Log: May and Phil (and some Jack) Who; Mayday, Phillip, and Jackie When; June 9th, afternoon Where; The medlab What; May and Phil check out May's shoulder and talk about suing the pants off Normie. And then they go make Jack drive them to the store for strawberry shortcake.
May's feeling pretty sorry for herself. And pretty damn guilty, getting Jack beaten up like that. Making David Hulk-out. It isn't fair to any of them, but there it is. Her shoulder's hurting pretty bad, too, but the bruises from when Normie backhanded her and (jesus christ) pistol whipped her are gone. The gash from Godzilla is gone. But her shoulder and arm are still pretty much MIA, for the time being, which means she still has regular visits at the medlab. It's routine, and it's easy, so she's waiting for Phil instead of Hank. He's just there to make sure everything looks lined up; her body will do the rest.
So May's sitting on the table, swinging her legs a bit. There was a time set up to meet, but she's a little early.
Hank lets Phil deal with the small stuff. Since May is very nearly better, this falls into the Small Stuff category. Phil and Pete are Hank's little secretaries and assistants. Phil enters the room, sipping a soda with a straw and holding a box of fresh medical gloves. "'Sup, May." Phil knows the skeleton of the situation. Jack told him some of the whole Normie Situation. Vague, no details. Then they got busy so there was no talking about May, Normie, or Dave during that.
"The ceiling," she says dryly, giving him a wry smile. "You're not going to stick those anywhere uncomfortable, are you?" You know, the gloves. Joking is so much easier than being serious.
"I was going to blow them up like balloons. It's party time!" Congrats on being not pregnant and not ... stuck with an asshole boyfriend! Woo!
"A Hulk-beat-up-my-asshole-ex party? Sign me up for that one!" She sounds like she'd have already thrown one if it weren't such a shit situation!
"We're going to have cake and green punch. Get it?" He slurps the rest of the soda from the can. Quickly washes his hands and dons a pair of those gloves. Then he gets into the poking. He puts his hands gently on her face and looks at her scalp. "--What exactly did he do to you?" There are no marks! Did Jack lie to him about Normie hitting May? Dang!
There are no marks because she already healed up. "Hulk? He didn't---oh. Oh, Normie. Um." She's a little reluctant to complain about him hitting her. Jack got it so much worse. "He backhanded me a couple times. Cracked me over the head with the gun. Those healed up pretty fast, it's my shoulder I'm worried about. He grabbed it pretty hard."
"What a bastard." Phil keeps his cuss words for such occasions. "Ooh, right." Phil starts poking at her arm, "Tell me if this hurts." Gently moving it this way and that.
"Okay." It seems to be fine at first -- and then May tenses with a hiss, nearly shoves him away. "Son of a bitch---!"
Phil quickly puts his hands up, Don't Shoot! "My mother was a saint!" He's joking, c'mon May.
"Sorry, sorry, it just---that hurt. That hurt." May doesn't hurt easy; Normie must have done a number on her. "Sorry, I won't hurt you."
"Not on purpose!" Phil grins. He's trying to appear comfortable around her. He kind of is. He's downright worried about her. "You'll have to wear a sling for a bit longer. Hey, what's a few more... days." Weeks?
"Yeah. Few more days." May rubs her shoulder, looking a little more pathetic than she'll admit to right now. Some asshole had done something to her shoulder, because she'd been stupid enough to trust him. It's not really about her shoulder.
He rubs her good shoulder, "Besides the shoulder, you okay?" He's got a little trick up his sleeve, you know.
May pauses -- and then she shakes her head, reluctantly. "No. My stupid ex-boyfriend shot my best friend in the leg, and I couldn't stop him."
"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I told him to leave you alone about Normie. I mean... so I look stupid now too. Did Jack do the I Told You So Dance yet?" He's not completely sure Jack has one of those. Phil has one, maybe he can teach it to Jack.
"He did the Jack-like equivalent to it. I actually deserved it this time. I was so stupid." May shakes her head, sighing. "I'd love to say I won't make that mistake again, but I know that's bull. I'll count myself successful if the next boy doesn't pull a gun on people."
"The guy was emotionally disturbed. I saw his medical files. He was supposed to be taking a lot of medication and wasn't." Does.. does that help? So much for patient-doctor confidentiality.
"I'm not surprised. Dad... Dad said Normie's dad was a lot like that. Harry. They were best friends, I guess, and Dad couldn't save Harry, either. Sins of the fathers and all that." May shrugs with her good shoulder. "We're all our parents here. It's sick."
Phil laughs, "I would like to think I'm like my dad, but I'm probably not." He wants Hank's good aspects, not his bad ones. So far he doesn't think he has any of them. "Hey, at least he didn't try to kill your dad?" Is ... is that really the bright side?
"Only because Hulk-boy got to him first. I don't doubt that he would've come back, with me out of the way." But she nods. "But you do have a point. No one tried to kill my dad. ...That's a big deal, actually."
"I'd be sad if someone killed your dad. He's a fun guy." Heh. Fungi. "So, are you guys going to sue the pants offa Normie?" Phil likes money. Money money money.
"Uh, you bet your ass we are. David and I need to have a little chat about how much I can get for assault and attempted kidnapping." And then she has to find some way to thank him for effectively saving her and giving Normie the beating he deserves. She feels like kind of a slut, inviting David out on a drink less than a week after breaking up with Normie, but it's a 'thanks for smushing my ex-boyfriend' drink. Duh.
"I wonder if Normie will try and tell people the Hulk got to him-- I heard on the news he was found all beaten up but Dave wasn't around." Ominous! Phil remembers he should be poking May. So he just... pokes her. In the arm.
May looks at his hand, looks back up. Was that medically necessary? "Probably. And then I'll have to tell everyone he's crazy and got beaten up in retaliation for manhandling me."
"Oh, oh shoot, May, I can testify that he's a nutjob." Phil just wants to be a part of this. He didn't even get to see the fight! Ok, so the poke wasn't medically necessary. He's done with her but doesn't want her to go just yet.
"You saw him be Mr. Possessive Creepypants, though, and---OH. Oh, you treated my nasty-ass injuries and the ones he gave Jackie. You can be like a medical consultant!"
"Totally!" Phil appears excited and takes a seat. He also grabs a pen and paper. "I'm takin' notes." Not really, he's just going to doodle the Hulk.
"On what? Don't you already have a medical record?" She leans over, squints. "---Is that supposed to be the Hulk?"
"Yes." He looks pleased with himself. "Oh right, Pop's got those, I was going to make ... nevermind." He just likes hanging out with May and doesn't know how to tell her.
May likes Phil. She's almost even okay admitting it. She's thinking of him as an extension of Jack now, and it's hard not to touch him the way she touches Jack. "It's better than my mad art skills. ---You know what we should do?"
The Hulk has the face of a dog and a glorified stick body. "What?" Phil feels cool now. May let him in the Cool Club.
"We should make strawberry shortcake. I want some fucking strawberries." May hops off the table, beckoning for him to come with her. "But, um ... you'll need to drive." She shrugs, indicating her bad shoulder.
"--I can't drive!" He throws his hands up, dropping the pencil in the process. "But I want strawberry shortcake." Conflicted.
"You lose at life, McCoy." And then: "Let's go get Jack and make him drive."
"I do no-- OH good idea." Phil likes Jack. Don't he just.
"Come on." Like a little kid who's on some kind of mission, May leads the way to Jack's room. Slips in, sits on his bed. Kisses his cheek. "Hey, Jackie. You love me, right?"
Jack is sitting up in bed, his leg up and resting on a pillow that's underneath his knee. He's got his glasses low on his nose and he's reading his dog-eared copy of Le Morte Darthur. Elizabeth is sprawled on the half of the bed that Phil likes to occupy, on Jack's right. He blinks up at May, frowns a little. Peeks around her. He can hear Phil's heartbeat, where is he? Because that means trouble. "...What shenanigans are these?"
Phil peeks out from behind May. "Yeah, yeah, you love us." This seems a lot more ominous than it actually is.
May nods, kissing his shoulder. "You wanna drive us to the store...?"
Jack makes a face and lifts his glasses up to the top of his head so he can look at them. "What? Uh, hello." He looks down at his bandaged leg, holds up his bandaged hand, his bandaged elbow. Clearly he can't do anything. That is, of course, negating the sex he had with Phil the other night.
Phil will bring that up, don't worry. It's May, she's nobody. Well, she's somebody, and that's the point. "Hello, driving is a lot less work than the other night." This is where the audience would go WOOOOOO!
May raises an eyebrow, whistles low. "Yeah, Jack. You only need one leg to drive anyway, right? You won't have to get out of the car, we just want to go get stuff for strawberry shortcake..." Jesus, May, what are you, five?
Jack blushes brightly at Phil and demurely avoids his eyes. Yeah, right, Jackie, play coy. Suuure. Everyone here knows better. "You want me to what?" Jack frowns. "Can't you drive? I know Phil can't, but you can."
"The woman is hurt, Jack! She's hurt! We must have strawberry shortcake. Get up right now or I'll tell her the details of the other night." That's a threat, baby.
"I don't want to hear that, we should just go." May nods. "I can't drive. I'm right handed." And her right shoulder's cracked. Duh. "You can share it with us! Promise I won't eat it all."
Hnnn. Strawberry shortcake actually sounds like a good idea. Jack hesitates, makes a big deal out of hemming and hawing about it. "Oh, hell. Philip, get the crutches." Snapsnapsnap.
Phil scoffs, but is a good little bitch. He gets the crutches for Jack. To May, "We should sit in the backseat. Jack, call us Ms. Daisy."
May snorts. She definitely likes Phil now. "People will think Jack's a chauffeur." Actually, it's a really funny thought, and May offers a hand to Jack to help him up.
Jack uses May's assistance to get out of bed, and then takes the crutches from Phil. And then he kisses Phil. Briefly. Twice. "Let's blow this popsicle stand, Ms. Daisy." He glances at May. Winks at her. Look! He can be good-natured and fun! Sometimes.
"Which Ms. Daisy are you talking to?" There are TWO, thank you. "I'm the only non-gimp here. Impressive."
"Don't get used to it." May grins, sticking by Phil. Jack's on crutches and all that. "Onward!"