"Are you deaf!? I will be fine. I do not want you here." Iris started. She briefly wondered if he was even worth the argument. She could, after all, just ignore him. No. She decided. That would give him too much satisfaction. "You are such an ass and I don't even know who you are!" She exclaimed as she felt the pressure of a headache return behind eyes. It was nowhere near as bad as it had been earlier, but she knew it wasn't healthy. 

Elliot poured her a cup that was more ice than water, stabbing it with a straw and handing it over. “Sorry there’s no umbrella or anything. Limited resources.” He shrugged. “There might have been a lot of people… they’ll forget about it by tonight. I’ll bet it happens all the time. The fainting thing.” Making himself comfortable in the seat by her bed, he tried for soothing. “If it’ll make you feel better I can fake one tomorrow. Take the attention off you.”

Iris instantly decided that she liked whoever this guy was. He was kind and funny and that was not something she had yet found within the compound. Granted, Iris hadn't exactly tried to make friends either. Her views of mutant-human relations were often found naive and misguided, and so, Iris chose to keep to herself for the most part. 

Elliot threw a glance her way, “Uh. Would you like a lie? Or the truth? Pick your poison.” There had been a pretty sizable audience when med staff picked her up and transported her out. “I promise I’m not here to laugh at you. My mentor’s kinda a doctor so I’m helping out. Bonding time and all that. So—some ice water? A foot massage?” He held up both hands and wiggled his fingers.

"I'll take Lies for 200, Alex." Iris joked. "No, but seriously? Was it bad?" Iris always thought the worst in every situation and this situation was no different. "Thank you for offering. Water would be fantastic. I feel like my throat is on fire." She told him, flashing the smallest of smiles. 

Iris practically hissed at the man. "Aren't you just the cream of the crop? The sweetest chocolate at the candy factory?" She was so angry at his callousness that she wanted to snap. "Be on your way. Get out. I'm sure someone will come along shortly. I'm fine."

"Well, thank you for dealing with me. I'm sorry to have been such an inconvenience to you. With that being said, you can gladly excuse yourself. I wouldn't want to continue being a bother." Iris wouldn't dare admit it, but on top of the inevitable embarrassment that clouded her mind, this stranger sitting on the edge of her bed had hurt her feelings. "You could have just dropped me off and left, you know? Saved a little bit of your precious time." 

Iris resisted the urge to let out another groan. "So, how did you end up here? On my bed?" She asked the guy. She wasn't completely sure, but she didn't think they had met. 

When the girl – Iris, he’d learned a bit later from one of the nurses – had gone down, Oliver had been more than a bit surprised. As straining and stressful as training could be, he hadn’t expected someone to just collapse in front of him their first week in. He sure as hell hadn’t expected to cart dead weight around this early in the program.

Iris slid down beneath the covers. Embarrassment plagued her entire being. She definitely would be viewed as weak now. The worst part was that she wasn't weak. A vision had come in with so many attached emotions that she had been overwhelmed. 

Iris groaned. She couldn't help to think that this would ultimately make her look weak in the eyes of her fellow mutants. After all, clairvoyance wasn't the most impressive ability and Iris often questioned just how much of use she could be to the program. "How bad was it? Don't lie." She told him looking him directly in the eyes. 

You have to pardon me if I don’t share the view of doing something “good” while here. Tho I do try not to be negative, it’s bad for the nerves.

Stopping the RIA would be good. Would it not? I just feel like this.. this program.. is an opportunity. It's a chance for change. I know I sound like a poster-child advocating for mutant-human relations, but I really feel like this is a step in the right direction. 

You expect me to run and sweat? Lift weights?!

I'm 100% certain blood will be involved, yes. But, hey. It beats camp. I hated that place.