Thank you, again, Faiza.
Who: Nate, Faiza and Clarice What: heals! When: Before the Pelannor! Where: Hospital Status: complete Rating: PG-13 for flirting
Nate was gritting his teeth and tired, and very glad Neena had thought of calling Faiza. He was determined to do something really huge for Faiza. Not sure what yet, but something huge. She deserved to be treated with a lot of respect and a lot of gratitude, and he was determined to do both.
He lay in his hospital bed, waiting for her, and would call his dad afterward. For now, he just rested.
Clarice portaled Faiza in. She looked like she had been getting ready for a date, and she gave Nate an amused look. "You're lucky Illyana doesn't spank you."
Faiza laughed, and came over to check on him. "It's all right, duck. You can finish getting ready for your date, I can get another ride home."
"Are you sure?" Clarice tilted her head, worriedly.
"Positive."
Nate perked up. “Spanking? Wait... After I’m healed, that would be fine.” He winked at Clarice, grinning. “But, thank you, very much, Clarice. I owe you a great deal, Sometime soon, I am going to have to do something awesome for you.”
Then he grinned at Faiza. “Hi Doc. Sorry to be so much trouble. I really appreciate it.”
"I'll let Illyana hold the paddle," Clarice said, smirking. "She'd really get into it."
With a flash, she was gone.
Faiza blushed deeply. "Right then. Okay, lets move this blanket and get a look see. How are you feeling?"
“Promises, promises.” Nate laughed as Clarice vanished. And as he turned his head to Faiza, he smiled.. “I’m okay. Tired. Just mostly aching right now. The pain meds are fading. “ Okay, so it really hurt in actuality, but he was being brave.
She nodded her head and got a look at his leg. She clucked her tongue. “Oh my. That was a close one. Another inch and it would have hit the femoral. You’re a lucky lad.”
Nate nodded. “I have been lucky a lot in my life. I know it very much.” He could easily have been hit in the head in that barrage. He tried not to think about it.
She pulled his leg apart. “Stitch work is a little lackluster. Obviously it wasn’t Dr. McCoy..that man’s hands...” She chuckled. “I can repair the damage easily enough.”
Nate watched, fascinated. “Awesome. Thank you, Faiza. Someday, when you are doing this, can I watch in your mind? I like seeing how things work. Even friends.” He offered her a warm smile.
“Sure, I don’t mind. I don’t even know how this really works.” She winked at him as she rebuilt the destruction the bullet had caused.
Nate watched, and was curious, grinning. “Can you just fix things, or can you change things, too? I mean, it’s awesome as it is, but I was just curious.”
“I’ve never tried. There’s a certain limit to my powers. I can rebuild, but I need something there to work with.” She gave him an amused look.
He hmmed. “Intriguing. Can you rearrange? Like, if someone was fat, could you slim them down, or use the extra to make other things?” His mind was racing around. “Sorry.”
She blinked, and tilted her head. “Well, I did rearrange Emma’s implants to look more natural?”
“So it is possible.” Hm. “Cool!” He smiled at her. “You’re pretty awesome!”
“Well, I’m hardly awesome.” She closed his leg up. “Okay, try and walk on it, duck?”
“I think you are.” He rose and stepped out of bed, no modesty there. Sorry, Faiza. He really has none. And he stood and moved a little and groaned in relief. “You did it!” Here, have a hug from the naked guy!
She rubbed her hand over her eyes, her other hand flailing as he hugged her. Her entire face went red. “You’re quite welcome! Glad to see you’re up and about!”
Nate smiled at her and bounced, then headed for the closet where his clothing was. Here have another view! The sudden relief from pain was welcome, and he sat down to dress in front of her. “Thank you. You are freaking cool!”
"And you have no shame," she scolded, lightly, giving him a cheerful smile. "How are things going with you, besides the bullet."
Nate blinked, then sighed. “Sorry?” He was, if he had embarrassed her. “Middling. Mom was shattered, then put back together, I was shot, I’m close to ten years older than I was a couple of weeks ago, and my powers are growing. It’s being a rough few weeks.”
“Well, buck up, young man.” She ruffled his hair. “You’re handling it nicely and your parents need you as much as you need them. Stiff upper lip, and all that.”
Nate smiled at her and returned the favor, ruffling hers. “Thanks. I do my best.” He grinned as he stood again, then sat down. “Feels great!”
“I’ll bet you’re ready to get out of here,” she replied, fixing her headscarf with a smile.
“So much! I need to call the parents and then i am out of here.” He smiled and hugged her again. “Thank you, again, Faiza.”
She kissed his cheek. “You’re welcome. Any time, duck.”