The strange procession made their way through the front door and in through the foyer through the teacher's office hallway and finally into the infirmary. Lee had skipped ahead at the sound of Tarin's voice. Rightfully so she walked beside the stretcher which left Ghost to bring up the rear by herself.

The volunteers followed DocProf's count and hefted Tarin's stretcher up to gurney level. DocProf excused the volunteers and indicated for Ghost to clear the room and close the door before he leaned over the slightly panicked Tarin. "Glad to have you with us, Tarin. I'll need to touch you - to see the extent of your injuries. You will feel a bit of warmth and then hopefully, we'll all feel better." Ghost had come to be familiar with the man and his ability, but it was always amazing to see. A small crinkle appeared between his brows as she smiled reassuringly and waited for Tarin's assent. He was so patient and careful, Ghost had nothing but respect for him.

He placed his experienced hands on either side of Tarin's face, fingers on temples. He closed his eyes in concentration. His expression was smooth only twitching slightly as he mentally relived Tarin's body's trauma. Once DocProf had seen it, Tarin would begin to feel warmth along his wounds as his natural healing was accelerated by DocProf's x-factor. Externally, a yellow glow formed at the point of connection between DocProf and Tarin's temples. As the healing process began, Tarin's arm, ribs, head, and any other site of injury would glow softly with a golden healing light.

After a long moment, DocProf opened his eyes only a slight strain showing behind the slightly milky blue orbs. "Better?" DocProf busied himself checking the site of the head wound and arm and unbuckling Tarin from the gurney.

Meanwhile Ghost had made her way across the room to the bed where Garrett slept. She took her perpetual seat at the edge of the white mattress and watched DocProf work from her perch.

Her voice, Tairn heard her voice, "Lee..." He said again, the arm that didn't hurt groping empty air to try and find her. She was asking if it had happened. It took Tarin a few tries to figure out what it was, then he shook his head. "I don't know Lee...can't remember..."

The doctor was talking about touching him, had Lee taken him to a hospital? There was a doctor. They had to be going into an Emergency Room. But apparently not.

Tarin could feel the doctor's hands on his head, but then there was something different. There was warmth, it wasn't uncomfortable, but it was odd, at all the places where it hurt.

The warmth receded and Tarin blinked, the mind numbing headache had abated, the ache in his ribs, and the shooting pain in his arm. It was easier to think now. Easier to focus his eyes on Lee.

Tarin moved his eyes to the doctor who had healed him, the man was obviously a mutant. "Yeah...actually...way better." he said softly, "I think I can sit up now...did...did you completely heal me?"

Concentration was still a little hard and the memory of what had happened to get him here was a complete blank. There was one thing that Tarin was sure of though.

"I don't think it was that...I think there was someone else there...really there..."

Tarin was reaching out to her after she spoke with his good arm, the arm that hadn't been splayed out in a weird looking angle, the arm that didn't look to be turning odd shades of blue and purple under his tattoos. So Lee took his hand before he could twist himself around any more and hurt himself, or bounce around on the stretcher too much and make the men carrying it drop him.

It really didn't take long now that they were at the mansion; into the building, through a couple of hallways, and they were into a medical looking room. On the doctor's word, Tarin's stretcher was set on a bed, and the men who had been helping were leaving the room.

But this DocProf guy was going to have to get to work if he was going to help Tarin, which was the whole point of them coming here, and getting to work would mean touching and examining Tarin. Giving his hand a quick squeeze, Lee took a couple of small steps backward. Not much, but hopefully more than enough that she'd be out of the Doctor's way.

But all DocProf did was touch Tarin's head, which started glowing yellow, as did his arm and chest. And then he was asking Tarin if he felt better.

"Are you sure you're feeling better?" Lee asked, unsure how he could be feeling that much better after the shape he had been in just a couple moments earlier. Moving forward again, Lee took Tarin's hand before continuing in a softer voice. "Don't want you to move and hurt yourself more."

But if Tarin was feeling that much better already, coming here had definitely been the best idea. Much better than her trying to patch him up and care for him herself. And there didn't seem to be the problems that he'd told her about being in a hospital could lead to.

Raising her eyes, Lee looked for Maya, not seeing her where she had expected to see the young woman, but rather over sitting on the edge of another bed, a bed that looked to have been occupied before she sat. "Thank you," Lee said softly. Without the woman, Tarin wouldn't be there to have gotten the help, after all.

Then Tarin was telling her that he didn't think it had been that, didn't think it had been a merge, that he thought someone else had really been there. At first, Lee simply nodded in relief; in her experience and opinion, merges were never a good thing. But then the relief washed from her face as his mention about someone real, physical, also being there sunk in. Someone had trashed the shop, and the goal clearly hadn't been to rob it, since the cash box had still been full till she herself had grabbed a handful of cash from it. "So what did they want?"

Lee looked skeptical, Tarin couldn't blame her, if he wasn't sitting there feeling completely better, he wouldn't have believed it either. The pain was completely gone and Tarin could hardly sit still as the Doctor unstrapped him from the gurney.

"How...?" Tarin said as he swung his legs around and sat up gingerly, still expecting the numb to wear off and the pain to return. It had been worse than anything he'd felt. Now there was nothing...it just didn't make sense. Not one bit.

The doctor smiled and put a hand behind Tarin's back as he sat up, "It's just my talent...now, you really do feel better, I didn't miss anything?"

Tarin shook his head, "I'm absolutely fine..." he said, running a hand through his hair and finding only a little dried blood in his hair and no apparent bruising, then Lee asked what the people had wanted and Tarin frowned as he tried to remember. He came up blank.

"I don't know Lee..." he said, looking at her a little helplessly, "The last thing I remember is sitting down to eat...I can't even remember what I ate today..." Tarin turned to the doctor, "There's nothing you can do about that, is there?"

The doctor shook his head and frowned in return, "There's nothing I can do about memories, at least as far as I've seen so far. Tarin nodded his head, "I'm definitely not complaining...you have no idea how grateful I am."

Tarin turned to address Lee again, "How did we get here Lee? What happened?"

DocProf hovered for a few moments more, checking and rechecking the site of the broken arm the most as the bruising was still there, but the break would not be. He couldn't make the body flush out the blood that had pooled there, only repair the broken vessels. Seemingly satisfied with his work after a few steady pokes and prods into Tarin's bruise, DocProf nodded and echoed Lee. "Your wife is right, you should really should try to take it easy for a while." He held his hand against Tarin's shoulder, firmly making it clear that he was not to sit up until he was entirely ready. He was blissfully oblivious to his slip.

"The body has its ways of dealing with stress and the unnaturally fast healing process has some rather taxing side effects when your already stressed body is suddenly whole." DocProf watched Tarin's face levelly over the edge of his glasses. He tested his vision and after a few other surface tests couldn't find much more of a reason to worry. So he stepped aside to let Lee fuss. He touched Lee's shoulder as he passed. "Keep an eye on him. He should be fine, but I'll be in my office resting if you need me." He nodded to Maya again on his way through and slowly made his way to his favorite chair in the cupboard-like office.

Lee looked around then, seemingly confused when she saw Maya perched at a bed side. "Thank you," The sincerity in Lee's words made Maya blush. She instantly felt bad for thinking Lee crazy. Wouldn't she have been nuts if she'd found Garrett in such a position? "なん　でも　ない." She muttered. 'It was nothing.'

Then Tarin and Lee were talking about something. People being in the shop and who was where and what not. It wasn't her place to pry, but she rather didn't want to leave just yet so she turned and fussed gently with Garrett's sheets. He'd been sleeping a long while. Would his mind really be alright?

"So what did they want?" Maya ran her fingers through her hair, inadvertantly catching herself listening in on the conversation. She'd try to politely wait until they were done to remind them of Garrett's condition. Which was easier for them to see now that they were laying in proximity to one another.

Somehow, Tarin was feeling better already. Despite the shape he had been in when she had arrived at the shop, he seemed ready to just hop up and go just because somehow he felt suddenly better.

At least the doctor was on her side, telling Tarin to take it easy. But that wasn't the only thing he said. Lee was just about to voice her agreement with the doctor, just about to tell Tarin to take his time, that he didn't have to jump up right away, when her voice got stuck in her throat when she head everything else he said.

"We're not married," she finally managed to squeak out, though her eyes were locked on Tarin. How would he react to that, how would he react to her reaction?

But Tarin was sitting up now, telling her that he didn't remember anything that had happened, not even what he had had for lunch that day. Lee frowned as she moved around the bed so she could see Tarin clearer. "This morning, you mentioned maybe just grabbing some sandwiches from that shop around the corner," Lee said softly, then turned away from Tarin, looking over the counter beside the bed. "Ugh, I hate it when you're covered in blood."

Lee didn't see anything useful on top of the counter, so she started searching through the nearby drawers. She didn't see any towels or cloths, but did come across a bunch of gauze. Not what she normally used, but it would work. Wetting it in the sink, Lee turned back to Tarin and started to clean the blood off as Tarin asked how they got there.

"I was bored, so I came by the shop," Lee started as she carefully dabbed away the drying blood from the area that had been cut. Tarin said he was feeling better, but she wasn't going to risk hurting him more by not being careful. It was a disaster, you were unconscious. I didn't know what had happened. Maya was there, at first I thought she might have done it or something, but she brought us here, to the mansion, for help."

His wife was right? Tarin wondered for a fleeting moment if he was forgetting more than he'd originally thought. One look at Lee's face made him shake his head and give up the idea and squeeze her hand almost subconsciously. "No, we're not...we're undefinable."

Tarin had missed what else the doctor had said, but as he sat on the edge of the bed and the man mentioned the body having its own ways of compensating when massive healing had taken place, his head started to spin just slightly.

Not laying down, but pushing ideas of getting off the bed out of his head, Tarin sat and tried harder to remember what had happened in the shop. Obviously it had been something incredible. Lee said he'd planned on getting sandwiches from a shop down the street, but again, Tarin couldn't pull up the memory to support or reject her hypothesis.

Lee mentioned that she hated it when he was covered in blood and Tarin's body automatically stiffened as a different memory hurdled to the forefront of his mind. Covered in blood, what if that was what had happened? What if he just didn't know it yet because his body had been in too much shock to allow another consciousnesses to take over?

Lee had walked away, and as she came back with some damp gauze, Tarin looked up at her helplessly and slightly panicked. Lee moved to clean the area and Tarin flinched involuntarily at the first contact of her hand to the place that had hurt so badly such a short time ago. That emotion faded quickly as the only thing Tarin could feel was the pressure of Lee's hand, "It doesn't hurt at all..." he marveled softly, face still grim at the prospect that he didn't have a clue what had happened in the shop.

Lee was so close Tarin could feel the heat from her body and smell the Lee smell that was so her. It was comforting and even though he was exhausted, part of him wanted to reach out and wrap his arms around her. Tarin didn't want to spook her though, so he just watched her face as she cleaned him up, then letting his eyes slip shut as he leaned slightly into her hand. That was, until Lee mentioned where it was they were.

Tarin's eyes flew open and his head jerked towards the other people in the room, taking in the pretty much state-of-the-art medical center they were in.

"We're in the mansion....right now? Maybe they can help...."

Ghost listened to the two deny their marital status with a hidden roll of her eyes. It was easy to make the mistake the way they acted. "We're not married," "No, we're not...we're undefinable." Undefinable? Ghost looked at Garrett's sleeping face. The term sounded crass, but wasn't she deluding herself into similar thoughts? Ah. That would have to sit on the shelf to wait for another day.

Now that Tarin was more than alert, Maya felt she should properly introduce herself so she rose from the bedside and glided in her graceful way to Tarin's bed where he was, against doctor's orders, sitting up. Whatever. It must have been man pride or the need to feel somewhat in control after what had happened to him. Which seemed to be the question of the hour. What had happened to Tarin?

Ghost waited shyly until Lee had finished explaining about how she was in the shop when Lee walked in before she stepped around Lee slowly. She was still being cautious even though she'd decided Lee wasn't a nutter. She hadn't decided on Tarin's mental status. Their vague chat about people who may or may not really be there didn't help either. Maya dipped her head politely, nervously smoothing her skirt as she did so.

"It's nice to finally meet you Mister Tarin." She didn't offer her hand. She didn't mean to offend, she just wasn't a toucher by nature. "I'm sorry about your shop, but it seems you're alright now. Well, as alright as you can be after having a bookshelf on your head." Her eyes flicked nervously to Lee for confirmation of her story and moral support. "I was only there to inform you that Garrett is ill, but I guess it's not a big deal since the shop is kind of trashed anyway? Won't business be dead?" She fidgeted. That came out differently than she had imagined it. "I mean... uh..." She scratched her head. Yeah. There was no saving that one. "Never mind. I'll go get the assistant head mistress for you."

Ghost dipped her head again and started toward the office where DocProf was now nodding off in his chair. Disaster.

Undefinable. That certainly seemed to fit them, considering Lee really had no idea what they were. They had been engaged, and Lee knew that Tarin wanted to be there again, but Lee wasn't ready for that again. Not yet.

But when she turned back to Tarin, wet gauze in hand, Lee saw an expression on Tarin's face that was almost as scary as what she had walked into earlier that day. "What?" Lee asked, her voice catching in her throat slightly, her hands hovering just above him, not quite touching him, just in case. But he didn't tell her to back off, didn't tell her not to touch him, so the look wasn't because he felt a merge coming on.

Lee bit her lip and closed her eyes, focusing on the energy she was feeling. Tarin, right in front of her, Maya and the person in the bed she was sitting on behind and to the side, the Doctor even further away, behind her. She could tell that there was two people over where Maya was, could clearly feel Tarin in front of her, but nothing extra, not like the last time, when Rupert had called her.

"It's ok, Tarin," Lee said softly, opening her eyes and starting to clean the blood off. "I don't feel anything, just you. It's alright."

Tarin was actually relaxing, leaning against her hand as she cleaned him up despite everything that had happened, despite his worry of just minutes earlier that he was merged. At least he had been relaxing until she told him where they were. "Yes, hon, we're at the mansion," Lee repeated as she felt someone coming up closer to them. Turning her head slightly, she saw that it was Maya.

Lee couldn't stop the slight wince when she heard Maya say that Tarin's head had been under a bookcase. Well, that would explain how his head had been cut, anyway, though the bookshelf had been moved by the time she had arrived. But then the young woman went on to ask about business being dead now that the shop was trashed, and again Lee couldn't stop the slight wince at that verbalization.

"Well, we'll be closed for a few days," Lee said, turning back to Tarin. She had gotten all the blood off his face, but there was still some on his neck, never mind all the matted blood in his hair, though that might take an actual shower to deal with. "But I'll have things put back together by the time Tarin feels up to opening again."

Well, it was true. Even though the shop was completely trashed, it really wouldn't take all that long to get things put back together properly. Lee just hoped that not too much of their newly acquired merchandise was damaged.

But Maya was talking about going to get an Assistant Headmistress, whoever that might be, and turned away from them once more. Lee bit her lip slightly as she continued to clean Tarin up. Yes, he wanted help from the people people here, and yes he was feeling so much better than he had been such a short time ago, but so soon? "You feeling up for that, Tarin?" Lee asked. Better to find out so they could stop Maya if they needed to, if Tarin needed a bit more time.