Well, the two Mayas had met. That was good. It cleaned up an unnecessary portion of explanation that Garrett had no interest in visiting anyway. Maya..or Ghost for simplicity's sake, was slowly becoming a memory to him. It was strange, considering they both worked at the Mansion and both lived in the Clinic. Perhaps it was Providence or Fate. Some large force was keeping them apart. That was alright though. he had done more than enough damage to their relationship on his own without pouring salt in the wound. besides, he had another woman in his mind now. Not in his heart, but it seemed like it would be a natural progression.

"It usually takes more time for people to figure that out. So, what do you wanna know?... Moved in couple of months ago, was not plannin' on stayin', an' now I'm bein' trained to be a superhero, how 'bout that. If ya work here, we'll see each other a lot." Garrett listened to her, his own smirk developing, He wasn't sure if it was original or if it was just the infectious impishness that came from this person. " Superhero? Hmm, I never thought of it that way. What exactly does a superhero do? The idea of flashy spandex and flowing capes came to mind, but not much else. The ethics and morality of those around him fluctuated so often that the line tended to fade in his mind between good and evil. If he could get an idea about what an superhero actually was, it might help clear that up a bit.

>>"Superhero? Hmm, I never thought of it that way. What exactly does a superhero do?"

Maya shrugged with her uninjured shoulder "Beats me." she grinned "Or, at least, that's what Sam does. I am not sure either what we're supposed to be doin', but this X-men stuff seems to be all the hype aroun' here, so since it looks like I'll be crashing at the Mansion for a while longer, I figured, why not." she smirked "Also, I kinda stole some booze from Mr. Cold Steel, so he got it into his head that he'll reform me to be one of the good guys."

Also. Twyla lived in the Mansion. Enough said.

"Um, Twyla, I think I saw your girlfriend in the Infirmary." The girl with owl eyes was one of the few people that frequented the library as much as Twyla so late in the evening. It was Sometime Past Midnight and the blond had been finishing some homework that wasn't due for another week as she found that nightmares came less when she was dog tired when she finally went to sleep. Before the blond could say anything in reply the owl-eyed girl was gone, off ghosting somewhere else in the Mansion like she so often seemed to do at night.

A familiar sensation erupted in the girl's entire body like yeast. Panic. Electric and quick panic. Without thinking, Twyla threw off the blanket she'd been wearing over her shorts and in a moment she was running down the hall and towards the stairs. That Maya might not have been in the infirmary didn't cross her mind. She hadn't seen her (him, as it was a Gawain day) all day since he'd gone off in the city alone and it took less time for the Morris kid to get him/herself into major trouble. How bad is it this time? Was all that she could think as she ran through the school.

Twyla skidded to a halt in front of the door, looking like a wild woman with her shower damp hair frizzing out of her braid. The shirt with the ripped collar she'd been ready to wear to bed had slipped down her shoulder and her shorts were a bit too short for anything but pajamas. None of this occurred to the girl as she tore into the Infirmary, brown eyes scanning the space quickly until she saw a familiar head of hair and an unfamiliar male figure.

"What did you do?" Anger and worry fought for control of Twyla. The anger found its way into her voice but the worry was etched in her features and the nervous way that her hands picked at the cot and her bare foot rubbed against her bare leg like it was fluttering for a place to be. Her eyes flickered nervously between the girl on the cot and the man that she-may-or-may-not-have-seen-around. A hand came up and rubbed through the frizz, pulling the hair-tie out in the process. "What happened?" The anger died down as the worry won out--it was late and Twyla had the sudden urge to cry in her worry and confusion.

Well, at least Maya didn't know either. He listened with a grin on his face as she explained her misadventures with Sam. Garrett was mostly happy that those adventures didn't include Sam hitting on her. Maybe she was Gawain that day. He actually covered his mouth a bit hearing about reform. Maybe he would have to spend more time around Sam. It seemed that time had matured him somewhat. Garrett decided not to expand on the pros and cons of stealing. He wasn't much of a role model in that capacity.

Before he had a chance to say much of anything, there was quite a calamity at the entrance to the Infirmary. A young girl, who he hoped was a student, appeared, frantic over Maya and her condition. The blond looked like she had just jumped out of bed, judging by her apparel. Maybe a girlfriend? He already felt respect for her if that was the case. he could tell that the other girl was terribly worried and perhaps.. a little angry? It seemed that Maya and Gawain had a habit for getting into trouble. he could identify with that. He eased off the bed and approached her.

" Hi there. I'm Garrett Wills, one of the Infirmary assistants. You are?" He tried to recall the name but had no luck." Maya here is alright. She had some nasty contusions and abrasions but I've cleaned those up. Her shoulder was out of joint but I got that as well. My only concern is a mild concussion. She needs to stay awake for the rest of the evening. she can probably go to bed this morning, once the brain has had time to heal a bit. Other than that, she's fine."

Twyla stormed into the infirmary and Maya sat up straight, dropping the cold pack from her head as her eyes widened in panic.

"Oh shoot."

She could tell from the look on Twyla's face that she was freaking out, and no wonder, she would be too if she found her girlfriend in the infirmary. Again. Maya's cheeks colored pink in embarrassment and she tried her best to look as if she was only, umm, visiting.

>>"What did you do? What happened?"

"Nothing." was her instinctive answer, before she could even think about it.

Yeah right.

"I'm fine."

Yeah. Right.

"I'll live."

Maya sighed and decided to shut up and let Garrett explain what happened. The results of it, anyway. At least he looked sufficiently like a doctor to calm Twyla down. Stay awake all night? Yeah. Like she hadn' done that a few times before...
The mirrorwalker sat on the edge of the bed, glancing between Gawain and Twyla like a child when she knows Mom and Dad are talking about her. Twyla still looked worried. Also, adorable, with the shorts and the messy hair.

She could definitely keep me awake.

Twyla crossed her arms at 'nothing', straightened up at 'I'm fine', and positively glared at 'I'll live'. A glare. An amber-eyed glare that could have shaken the foundations of a mountain was directed at the girl on the bed. Usually the blond didn't make her anger so obvious (it had fought for face space earlier) but she'd lost what little composure she'd had at the words 'I'm fine'. Those were the worst words in the English language when paired together--they were meaningless and she was sick of hearing them...especially form a certain special someone.

Like a light, the glare was out in a moment and replaced by a polite smile that covered up everything but her eyes in a mask of normalcy and moderate feelings. Her large brown eyes betrayed her, flitting from the man that had approached her to Maya in a nervous and worried gesture. Luckily, the urge to bite her lip was suppressed. The man's name was Garrett but she wasn't sure if she was supposed to call him that or Mr. Wills. He seemed calm but if she hadn't known what contusions and abrasions were the word 'nasty' would have sent her worrying into overdrive. Twyla lost all eye contact with the assistant as she searched her girlfriend for bumps and scrapes. Is it bad if I can say I've seen worse? Probably, definitely. Try very bad.

The girl tensed again at the word fine. Maybe fine was a terrible word and the culprit of all of her lack of comfort in the situation. It was attached to too many things and bad memories. "I'm bleeding under my shirt--I'm fine." "You might have broken my ribs--I'm fine." "My parents totally ditched me for Christmas--I'm fine." "She has a concussion--she's fine." Some of them were outright lies and some of them seemed to play the situation down to much too simple levels.

Oh she'll be staying awake, she's got some explaining to do. Lip biting was finally done when Twyla looked back to Mr. Garrett Wills the Infirmary assistant after taking in Maya's visible injuries. "I'm Twyla Ashby, Maya's girlfriend." She didn't hesitate anymore when she said it aloud to people--they were normal for themselves, just like any other couple at the Mansion. "Did she tell you how she managed to get banged up this time?" Her tone was as polite as the smile had been, if mildly sarcastic. No more looking was done at the other girl, she was ignoring her until she got what she could out of the man. I don't even know if I want to know at this point... Shoulders drooped just a tad as the tiredness finally caught up with them from the library.

Whatever was going on, Garrett was definitely in the middle of it, both figuratively and literally. He could tell by Twyla's body language that this may have not been the first time that she had come running to Maya/Gawain's rescue. It looked like this time the damsel saved the knight. Every other conventional idea was tossed at the window with their relationship, so why not? Garrett rubbed his eyes. He was tired. " Nice to meet you, Twyla. I suspected as much, considering your general tone and your posture."He thought on his answer before delivering it, suspecting that he might put her in trouble for dancing with Aura. Hmm. Had he made a faux pas? Perhaps she was Maya when she danced with Aura. Oh who cared anymore? They could all jump in a big pile at this point, if it meant he could go get some sleep.

" I think it's best that you two hash out the details yourselves. I did my part, now you two can do yours. Excuse me a moment and I'll get a release form for you." He walked away, giving the girls enough time to get some of their domestic issues cleared up as he searched for the form he needed. Judging from the time it was, he decided DocProf could answer any emergencies. He picked up the phone, waking the old man, of course. " It's after midnight. I'm leaving. I left all of today's notes on your desk.......Yeah, just finishing something up here....Tuesday...alright, you too." Finding the form required, he returned to the two of them, placing it on the table nearby.

" Sorry to interrupt, but if I could get Twyla to sign this release form then you two are welcome to go. Just have to make sure someone is keeping Maya awake until she is a little better off. I'll be out of the office once you guys are gone, but my room is on the adult hall. DocProf will be up here shortly if you need help. It was nice to meet you both. I'm pretty tired, so I'm going to go to sleep." He awaited her signature. He wanted to go there and then, but he had a responsibility to see it through. Damned responsibilities. They dogged him wherever he went.

Maya stared at her feet; she didn't need to look up to know she was getting an angry glare. She could feel it burning through her skull.

>>"I'm Twyla Ashby, Maya's girlfriend."

A faint smile. Boy do I love hearing that.

>>"Did she tell you how she managed to get banged up this time?"

Uh-oh. Maya shot a glance at Garrett. Fortunately he was smart enough not to tell her the whole story...

>>"I think it's best that you two hash out the details yourselves. I did my part, now you two can do yours. Excuse me a moment and I'll get a release form for you."

And so Maya and Twyla were left alone. Maya finally looked up at her girlfriend, still colored in various shades of pink and red. She did owe her an explanation.
"I was downtown, look... um, wanderin' around, and I met this mutant girl..."
more about her later
"... an' a few dumb guys decided to try an' beat us up for bein' mutants."
it's more or less what happened
Maya sighed.
"We got away fairly easy. That girl could fight."

Looking up again, she finally stood up from the bed. "Can we get outta here please? I'll come back to see Doc in the morning."

Garrett returned soon after that, with paperwork and a good-night. Maya nodded to him and smiled, although nodding didn't feel so good. "Thanks, Garrett. See ya around."

"Nice to meet you too." I wish it was under different circumstances. Oh well, in the end what was the difference between running into someone randomly and running into the Infirmary and meeting someone? Well...it was a different thing entirely but the girl figured that this wouldn't be the last time she'd run into someone this way--no use holding grudges against the Infirmary assistants when it was her girlfriend who was the one getting into the trouble.

Garret didn't tell her anything--probably a good thing for him but it was still disappointing for Twyla. "Alright, sounds good." She said in a slightly cheery tone anyway, again, it wasn't his fault that she'd come running down the stairs in a state of panic. That was probably mostly her own fault, she really needed to work on not getting in a preemptive tizzy over things.

When the man left Twyla looked at Maya, a less glaring expression on her face--she looked a little tired and mostly calm as if she were ready to listen. She was ready to listen, after all. The other girl was blushing and blotchy and it, as always, was weird to see on her. The blonde's face didn't change much as she listened, she was focused on processing more than what her emotions at that moment were. For some reason she got the sneaking suspicion there was more to it--it was much too simple and several things had been omitted. "Alright." She replied with a sigh, her tone neutral. "I'm glad you got away--" Hands waved a bit. "Like this instead of worse." Her brows furrowed. The girl wasn't sure if she was supposed to ask about it all later or if it would be better to let Maya explain what she wanted to explain until she was ready to tell her everything.

When Garrett came back to where they were Twyla still hadn't decided. She was curious, very curious, but at the same time...maybe she'd try being pushy in a while, if Maya didn't tell her the full story once they were alone. A release form was handed to her and Twyla signed it with her scratchy handwriting. The hand holding the pen was shaking slightly but the horrible penmanship wouldn't have been better if it hadn't--the only letters that could be taken from the scratches were a rough T and a sharp A, Twyla's handwriting was not curly-girly handwriting and it never had been. "Alright, thank you. How long does she need to stay awake?" That was all she needed to know and then the pair could be on their way.