"Drugs? Nah. Never touch the stuff. This is just one hundred percent pure, unadulterated Wade, baby. Deadpool I mean. Ahem. Sorry, had a tickle in my throat." Deadpool stripped off his weapons and finally his shirt so Hank could give him the ol' once over. Wade's torso was scarred and marred by what looked like years of misuse and abuse. Scars dotted his flesh and between those scars, sores and callouses ruled supreme; Remnants of his time with Weapon X. "So Doc, do you need me to turn my head and cough?" He asked with a snicker.
Once Hank gave him a gold star, Wade climbed off the table. "Thanks Doc! Sometimes the ol' healing factor doesn't kick in. It's a bit moody so ya gotta ghetto rig it with a coat hanger and some tin foil." The merc left his top on the table and moved to the fridge. He was rather hungry after that fight. He began rummaging around inside. "Twinkies! Score!" Wade grabbed a few of the nuclear proof snacks and a juice box and shut the door with his hip. He peeled the cellophane off and took a bite. "So you guys want that info?" With his free hand he pulled out a duck-shaped post-it note and set it on a table next to Ororo.
Deadpool moved over to Kitty's bedside as well, his lips smacking with each bite. "If she's so bad," He popped the top off his juice box and took a swig, "Why don't you just give her some of Wolvie's blood? Flush it out like a bad burrito."