WHO: Marina and Kitty Pryde WHAT: A random meeting WHEN: Tuesday WHERE: Near the clinic WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Marina was feeling more useless than she usually did here. She'd gone to the clinic to help when the coma patients had fallen ill, but there hadn't been anything she was able to do. Probably because they weren't actually sick. It appeared to have been something else entirely. And now that they were waking up and feeling the affects of the coma, she wanted to help too. But again, she couldn't find a way to do it.
She wanted to help...but maybe there was a tiny bit of her that was afraid to help. Afraid that she'd fail, like she had with Sarah and with Eight. There had been once she'd had the confidence to believe that she could heal anything, but that was a long time ago, and she'd taken some hard hits since then.
She'd gotten up this morning with the intention of going to the clinic, but as she drew closer her pace slowed. She was scared. She didn't know if she was wanted, and a big part of her wanted to just return to the safety of the apartment she shared with Sam.
But she knew she shouldn't do that.
She took a deep breath and managed a few steps, then stopped and turned around, only to almost run into a young woman she didn't know.