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Hank leads Jack inside. To the first sight, the Infirmary looks pretty normal for a hospital room with normal machines and such. Hank leads jack back to the back and lets him through a curtain and there are machines. The machines are of all different kinds. Some look like modern kinds, but some... some are gleaming and strange and very different. These are what Hank McCoy assembled as medical knowledge and equipment allowed. Devices from at least twelve times and universes.

Hank grins and points to a bed near one.

"Welcome to the Infirmary. Have a seat, Jack."

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Jack takes a seat on one of the beds, remebering just how much he hates doctors' offices and hospitals. Not surprising, considering how often he's had to visit them in the past.

"Looks like the set of Star Trek in here. What do you need me to do?" he asks. He knows the routine back at home, but with the different equipment and surroundings here, he's not entirely sure.

"Normally Patients just get set on abed out there and I bring the machinery to them, but I figured I would show you what is ehre."

He grins as he lifts a small item, which if Jack's Star Trek-fu is large enough, will look like a phaser. It is attached to the device next to Jack's bed.

"All you need to do is relax and lay back. This works best with he patient relaxed. This is a scanner and it doesnt have any harmful rays or anything like that. I just run it over you and it takes a few minutes to colate the information from the scans."

Yeah. Relax. Uh-huh. Why is it that whenever anyone tells him to relax in a situation like this, it's never a case where he can relax easily?

Nevertheless, he lies back on the bed, taking a couple deep breaths, nodding as Hank explains.

Hank runs the device about a foot away from Jack along his chest and up to his neck, then back down his torso as far as his lower ribs. He puts the device back on the side of the machine and there is a flicker as readouts change.

"It will take just a few moments. You can sit back up if you like."

"Sure," Jack says, sitting up again, watching the flickering readout as much as he can from this angle. Not that he understands it in the least, but it's hard to just sit there and do nothing.

Hank nods as the readouts finally align.

"Everything looks good, Jack. I take it you are on a good steady mediciation?"

He tudies the figures for opne more moment, then turns to jack, smiling.

"You might want to lay off of the coffee somewhat. You look like you are anaging things quite well."

Now he can actually relax. "Thanks. Bar makes sure I get refills when I need to. And she's been cutting back on my coffee supply recently. Guess I'm, not allowed any vices," he says with a wry smile.

Hank chuckles.

"I am glad you are taking it well. And I am glad you are okay. you are welcome in here for this anytime you want a check up."

"Thanks, Hank," he says, hopping off the bed. "I won't need another one for a while, barring anything happening. I'll see you around, I'm sure."

"See you later."

Hank nods and watches the man go, hen shuts down the machine.

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