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| Say Ahh; (Hank) | |
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| Topic Started: May 7 2010, 12:57 AM (263 Views) | |
| Old Kitty Pryde | May 7 2010, 12:57 AM Post #1 |
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April 17 2010 10:45 AM Kitty Pryde knew she wasn't the only person who didn't like doctor's offices. It wasn't the staff per say, Hank was one of the most lovable people she had ever met. The blue beast had a beautiful heart only offset by his intimidating appearance. No, he was not the problem. The problem was the institute as a whole. It was the childhood fear that a kid got when they were three getting those first Immunization shots. The white coats became synonymous with pain, with feeling bad, with problems. As she had grown older while many other phobias had failed away that one had clung around. She just didn't like hospitals, even sub basement hospitals run by people she trusted implicitly. Something about the whole atmosphere just gave her goose pimples, it was all so sterile, so clinical. It lacked a personal touch, and the lack of that warmth seemed to cling over her. It just made her nervous, and though she tried to present an image of cool and collected, the reveal was there in the small movements : The swinging legs, the nervous tossing of her hair with her hands, and so forth. All little actions that individually would seem like nothing, but when looked at as a whole would paint a image of a jittery girl. She had been feeling perfectly well. A few bruises from a Danger Room run with Doug, but nothing a hot bath couldn't ease. She had been putting this check up off long enough. Dodging Hank at every turn, ducking in halls, moving through walls, doing whatever a girl had to do. In the end it had taken the shaming from her best friend to show her how silly she was being. She, Kitty Pryde, X-man and girl who would stand toe to toe with Magneto if she had to was being a coward over a simple run of the mill check up. Like always Doug had been right, and pulling out that 'ole Pryde courage she headed bravely to the infirmary. She set on the edge of the hospital bed, legs swinging same as if she was six again and waiting for her mothers hand to envelop her own. She looked at the blue doctor as he began the examination. The more Hank worked the more her nerves gave false starts. What was he writing? What was he looking for? Was it possible that she was in fact ill? Sure she felt perfectly fine, but how many people did she hear about who were totally okay until they weren't. What if she had a brain tumor or something, or cancer, or something like that? Oh she shouldn't have came here. She was better not knowing, ignorance was bliss. She gripped the edge of the bed and closed her eyes for a second. She was being silly, acting unlike the X-man they had taught her to be. Kitty Pryde was tough stuff, she could handle anything. So long as Dr. McCoy didn't mention needles, even a Pryde had their limits. "Okay Doc" she said to the Blue medic. " Whats the prognosis? Ship shape right?" |
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