Characters: Allison "Dazzler" Blaire Tagging: Kurt "Nightcrawler" Wagner Timeline: Present-ish Description: Dazzler is ready to talk.. OOC: Nick, make a profile for frickin' Kurt already! Sheesh!
Her leg and arm were still busted but she was moved from ICU into the out patient department. She only needed finally approval from her doctors giving her the go-ahead to go home. Her time in the hospital was nearing its end and Allison couldn't have been happier. Yet the anticipation of knowing that any day that she could be released left her on edge. Allison swung her good leg off the bed and stumbled onto her feet. Using the crutches that were leaning up against the bed she hopped forward and into the bathroom. It was a struggle to do even the simplest of tasks what annoyed her the most. But thank God for small pleasures....she was moving, she had another opportunity to live life...and that fucker hadn't broken her back. The door closed with a bump of her hip. Allison reemerged with her skin dewy and her hair surrounding her face wet from washing it. Blotting her face with a small towel, she hopped back to the bed and near flopped on it.
She was happy yes, but somewhere in the back of her mind there was something that was troubling her. Knowing that her attacker, a one James Maddrox aka Multiple Man aka her ex-best friend aka psycho-serial-killer-wannabe, was still out and about. She couldn't return to the Institute to fulfill her deal to get clean and sober, not while knowing he was there. And not while knowing no one else knew. She was ready to say something, she needed to - for a peace of mind and her own protection. That's why she contacted Kurt. He had reached out to her before and she turned him down in an unsavory manner. It made her feel like a fucking bigot the way she acted. There was always an underlying fear of being exposed as a mutant and when he just showed up out of the blue (like he was want to do) she nearly had a stroke. There was terrible pressure on her from record labels to keep it under wraps, so much so Allison had forgotten who she was and what she stood for. She had made an official police report, but without a name or a face they had nothing to go on. Nothing until now that is.