who: calle rankin, jackie foley [open to anyone else who needs healing!] what: healing. when: two days after the attack. where: make-shift medical room in one of the underground levels of xavier's. rating: pg status: incomplete/in-progress
Two days. Two whole days had passed since the attack on the mansion and so-far, Calle had spent quite a bit of them in and out of consciousness, exhausted, unable to mimic any healing abilities. It'd taken two days for things to get set-up. Calle was unable to be moved most of the time, and but was finally taken to the lower-levels of the mansion. One of the rooms had been turned into a make-shift medical center, where Calle was now lying, still fluttering in and out of consciousness.
When she woke up, she was disoriented. She tried so hard to latch on to someone who could heal, Teddy, Jackie, the like twelve other people who could heal themselves. Nothing. She couldn't latch on to anything, it was so frustrating. The damage to her face and head from hitting the ground twice was probably what the problem was - slight concussion and all, what with the fact that a metal ball had racketed into her face at a pretty decent speed, causing a break to her nose and cheekbones. Her right collarbone and shoulder were decently shattered.
All in all, she'd pretty much lost that battle. Against Magnetra's metal balls of death and destruction!
But now that things were kind of calming down, someone had been sent to retrieve Jackie. Hopefully the girl was okay enough to heal Calle - or at least enough to where Calle could find someone with a healing factor and latch on to them successfully. As for the moment, Calle was in a fitful sleep, eyes shut tightly, disturbed.