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Rachel should be a familiar sight by now, right down to the blood soaked shirt clinging to her back. She's leaning on Matt as she carefully steps in, carefully so as not to jostle her head.

Matt walks her in, scanning the room and glad to find someone familiar here. "Hank, glad you're the one in here. Brought you a patient."

Hank comes hurrying out and winces at the sight.

"Rachel? What happened?"

Rachel winces at the voices, but she doesn't complain. The headache was well worth what she accomplished. "Umm...pieces. Saw the puzzle...and put alot of it together..."

Matt furrows his brow trying to offer what he can to Hank. "They're old wounds, they're not bad but I thought it best to get them cleaned up."

Hank sighs and touches her temple gently.

How much did you reopen?

Alous he says; "Thanks, Daredevil."

That mere touch hurts to, but she's really good at not wincing away. She's had to be. "Nothing too deep I think...no bone..." she sighed.

::Scared Matt I think...::

He nods and takes a step back giving Hank room. He remains close by though and monitors what he can with his senses.

"I don't hear anything broken, internally sounds fine." He offered. Beast surely had instruments to tell him this but he needed to feel like he was helping out somehow here.

Dont scare the nice superhero, Rachel

he grabs the scissors and gently begins cutting away the fabric aroudnw here the blue has gflued it to her. A tap of a buttona nd a glowing privacy shield steps up around them.

Your choice if you want to ask Matt to leave.

he works quickly.

"Thank you. You did good getting her here."

::You know i don't care who sees:: she admitted.

The T-shirt was stuck, the blood so saturating it that it was closer to black than red...it seemed only the tree carved upon her back had reopened, in all it's painful detail. The blood welling sluggishly rather than flowing smoothly.

"My head hurts...how bad is it?"

And despite the shield and his blindness Matt was courtious enough to turn his back to them.

"Well you know, I was there and in costume. Figured I might as well help." He's trying to be light, having the feeling that brooding might not be what's needed here.

He eyes her and taps the sensors.

Ahhh, Rachel. lovehelpsupport

"One... pattern has come open, but the blood isn flowing feely, only sluggishly. I am going to need to wash it with some saaline to get the shirt away from the wound, and ven then it will hurt some."

She got things done, actual progress in her mind...it's an odd, pain tinted feeling of accomplishment that returns to Hank.

"Only one? Well, that's not so bad" she admitted. "Probably needed a bit more detail anyway" she chuckled bitterly...

...then winced as the chuckle reverbrated through her head.

"Saline away"

"Pattern?" He's asked before he's aware of it. What he really wants to know is what Rachel was doing and why she is bleeding now but isn't sure how to ask or if she's willing to discuss it.

"I told you we'd need more then water for this Rachel." The making light really isn't going so well.

"Rachel never showed you her etchings?"

He keeps his voice gentle and light as he works, bringing a bottle of sline solution over her back and then sluicing it over the fabric and her skin. His hand it here gently touching, smoothing her skin, giving what comfort he can and then slowly removing the fabric. With it comes blood and darkness.

"I have alot of scars" she offered quietly.

She doesn't even flinch at the saline sluice. She's encountered far worse than that sting.

"He can see them if he likes"

"No, they just seemed old scars that had reopened up." He can smell the saline mixing with her blood and hear the peeling as Hank pulls the fabric free.

They all had scars, comes with the trade. Though, he was certain for some reason that hers were much different. He turned his head slightly, curious and wondering if she would let him see.

Hank gently laves the area, cleaning away the blood, anbd gently checking the flesh for deadened areas and infection.

"We all have enemies. Scars come with the territory."

How does it feel right now? Any extra sensitivity?

"Hank, My head hurts too much t show him...can he borrow your eyes for a second?" meaning, she can plug Matt's perceptiosn into Hanks, but her own would just give Matt a headache right now.

"It feels fine" she semi-shrugged, which she probably shouldn't do.

Matt shakes his head, realizing that using her powers might not be good for her in her condition. "That's okay Rach. Maybe later."

"He is welcome to."

He gently injects an antibody booster and finishes cleaning her back, leaving just the wound itself, and sprays it with a soft sealant, then beginsg to bandage the area, using a large flat bandage and then wrapping it with an around the body wrap bandaging, but only some.

Ge works gently and with efficiency, his mind completely in doctyor mode as he works as gently as he can wrapping it forward around her chest gently.

It takes a few minutes to complete, but soon is done.

Using her abilities never bothered her really, headachy or no, she can slip Matt's senses into Hank's with barely a blink. Just a lingering sense of a headache far off...

And there's aher back, in all it's painful beauty. Someone had taken great care and time to carve such detail into her flesh. A great tree stretched across most of her back, full of detail and spreading it's branches up to her shoulders, ribbons tied to the branches swimming up farther to down along her arms...

...and a girl, with windblown skirt and hair, only a small, cruel smile visible of her face...

Oh yes, a tale of pain, these scars...

He holds in a gasp at suddenly being able to see, and against what he sees. It's beautiful and morbid and painful. The detail is amazing and yet its carved into flesh, the flesh of a friend.

Matt doesn't know the orgins of the image but he feels for Rachel. He'd thought about his own scars before but this, this something else entirely.

He takes in the detail and then closes his eyes, bidding the image of pain away.

When the bandaging is done, he sighs and gently hands Rachel a new shirt.

Try not to ruin them so often, dear friend... or I will have to take you shopping. Then you will truly be doomed.

he grins at her.

At Matt's refusal to see more, she gently withdrew her ability, perhaps understanding how such could hurt others.

"Me? Shopping? Hank, you're nuts...you've seen what I wear..." she pointed out.

Not that she's worm any skin tight leather lately. She's far more partial to the ragged jeans and tank she'd stolen from the X-laundry so long ago.

They were probably Logans.

::Matt, you alright?::

"Hawaian themed leather... has a nice ring to it..."

He taps the scanners and nods.

"You realize Bar is probably going to mother you some more because of this...?"

He glances sideways at DD and eyes him.

"She needs rest, but she should be fine."

::I'm fine.::

"There's only a few people who could pull off Hawaiian leather, I think. But who knows, maybe it could be you Rachel." He said with a smile bringing himself together again.

"Thanks Hank. Are you gonna stay here Rachel or if you like I could help you get somewhere so you can rest."

All truth told, she'd fully intended to head back out to the lake, probably sleep out there now that the nights were getting warmer. It was easier, out there, than in any bed...

But everyone would poke her if she did that.

"Great, more broth from Bar" shesighed, hanging her head. "And the very idea of hawaiian leather is twisted Hank, just so you know...I can't advocate skinning hawaiians just for weird leather..." she teased.

"I'll stay here I guess."

"In that case I have a surprise for oyu."

He flicks a remote and the privacy curtain and ceiling and floor seem almost to fase to visual senses. And then there are stars.... images of stars, from all over the universes.

"You would think Bar would be a little more creative then broth. Chicken and stars at least." Matt smiled, figuring he'd hang around just a while longer to make sure she was alright before heading off.

"Beef broth with what I suspect are dissolved vitamins in the bottom" she confided to Matt with a chagrined sigh.

"...I think I should be worried that the medlab was specially modded for me..." she chuckled though, reaching out to stroke Hank's fur in thanks.

"Just adding a few modules from the danger room. Forge was able to modify them to my specifications. This way... at least while you have to be here, you can have a little taste of the view. And it is accurate. There is a little starcam on a tree, pointing upward. So this is a real time video."

He grins.

"Sounds delicious." Matt deadpanned. "Would you like me to bring you something? I mean, I can understand broth if you'd just had your tonsils out or some such but in this case I'm sure you can handle something more substantial."

He turned to Hank for approval from the doctor here.

"...how come everyone I know offers to feed me?" she sighed, curling on her side on the bed easily. One can probably tell how often she's done so.

"You dont eat, you tend to neglect food, you ignore time, you allow yourself to forget meals.... shall I go on?"

Hank grins at DD.

"She can handle more, if she feels up to it, but it is her decision."

"Those of us without medical degrees and lacking any bad guys to fight for you want to feel useful?" Matt offered as a reason as well. "So how bout it Rach, want something to eat, drink, poke at with a fork while observing Hank's brilliance?"

She really shouldn't feel outvoted when teh decisions been left up to her.

Really shouldn't.

"Ummm, sure."

She pokes Hank wih her foot though. "I eat sometimes"

"I am sure you do... when food is in front of you."

he eyes her sideways.

"Been in yer head kiddo."

"Good, I'll get you something then." He smiles and waits a moment, "Anything in particular?"

"Foods food" she semi-shrugged, ignoring, easily, the pull of the bandages as she does so.

"As long as it's even remotely edible, I'll eat"

Then she happily poked Hank again.

Hank rolls his eyes.

"Behave you munchkin you."

he grins at her.

Matt sighs but smiles at the lack of suggestions from Rachel and heads for the door. "Alright, I'll try to bring something back you'll like."

"Like" and "Food" don't really dwell in the same mind sets for Rachel, but she won't hate it, that's certain.

"Munchkin?!" she poked Hank, yet again. "Do I get to call you fuzzball now?"

"Did you stop at some point I didnt know aboiut?"

he eyes her and then grins and pokes her gently.

"You just concentrate on getting better. You are doing great, Rachel."

And Matt returns holding a tray of food. "Wasn't quite sure what you'd like but well, here you go. It's not broth at least."

He held out the tray and tried to find a place to set it. On it was a bowl of rice and stir fry, some tea and orange slices.