Infirmary Thread for Hank McCoy

[merryeccentricities]

It's the nature of work in the Infirmary; either the days are really quiet... or they're really, really not.

And now suddenly it's really not.

Joly's moving to bring out one of the tables for super-powered patrons as soon as the visitors walk in. "Hello, have a seat-- there-- if you can." If he's startled, he doesn't sound like it. He reaches out to help the apparent patient over to the examining table.

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[no_more_hiding]

Hank half collapses and half pulls himself onto the table, ultimately needing help as his muscles spasm yet again. The spasms are decreasing from when Enzo first discovered him, a good sign it seems.

[OOC: Maybe Hank, Enzo, and Joly for order? Unless there's a reason for skipping or some such.]

Visiting threads

[no_more_hiding]

Hank feels much better after a few hours of sleep. Well, his body does at least. His emotional state is something else entirely. Earlier, one of the rats brought him a gown to change into and he had made the mistake of looking in a mirror. Folly and ignorance, be thine in great revenue...

He is now sitting up in bed and staring at his clawed hands and wondering just what he is and what he will do. Aside from saving the world from Shaw that is.