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Post by hank on Dec 16, 2010 14:42:42 GMT -5
Once he heard that Freya was in trouble, he decided to head out to exile castle as soon as he had Xavier settled into the infirmary. He left the professor in the hands of Jean and Hazel, then got on board the X-Jet and used the coordinates in the computer to plot a course to the castle.
Thankfully the trip wouldn't be long, and after a double check over his medical supplies, he soon saw the castle coming into view. He used the frequency Freya had given them to patch into the communication system of the base.
"Exile Castle, this is Doctor Hank Mccoy. Requesting permission to land and assist."
Hank Mccoy, permission granted. said a voice over the radio make your landing in the courtyard, someone will be out to escort you to the medical wing.
"Understood."
The radio cut out after the transmission and Hank circled around the castle until he found the courtyard. It was big enough to land the jet, and thankfully with room to spare. After a few moments, he successfully landed the jet and grabbed his bag, stepping down the lowering platform as a form was coming out of the castle.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Dec 16, 2010 15:02:59 GMT -5
When Freya had been told about Hank coming.... Well not even furious was a strong enough word to express her emotions. She was completely fine! Curse that Old man! She didn't need some doctor's help! Sure, she'd been getting lightheaded a lot more often as the days went by, but she could just blame it on standing up to much! They'd taken care of her injuries quickly, there was absolutely nothing wrong with her health! She flat out refused to meet him.
And thankfully? Tari wasn't there to force her to see Hank. Tari had gone back to the States after making sure Freya was on the road to recovery.
So, when Freya heard that Hank was actually there, she decided then and there that she wouldn't see him. She didn't go down to their Hospital Wing to meet him, or to the entrance of the Castle to welcome him in, she went up to the top levels of the Castle, where her and Tari's rooms were, and locked herself in her room. Sure, it was a childish thing to do, but she didn't want to see him! She leaned up against the door, staring out into space, trying to figure out how Xavier had even found out about the fight, when suddenly, everything went black.
The person that came out to meet Hank wasn't Freya, it was an older man, and acted like a Butler of sorts, greeting Hank formally. "I'm sorry, when Miss Elensar heard you were coming she locked herself upstairs." There was little surprise in the man's voice, as if he'd expected her to do something as childish as that. "I have a spare key, would you like me to show you to the room?" He fished out a key from his pocket, holding it out for Hank.
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Post by hank on Dec 16, 2010 15:19:16 GMT -5
Hank looked over the man as he came out, and couldn't help but feel a little out of place. The man seemed to be like the castle butler, and here Hank was in blue fur, a suit and a doctors bag. He cleared his throat when the man addressed him, telling him that Freya had locked herself upstairs.
"I suppose if I can't see her in the wing, I might as well see her in her room then."
He sighed after speaking, following the man through the castle. He looked around, taking in the stone arches, wooden doors and tapestries that lined the walls. The castle itself had an old renaisance feel to it and he couldn't help but expect royalty to be coming down the halls at any moment. As they climbed the stairs, he began to notice that the atmosphere was getting slightly warmer then usual. He chalked it up to Freya's powers, knowing full well how much she d the cold. The butler was about to use his keys to unlock the door, when Hank placed his hand on the man's arm and held up a finger. He then knocked on the door, hoping to get Freya's attention.
"Miss Elensar. Freya, this is Dr. Mccoy. I've come on Xavier's request to check up on you. Please open the door."
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Dec 16, 2010 15:27:38 GMT -5
The Butler led the way through the winding corridors, up several flights of stairs, and finally to Freya's room. Once there it seemed Hank was more interested in reasoning with Freya then forcing her to cooperate. He couldn't help but smile a little. Reasoning with Freya was a pointless idea. Once she became set on something the only way to get her to cooperate was to force her to. The butler left the key with Hank, just in case the 'reasoning' didn't work, before he headed back down to the lower floors.
Freya sat crouched in front of the door now, taking deep breaths. Once again, she just blamed her nausea on standing to long, but it hadn't made her collapse up until now. When he heard the knock on her door though, she almost jumped. Great. Hank was here. And someone had shown him where she was! Curse it all...
"I don't need to be checked up on. You're just wasting your time." She didn't stand up to unlock the door, or even leave her spot against the door. It wasn't that she hated doctors, she just hated people thinking she was vulnerable, or weak for not being able to put up with this amount of pain. "I will not open the door. You should just go back to the Mansion and put your skills to use on people who need, and want, your help."
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Post by hank on Dec 16, 2010 15:42:16 GMT -5
He smiled to the butler as the keys were handed to him. He could tell by the look on the man's face that the path Hank had chosen wasn't an easy one to walk. He rolled his eyes and sighed as she continued to demand to be left alone, that she was alright. He kept the keys in his hand and continued to try and reason with her.
"Freya, I only want to come in and check on you. I'd like to take your word for it, but as a doctor I must insist you let me make the final decision. Now please open the door or I will have to open it myself."
Thankfully the door was wooden, and though he really wasn't the forceful kind of guy, he didn't need a key to open a wooden door. It's true he was able to control is own strength, but if needed he really could take the door off of it's hinges and just set it aside. His only worry was that he would become a crispy critter if he damaged any part of the castle. Waited patiently, though knowing that it was pointless.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Dec 16, 2010 15:51:19 GMT -5
From where Freya sat on the floor, she rolled her eyes. Why was he trying to reason with her? Convince her to open the door? It wasn't going to work! She was stubborn like that after all. She didn't give in to anything! And she sure as hell wasn't going to start now!
"No, I don't think so. I'm doing quite well with out a doctor's help. I didn't need one then, and I don't need one now." She ignored the rest of his comments, bracing herself against the door to help herself get to her feet. Her head swam again, but she tried to ignore it, crossing the large room to where her bed was, laying down on one side so her head would settle. "I don't need your help. Just go away." She had to raise her voice a little so it would reach the door, it was obvious she'd moved away, almost in a 'if I can't hear you maybe you'll go away' sort of way. It probably wouldn't work, but it was worth a shot.
If only Freya wasn't so stubborn, she would have accepted the help instantly. Some part of her knew that something was wrong with the care she'd gotten on the scene. A frying skillet searing that hole shut on her stomach, of course it hadn't been meant to be a permanent fix. After all, no one got impaled and just put a band aid on it! There had to be damage to her organs. Sadly Freya remained oblivious to the knowledge, set on thinking she was completely fine when she'd been growing paler and paler by the day, and could barely go ten steps before she got light headed.
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Post by hank on Dec 17, 2010 0:08:40 GMT -5
"Very well then, I'll just have to invite myself in."
He took the keys the butler gave him, bracing for the worst as he moved the key into the lock and turning it. The door clicked and he opened it, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. He set the bag down inside with him, looking up to her with a smile and holding the keys between two fingers. He then placed them on a nearby shelf and picked up his bag once more before walking near her bead.
He didn't know what was completely wrong with her, but the butler spoke of her symptoms and how she looked when she was brought back. Her skin was pale and he noticed certain areas of the room where bits of were showing. It was worse then he thought, and as he looked to Freya's form, he let out a sigh. If he was going to make things better for her, he had to start right away. First he had to get her to let him.
"Freya, I'm here to help you, and I insist you let me. I was told about your condition when you arrived and judging from how you look and the on the bed and floor, if you don't let me help you, I'm afraid you won't have long to live. You're dieing."
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Dec 17, 2010 0:30:37 GMT -5
Freya sat up the second she heard the click of the door unlocking, and when he entered the room.... Boy did she look pissed. That stupid old man! Why he hell had he given Hank the key?! Sure, Hank could have broken the door down, which actually would have made Freya feel better in ways of him getting him, even if it did mean having to clean up the damage.
It wasn't that Freya was sick, just the treatment she'd gotten for her impaling hadn't been all that efficient. Sure it kept her from bleeding out, but it didn't repair any of the damage to her organs. If anything, burning the wounds shut might have done just as much damage as help.
She was full on glaring at him as he got closer, and the closer he got, the hotter it became. It wasn't that hard to guess touching her would the the stupidest idea at the moment, the heat just around her body high enough to burn flesh off bone. "Condition..?" She almost seemed to twitch. "I'm not sick, you idiot. I was impaled. My injuries were handled, and I'm not dying anymore. So move on. I am not letting you touch me." Her eyes had gone a fire red, flickering like flames.
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Post by hank on Dec 17, 2010 0:43:18 GMT -5
He knew she was more then a little upset, and as the room grew hotter he couldn't help but wish he didn't have all that fur on his skin. There was no reasoning with her, and as stubborn as she was he knew she wouldn't let him do anything to her. The more she fought the worse she got.
"Please I need to fix those wounds or you will never survive the next few weeks."
He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. She was getting more angry, and the more angry she got, the hotter the room felt. Pretty soon he would have to leave or die of heat stroke. So he did what any normal doctor would do. He walked to the far end of the room and stood there, crossing his arms.
"I'll make you a deal then, and depending on how you react, I'll leave." he motioned for her to rise off the bed, "Stand up and walk to me. If you're as fine as you say you are, walk towards me and stand in front of me without falling or stumbling. If you can do this without problems, I will leave. If not, then you let me take care of you."
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Dec 17, 2010 0:58:10 GMT -5
Freya was starting to tune him out now, just glaring at him as he stopped approaching, and spoke about her not surviving with out medical care. Her scowl deepened, as if she wanted to throw fire at him, but was restraining herself. Only when he moved to the opposite end of the room did the temperature begin to drop to a more normal degrees. If he tried approaching again though, it'd most definitely sky rocket.
"A deal?" She slowly blinked, her own arms crossed as she stared at him, or, half stared. She was still glaring somewhat. When she heard the deal though, she scoffed. "That's it? Walking the length of the room will get you to leave?" Both eyebrows raised, as if waiting for some catch. Finally though, she shrugged. She could do something that simple in her sleep! Actually, she had a few rare times! Finally though, Freya was smirking as she slid off the bed rolling to her feet. Of course her head swam for the first few seconds, but she just blamed it on getting up to quickly, and it hadn't been that noticeable. "Fine, we've got ourselves a deal."
Unfolding her arms she started towards him, taking her sweet time in crossing just to prove she was completely fine. Sadly, the more she walked, the more lightheaded she became. Two thirds of the way there and she stopped, the whole world spinning so fast she didn't even know which way was up. Her skin had lost even more color, sweat beading on her forehead. As suddenly as it came on, Freya collapsed, tumbling onto the wooden floor in a dead faint.
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Post by hank on Dec 17, 2010 10:33:55 GMT -5
He knew she wouldn't make it far, though she did make it farther then he thought. He didn't want to move to catch her, but he was sure she would be in a bit more pain when she woke up. He sighed and walked to her, picking up his bag and picking her up in his arms as he did. He then walked to the door and opened it, heading down to the medical wing. He passed by the butler who looked at him in complete surprise. Apparently, Hank found out later, very few entered Freya's room uninvited and came out alive, let alone with Freya.
Hank walked down to the medical room where the nurses stopped and stared at him. Haven't they seen a blue furry mutant before? He gave them all a kind smile and placed Freya on the hospital bed. He then turned towards the nearest nurse and completely took over, running off a list of things he would need to help find out what was causing Freya's faints and headaches as well as a full scan of her internally. He also prepped her for an IV and placed a gas mask over her mouth to keep her sedated. The last thing he needed was for her to wake up.
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Post by Freya Elensar Ashe on Dec 17, 2010 14:28:00 GMT -5
If Freya were awake, all hell would break loose. Sure, she'd made a deal with him, but that didn't mean she'd be happy about it. It just meant she wouldn't try to kill him. If only Rory or Tari were there to see what was going on... They'd side with her until they realize that her life really was in danger. And then she'd have everyone that can stand up against her doing just that.
She was getting close to waking when the gas mask covered her face, forcing her back into a deep sleep, unable to feel anything that was about to happen.
The Nurses did everything that Hank asked, retrieving anything he needed or preparing something for his use. He might be surprised by all the equipment at the Castle, it was almost like a miniature hospital, most the equipment far better then that of the school's.
Whenever he got to finding the source he would learn to things. The first being a lot of her internal organs near the injury on her stomach were damaged, not severely but it would explain part of her dizzy spells and declining health. The main source of her problems though was a little more difficult then that. Internal bleeding.
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Post by hank on Dec 17, 2010 14:37:13 GMT -5
"It's as I feared." he said, looking over the results, "We need to take care of this soon, or we'll lose her for good."
To say that Hank was impressed with the level of medical technology was an understatement. He actually had to read up on a few things before even knowing what they were remotely suppose to do. He was thankful that he was one of the leading medical researcher and science teacher, otherwise it would be like telling a kindergartner to play an XBOX game on high difficulty.
It took a while, but the machines were prepped and the tools he needed were set up. He ed a joke, advising anybody with a weak stomach to leave, though he knew that in a hospital wing if you had a weak stomach you wouldn't be there anyway. He was thankful Freya didn't have some sort of automatic defense...at least he hoped she didn't, and so he began the operation.
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It had been a few hours, and a few close calls, before Hank had officially deemed the procedure a success. He gave her a small sedative that he was sure would keep her out for a few hours, which thankfully gave him time to get out of there before things really heated up, literally.
He shook hands with the doctors, some requesting his information in case they would need such expertise again. He had to admit he was a little embarrassed that such praise was given for just doing his job, and after a few more handshakes and praise, he was back on the jet and taking off from the courtyard. By the time Freya finally woke up, he was half way to the mansion.
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