"Boys!" Illyana called from the medical bed toward the two handsome men several feet from her. "I am ready for ice cream now," she told them, then relaxed back into the pillow after ordering her room service. The machine the blond doctor had attached her to made some noises and inflated the band around her arm, but Illyana ignored it. What she could not ignore were the many notifications from her brother on her cellular phone. The Russian used her unincumbered arm to raise her bright-colored popsocket and charm-adorned phone to her face to start answering messages. "Bookmen is alive," she answered Troy's question while typing a message to Piotr. "But they did something," Illyana paused to find the right word in English to explain the feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Eerie? I think," But maybe that was just a lake.
Eric had listened to what Troy had said and attempted to filter out most the Troy. He was starting to piece together what course of action he should take with Illyana.
The Russian woman started to speak and text, which caused Eric to return to her side. Her vitals were normal, and she had no obvious injuries, just a few pieces of dead leaves in her long blond hair. "What's the last thing you remember before Troy found you."
"Hi, blond doctor," Illyana greeted him, then put her phone face down on the bed. "I remember," she started, trying to focus for the first time since she'd awoken. "Netflick. I was watching Tiger King," she had clear memories of Joe Exotic before she lost time. Ew.
"Okay, we can have Dominic look into the security footage," he said, but knew what probably needed to be done. Given Illyana's loss of memory and transportation to the parking lot, that meant he would be calling in a few people. Dr. Jo because a female doctor would be more appropriate for the physical examination, and also a telepath.
"Alright, Illyana. Troy's going to get you that ice cream, but I'm going to have Dr. Jo come in to help us," he explained, while he took the woman's temperature to help finish his list of vitals.
"If you need me to disrobe blond doctor, I am willing," she smiled, and her hand reached one and held Troy's forearm. "Stay Troy, I think I can make this happen."
"No, you can't," Eric corrected and then rolled away from the bed on his little stool. "Troy, get ice cream." He said and then checked his phone for any notifications from Eva. When there weren't any, he quickly asked her if she was okay, then sent it.