1881/A Sinister Plot: Lending a Hand

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A Sinister Plot: Lending a Hand
Date of Scene: 28 May 2020
Location: Sinister's Lab
Synopsis: Gabby and Hank visit Julian and Emma to help tend their injuries. Emma is delirious with fever.
Cast of Characters: Gabby Kinney, Julian Keller, Henry McCoy, Emma Frost




Gabby Kinney has posed:
Those iron doors have become the only way to even partially mark the passage of time. When they open. When they close again. The only other marker was the times when Sinister came to the lab to do his horrible work, or they were given what paltry items passed as food.

The doors open again for the first time since his last 'session' with Julian and Emma. Gabby runs out into that mediocre waiting area but she doesn't stop this time. Hauling her blanket with her as she has she darts from open door to open door searching for the ones that lay empty. The reasoning is simple: Grab what resources she can while she can. Flimsy blankets that were left, pillows such as they were, even other sheets if they looked marginally clean. It's all pulled into the main room and piled atop the card table there.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller doesn't even really look up from his bed as the door opens. He's on his thin cot, fetal, with blankets clumsily pulled up around him. He's pale and a bit clammy and not particularly responsive to that little bit of fresh air and noise.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Still moving slowly from his self-inflicted unconcious spell, Hank steps into the 'common' area as well. He stops in the doorway, just taking a breath through his mouth. His nose might be broken - he certainly has two black eyes. A nod to Gabby, and he starts towards the open cells. "We need to check on them, Gabby." He says, quietly. "Do it together, so they are unaware of the bonds we share with them, all right?"

He had at least washed the blood from his face, water from the toilet worked just as well as any other in this scenario.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"I plan to," Gabby agrees with a solemn nod as she looks over the pile of goods she'd managed to gather. Three sheets, four blankets. Not enough to really manage to spread among them all but enough perhaps to offer some help for those that were already injured. She grabs one of the extra blankets, and a sheet, which she roughly folds into a mass to carry along with her nodding toward the cell where Julian lay. "He's in there, let's check. They don't need to be cold while also injured." It wasn't much, but it was something. Something small that she can actually DO.

Quietly she adds, "I don't think I'm going to survive whatever he does to me when my turn comes. I can't heal with the collar on. What possible additional mutation could I have?" Shaking her head she starts that way. "But I'm not going to let them know that." No. No. She and the good doctor were the rage filled ones that had to try to fight in whatever small way they can.

Down the hall she goes clearing her throat lightly to alert Julian of the approach so he doesn't get startled. Or worse. "Hey, got you something to help keep warm," she offers with a weak smile.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller rolls over slowly onto his back. He's been drugged a bit, more just to keep him docile and prevent any further outbursts. The pain control that comes with it is more of a lucky side effect. Still, he's conscious and semi-alert, his eyes opening as he looks up at Gabby.

"I'd have gone for a big fire. Burn this place down. That'll make me feel warm," he says, his voice cracking a bit as he speaks. It's clear he's still trying to fight down tears. There's enough evidence of them on his pillow.

Henry McCoy has posed:
THere's a pause at Gabby's comment, the man looking at her. "If you are anything like your progenitor, you will make it through. I have faith in you, Gabby. We have to have faith, or we'll wallow in the despair he's looking to create in our hearts." He shrugs a bit. "I don't really heal all that fast as it is." He smirks. "But I'll be damned if I don't fight and get in a hit on him."

Henry follows along, helping to carry if needed - likely not. His eyes go to the injuries, if Julian has them visible. He is the closest thing to an MD the X-Men have.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney can only nod with a faint grin. It was forced but it was there. "I'd set fire to the whole place if I could. That's more Rachels' thing," she points out in a half-hearted joke. She does however spread the thin blanket out atop him so that it's doubled up with the other. "This will have to do for now."

With the blanket placed she reaches out to brush her thumb against his cheek and some of the dried blood there not mentioning the streaks of tears that had cleaned it off.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller does have one of his arms out, the other tucked beneath the blankets. His wounds have been dressed, at least, simple bandages with the stumps beneath trimmed and stitched. Routine work really, but better than leaving him to bleed to death, at least.

"Since you come with it, I'll take it," he says to Gabby. His eyes flick to Hank, "Doc," he says, but he doesn't stray his gaze from Gabby for long, "I fought. I didn't think I would," he admits. "For all the good it's done.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The big man moves to stand between the pair and the forcefield, trying to give them a modicum of privacy for any of the potential cameras in the other room. "You did well, Julian. You fought back. I am not at all disappointed." He assures, nodding as the wounds at least seem to be tended to for now. No medical supplies to make better work of it, not at this moment. "Keep him wrapped up in the blankets, Gabby. He'll need the body heat."

Another nod to Julian. "You removed one of his flunkies. It wasn't Scott... Scott has no control over his optic blasts. You spotted that - that's a damn fine job, Julian." He offers over as much of a fatherly smile as he can. "We will sort out the injuries when we get free." He's never giving up hope.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"I know. You were awesome, Julian," Gabby offers back quietly. For a moment she resists any further gestures as she was quite aware of how the other side may be monitored. Likely the other room was as well but she hadn't spotted any cameras. Microphones were perhaps there instead. A glance is given toward Hank when he moves to block the view allowing them some modicum of privacy for just a moment, so she smiles. Then leans forward to just lightly bump her forehead to Julian's with a quieter whisper of, "You did great," she offers again. "Just rest and recouperate now though okay?" Sitting up again she tugs the blanket further up along his chest to ensure he does remain warm.

"We'll get out of here soon."

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller looks back at the wall for a second, "Maybe," he says. He's not inclined to feel particularly hopeful at the moment. "I wish I could tell you something. Some trick to get through it. I didn't really. Not all of me," he says, looking at one of his missing hands, "The worst part he was right. I tapped into something I didn't know I had. All it cost me was both my hands," he snorts. "Probably a good price, the way that psycho thinks."

He leans his head over and presses his head against Gabby's for a moment, "Scream a lot for him. Maybe it'll make him happy," he murmurs low, trying to keep the camera from seeing.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Till my lungs give out," Gabby assures with a wry grin. "Maybe I'll make him go deaf. He'd deserve it." If only she had screaming powers like Banshee. A deep breath is drawn, and she reluctantly sits up again to keep her distance for now. A bit. She doesn't move her hand from his shoulder though. Normally she would hold his hand but in this case... Not a good thing to attempt at the moment.

"I'm not so worried about me. I mean. I heal. That's my thing." Her eyebrows knit together with a frown of consternation. "Everyone else though." There's nothing that really needs to be said there.

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller pushes his head up a little on his pillow. He has to wriggle. He'll have to get used to wriggling. The thought cross his mind and his brow furrows with anger at it. He does that a lot now. Sometimes it's hard to even think through the anger.

"He takes what you do away. That's what he does," he says. "Don't underestimate him. If there's anyway he can hurt you, he's going to find it. I hope the X-men come before he gets to you."

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"I know. I can't heal right now... but that's all I've got," Gabby points out with a wry grin. "If I do die, and you guys can get to me at all, get the collar off." She reaches up to touch it with a grimace. "I might still heal. I... I've heard things about how badly Wolverine was injured before coming back. Maybe it'll do the same. But that's a worst case scenario," she assures with a curt nod after having said it. "They're still looking for us, I know, and I'm gonna fight all I can."

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller answers quickly, "You're not going to die." As if just saying it could make it so. He has no reason to believe that or ability to prevent it. But he's already in a hole of pain and hatred and rage. Not many things could make it worse at this point. That would be one of them.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney smiles in return to Julian's statement with a nod. "No. I'm not. Just covering the bases," she points out before she steps back and clears her throat. "I want to go check on Emma, too. You up for a little walk? If not that's okay. I won't be long. And," she reasons with a glance over her shoulder out the force field, "I'm thinking screw this single person to a cell thing. So I'll definitely be back with my mattress and stuff."

Julian Keller has posed:
Julian Keller thinks about being brave but finally shakes his head, "I'm not sure being on my feet is...a good idea. You might end up having to carry me back. Just tell her...I tried," he says softly, trying to get himself under the blankets again. He's weakened, no doubt, his body damaged beyond the mere superficial. As for his mind...well, time will tell.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney reaches out again to squeeze his shoulder reassuringly. "Yeah, it's okay. You'd probably be a bit light headed... Just get some rest. Eat whatever they give you so you can regain strength. That sorta thing." Leaning in she gives his cheek a quick peck of a kiss without thinking. At least, perhaps, it could just be seen as an innocent gesture. "I'll let her know. And you did try. You tried harder than I've ever seen you try before. I'm proud of you."

Then, with that, she heads off down the hall back to the other room. From there she has to count doors until she spots the one Emma is in, and heads down the hall.

"Emma? It's Gabby," she calls out before dipping her head through. She'd grabbed another blanket and sheet along the way to offer to her as well. Both had lost a lot of blood. Both needed to stay warm. "I brought you something."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma is laying in her bed, barely having moved since she had been telekinetically dropped there like a broken puppet. Her blanket is half off the bed, where it had gotten caught when she had been dragged out, and she still has flakes of blood droplets scattered over her body. She isn't asleep, but she isn't awake, either-- mostly staring into the middle distance, breathing shallowly.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Aaaand that's shock," Gabby utters seeing the state that Emma is in. There's nothing else said for a moment as she approaches, and opts to lay the blankets down by Emma's feet. She talks quietly, and calmly, before doing everything. "It's cold in here, Emma, so I'm going to give you another blanket, okay?" There's a pause as if she waits for an answer. Even if she doesn't get one, she then moves to stretch the blanket up and over her pale form. The half-removed blanket is given a tug as she continues, "I'm just taking this to double up the blankets so you'll be warmer."

Everything she does, every movement or shifting, is explained before she does it while watching Emma's reactions carefully. There was no reason to trigger her into motion accidentally when she was so obviously injured.

Emma Frost has posed:
As Gabby gets closer to Emma, she can feel radiant heat from her body, more than normal, and certainly more than what it would be in the chill of the cell. She doesnt respond to Gabby's voice, or even the blanket being pulled over her.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney pauses as she pulls the blankets up only to feel a heat from Emma that ought to not be there. Her eyes narrow a moment, and she takes a deep breath. She hadn't really looked over her wounds. Now she pulls the blanket back a bit to regard the injury with a small oath as she sees that red, purplish swelling that seeped along the edges of the cut with what was obviously infection.

"Fucker don't you wash your hands!?" she blurts out with frustration. There was more to it than that, but this was... well. She was angry.

Reaching up she brushes back a bit of Emma's hair from her face contemplating what to do with the limited resources they had on hand. No sterile water. No soap. Her hands lean against the edge of the bed contemplating. "Emma, I know you're in pain and you hurt and you have every right to, but you've *got* to hold on awhile longer. You're stronger than this! I know it's hard... But so are you! Hard and tough and strong. You're a Queen, remember?" She coaxes hoping to at least help get her mentally on some form of fighting strength as she turns to tear off a strip from the sheet and then go to the sink to soak it. "I'm going to get you cleaned up a little," she explains as she wrings the majority of the water out of the now-damp cloth. Clean the blood off her first. Then... then she'd see what she could do about the wound.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma actually seems to respond a bit as the cool damp cloth cleans off some of the blood splatters. At least she shifts a bit, her eyes almost coming into focus.

"Gabby?" she says after a few moments. Her voice is raspy... probably from all the screaming she had done. But after that question, her eyes go distant again. Definitely shock mixed with the fever. Not a healthy combination.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney smiles at Emma with a quick nod. "Yes, it's me," she assures as she continues to gently dab and wipe off the bloodied areas. She's careful to do so gently. Dried blood did tend to stick rather well though the fever was making it easier to wipe off. That wasn't necessarily good. After a moment she heads back to rinse out the cloth, then return, and place the damp cloth over Emma's chest between... well between her breasts. It wasn't the traditional 'cool cloth on the forehead' situation, but it was a quick way to cool someone off.

"Think you can drink some water if I bring some?"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma nods slightly. The cool cloth helps enough that shes slightly more aware. She shifts a bit, as if she is trying to get comfortable, and groans in pain as the movement tugs at the stitches.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney goes back to the sink to do just what she'd said. She's back a moment later with a paper cup filled with water which she offers to Emma. "Here. And careful. If you want I can adjust the bed back to lift up, these tend to do that." Of course, she has to take a quick look at the underside to see if this was one of the versions that did. "I think. You've got an infection so you'll need to drink a lot of water," she explains.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma doesnt respond either way about lifting the bed, though she does drink the water. It tastes amazing. Lukewarm tap water. That's how you know someone is sick.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
Gabby Kinney just watches to make sure Emma doesn't swallow wrong and drown or something. I mean it could happen. She's in pretty bad shape after all, and that was saying something after seeing Julian's own state. "Julian wanted to let you know he tried to come see you too, but he's also in bad shape. Getting out of bed wouldn't have been good for him."

Emma Frost has posed:
After the first cup, Emma's lips look slightly less colorless. She shakes her head slowly. "Julian... he. There was blood." Her voice is still a rasp. Her memories of those last few minutes were a blur due to her own experience of excruciating pain. "He's alive?"

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"Yeah, he is. He's awake and aware," Gabby explains. She reaches out to take the cup from Emma only to refill it and return it to her hand. She wasn't kidding about making sure she got liquids. It was the most basic thing she could do to help her right now. "Essex took his hands. ... And then Julian broke free and killed 17 before he passed out." From blood loss. "Apparently he got whatever secondary mutation he was hoping for. Like some kind of teek flames."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma's lips curl into a small smile. "Good for him," she says, her voice a bit distant. "Knew he was strong." The second cup empties quickly as well. "So hot in here." She turns her head aside. "We broke past the collars," she murmurs to Gabby. "You have to try. Without him." Her eyes glaze a bit. "Adri, I give up. You win." It's not clear who she's addressing. But after that, she passes out.

Gabby Kinney has posed:
"I..." Without him. That was a thought. Gabby watches as Emma babbles about someone who wasn't here and passes out with a sigh. Dangit. She looks her over again with a frown, and then shifts the sheet up over her. It was thin enough it would only offer modesty. The blankets she'd brought are lain over her legs below the knee to keep her extremities warm. The rest of her? That could remain cool to combat the fever, she hoped. Another trip to the sink has her refilling the water to bring near to the bed again to leave half-full and near Emma's reach by tucking it between the rails of the bed and the mattress. There. It was the best she could do at the moment. Maybe McCoy could offer more help. "Sweet dreams, Emma. At least dream of somewhere nicer than this."

With that she steals back through the rooms to Julian's again to update him on her situation, and potentially remain in there when they lock up. Or... maybe she needed to think of how to break through the collar. Hm.