|Henry McCoy (i_thebeast) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2011-12-08 22:50:00
|Entry tags:||baba yaga, henry mccoy, stand still|
Blood and Potions (Baba)
Hank slowly extracted the tiny tube from the analyzer, biting his lip as he gazed at the blueish liquid. It seemed like the solution, or at least, the computer told him it seemed like the solution. It was moments like this that Hank wished mice could be granted the X Gene just so he could double check his results before performing random experiments on himself.
Of course, giving mice mutations with unknown powers associated might not be the best idea, and super powered rodents aside animal testing wasn't something Hank entirely enjoyed. Probably because they were innocent critters with adorable ears, and their squeaking could be quite amusing, and it wasn't a good idea to think fondly of creatures you mutated, gave experimental medicine, then killed and dissected.
Still, Hank trusted his own research and the computer's readouts. And so, in his hand, he quite possibly had the solution to his life's main focus. His breathing hitched slightly and he hesitated, eyes wandering from the precious vial to the needle drawer sitting at the ready. Did he do it now? Why shouldn't he? Yet at the same time, was it something he wanted to rush?
He walked over to his cot and sat, looking at the container. He was about to start working for a superhero group, and there was no true guarentee that the solution would act immediately. Perhaps it would be a few days, an adjustment period, and he still had much to do before he left the hospital. Only half of his lab was packed, and he still had to dismantle the machines he'd built here.
But then, once he was the doctor responsible for the care of crime fighters, was that really a better time to be out of commission? The young man sighed and fell onto his back, holding the vial up to the light, head swimming. Too many variables, too many unknown factors, and under it all the drive to just go ahead and cure himself in an instant, like he'd been dreaming of doing since he was a child.