energy to heal Isabel.

Nika walked up to the girl and handed her the clean clothing.

"Here, I got this for you so you don't have to keep wearing your blood. My name is Nika by the way and this is Colyn."

Isabel nearly winced at the young man's attempt to laugh off her suggestion of resting for a little bit. If the look on his face hadn't been a good enough indicator of how he was feeling, that little sound of his was a nice clue. That must have been the downside of his mutation. Kudos to the kid for working in a place like this. Isabel could get herself pretty messed up, but she was sure there had been and would be worse cases than herself. This little visit to the camps would be one hell of a ride for the healer. She didn't know if she'd be able to do the same if she were put in his shoes. And she probably wouldn't. There was no way she'd ever have volunteered to come to a place like these camps. True, there was a slim chance that volunteers were treated a little better, but Isabel would still prefer being back on the outside of these walls. She wanted to be away from this place so badly. She didn't doubt the various mutant organizations would show up eventually to try and retrieve their members and release at least a few others in the process. She just wished they'd pick up the pace a little and get here as soon as possible.

She gave a small sigh at the mention of her sticking around to rest for a while as well. Isabel really didn't feel like resting anywhere, especially not when she was feeling better than she had in a long while. However, sticking around the Infirmary for a while was probably the wiser idea. Outside the nice clean portion of the camps, there was an angry guard with a bloody nose and approximately four or more fingernail-shaped wounds on his person running around, and it wouldn't surprise her if she'd been bad mouthed to a few others. Worse even, if those few others were some higher-ups. She'd really be in trouble then. Isabel really did need to learn to pick her fights better, at least while she was still in the camps. Somehow it still hadn't gotten through her thick skull that she would very rarely, if ever, win a fight in this place when the guards had those remotes at their disposal. She'd rather sit in here for a while than returning to the barracks only to find some kind of nasty little retaliation strike. Not every guard tried to get even with any mutant that caused a scene, but she wouldn't put it past a guy like James to do so. And so, she stayed right where she was. Doctor's orders, after all.

Looking over to the other young woman as she approached, Isabel's sight darted from her face to the bundle of cloth that was held in her arms. It was hard not to remember the girl. She did have feline features. Kind of makes you stand out in a crowd. Normally, Isabel wouldn't think anything of the extra features, but now she couldn't help but think of how unfortunate it was to be so obviously a mutant when the Registration Act had been passed and the Stalkers were set out to wander the streets. She muttered a small thanks as she took the outfit the girl offered, her gaze shifting from he young woman to the new member of the Infirmary staff as they were both introduced. Colyn and Nika. The girl's name definitely rang a bell. Wasn't she the one that Isabel shared a bunk with? With a name as unique as her mutation, there was little doubt that the two girls were one in the same. "I would say nice to meet you, but considering the circumstances of the meeting, I'd be lying. Anyways, I'm Isabel, if you hadn't already learned as much from your nice little files," she said, getting up from where she'd taken a seat on the edge of the vacant bed. Holding her new outfit out away from her currently stained one to avoid getting the clean cloth smeared, she casually sauntered off to go and change, knowing the general layout of the camp hospital from her handful of previous visits.

[That's funny... I thought I had replied...]

He didn't actually listened to what the girls had been discussing. He was trying to reduce the pain by not moving at all. He sat still as his eyes gazed on the white wall. He saw nothing, seen nothing. As if he entered a trance of sort. Of course, he wasn't in a trance, it was just one of the ways he practiced to ignore the pain in him.

When he finally snapped out of it, he noticed that Isabel had already left. Massaging his shoulder, where the pain was he looked around, a bit confused.

"What now?"

(Continued from The Truth)

The Pit Bull burst through the swinging doors into the infirmary's waiting room. The pleading eyes of sick mutants turned to him, as well as the vacant eyes of the receptionist.

"I need a doctor, or a nurse, anybody. Shya's been stabbed, and she's dying!" He screamed. "Gwen, where are you?" He attempted to push his way past the lobby, but was wrestled down by guards who commenced to beating him. He tried his best to work his way up. "GWEN!" One of the guards stomped his head to the floor while another hand cuffed him. "GWEN!" They began dragging him through the doors, and try as he might, there wasn't much The Pit Bull could do to stop them.

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