too loud

For a second, she put away the cloth, placing it gently onto the matress and checking if it was still bleeding. Luckily, not. She nodded in understanding, it seemed like a very confusing situation, only a little more explained through the usage of uncommon, ‘uncanny’ considered abilities. “You feel better now, though?”

It was what mattered. His safety, his well-being after what seemed like such a traumatic and confusing event, projections of the unexpected transportation passing through her eyes as if they were his own blue ones. Then, she picked up the blood-stained piece of her shirt to wipe over his lips, very gentle and caring, leaving his face as if it was untouched. A small giggle was given to his question, though it was understandable. Her head moved up and down subtly.

    Then she held his hand. His whole brain seemed to skip a beat, excitedly fuzzing like TV static and coming back, sound into picture, like a VCR that just needed tuning. He was an adult, he had to remember, and he had to remember to compose himself. 

    “Sorry, for- um,”  he began, looking over to the door and back to her.  “Anyway. Thanks, uh, for, uh, helping.” 

    Sometimes he wondered if he was doing permanent damage to his brain by flitting in and out of existence like that. It was hard to tell. He’d asked that weirdo scientist to scan his brain once or twice, but it was difficult for him to work up the courage. 

Rhys wasn’t the first mutant she’d worked with but as she stood outside his door, her hands began to shake a bit.  The skills she’d gained as a surgeon were impeccable and being the youngest person on the staff, made it hard for her to walk around unnoticed but she didn’t expect that the firms pet project would be dropped in her lap so suddenly.  They wanted to learn how to control him, how to keep his abilities in check and at the time it was proposed, Lexi thought it was just a hypothetical situation.  

Brain manipulation, rewiring the hemispheres of the brain to work in correlation with her new software, that was the key.  Now that she stood there, needing to start to gain his trust, she wasn’t sure it was the ethical thing to do.  Taking a deep breath and relaxing her body, she walked through the door.

As she walked through and the guard shut the door behind her, she leaned against the wall, looking over at the man.  He looked younger then she’d expected, more docile.  Of course everyone heard rumors of his powers and how dangerous he could be, now, sitting there across from her, he seemed almost normal. 

The smile she once thought would be forced came naturally to her and she took a few steps closer to him, placing her things down on the table before removing her lab coat.  

Stay calm, just stay calm and don’t shake.  You’re stronger then you think, just stay calm.

                                  Most of the time. He didn’t like to see young ladies terrified. 

    He watched her walk in, eyes not leaving her, unblinking and nothing but focus. He wished he could hone in on exactly what she was thinking, but his abilities weren’t quite there. All he could get were little drips of information, little trickles of voices that told him she was trying not to shake. Stay calm, stay calm.

    He didn’t react immediately to her voice, for a moment not even sure she’d spoken aloud. He sat with his hands clasped in his lap, trying to relax for her - it was easier if they were both relaxed. 

    “Doctor Carver,”  he said slowly, trying to sound as Normal(TM) and as Sane as possible. She looked way too young to be a doctor - kind of made him wonder what he’d done with his life, really. College drop out didn’t sound nearly as impressive. Skittish eyes flicked up to the door and back to hers as he leaned on the table, wondering what she was thinking about. She seemed nervous. 

    “Good name. For a doctor,”  he said, a little smile forming, though he hoped it didn’t look Crazy. Everything was a challenge with these people, wasn’t it?  “I’m feeling... Y’know, normal. Normal, wait- I mean- Like, as normal as I- you know what I mean.” 

    Shit, he hoped she knew what he meant. Or he’d have trouble. Hell, he was more nervous than she was. 

                                                          You sound fucking crazy, kid. 

❝Good people are like candles;  they burn themselves up to give others  light.❞ -  Turkish Proverb.

Zoe N. Wallace : Independent, non-selective Marvel/X-Men OC. Penned by Val.