But the last thing I want is, To drag you down here with me

[makes_asteroids]

Who: makes_asteroids and anyone the ICU nurses will let in (until he's in step-down anyway)
When: 4/20-4/25
Where: Skye Medical ICU until 4/23 and step-down 4/23-4/25
Summary: After math of a suicide attempt - surely some people are going to want to yell/cry/slap/glare/demand answers
Warnings: Some talk of suicide, nothing graphic. Family drama.
OOC: ICU

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4/22 After sirens

[thelittlestbub]

Jubilee ghosted down the hall, keeping her head down and ignoring the nurses. She slid a doctor's lab coat on - it was Mags' but she was sure that he'd understand - and grabbed a clipboard. No one stopped her.

She slipped into the ICU and opened Magneto's door. She pulled the blinds, just like a doctor or nurse would. Then, she slid up to the side of the bed and touched his shoulder. "Mags." She whispered. Jubilee was out stealing. She'd only stopped here because powers were back to normal and he would want to know that. A small PAF hovered over her shoulder, offering the only illumination outside of the machines monitoring him.

Re: 4/22 After sirens

[makes_asteroids]

He looked up. In some ways, he looked worse than he had before. It wasn't something he was willing to talk about, the stubborn set of his jaw explained that.

When he eyed the paf, he tapped the bracelets together, shivering as his powers, HIS powers kicked back on. Almost immediately, the monitors changed. His heart rate lowered and evened, his blood pressure dropped, his breathing slowed. Instead of reading what one would except for a badly inured old man, they were those of an extremely in shape athlete. Even his frame seemed to fill out, bulkier and more well built. He closed his eyes and blinked them open, focusing.

"There's a radio frequency missing. SERO?" His voice was soft, curious.

[thelittlestbub]

She grinned. There was the Mags she knew. She hooked a stool with a foot and dragged it over so they could talk softly.

"I don't know. SERO claims they fixed something." She shrugged. "All I know is that everything is back. My powers have calmed down. Had to come see if yours were back." She pulled the bag off her shoulder and dug through it. First came out his own pajamas, his robe, his cape, and with a soft ting... the helmet. "Brought you a few things from home that I thought would make your stay a bit more comfortable."

That? That's a shit eating grin.

[makes_asteroids]

"I'll do without the shirt. Not worth annoying the broken bones." The bracelets lifted off and landed silently in the bag. The pyjama pants seemed to liquefy and flow, running up his legs and solidifying into pants again. The cape similar flowed, latching over his left shoulder and he pulled the hospital grown away. The helmet lifted and landed in his lab, partly covered by the cape. Unstable molecules bonded with metal threads meant he never actually needed his hands to dress. Inside the room, the faint, sharp smell of ozone picked up faintly.

"I'll be home in a few days, at most. But thank you." It was no longer an option otherwise. Even still, the helmet and the cape broke a wave of relief over him, almost as much as having his powers back.

[thelittlestbub]

She stuffed the shirt back into the pack. She smirked. "Feel better now?" She couldn't help but be smug about this. She knew how much those things meant to him.

After all, she had a flannel shirt on underneath her uniform.

"You're still not coming home until they say you can, but I thought you'd feel better having a few things from home." Jubilee rearranged things in her bag.

[makes_asteroids]

"Better yes." Safer. More so with his POWERS back.

He held up his hand and crackled electricity around his fingers, it jumping over the splints, almost dancing. "I'll be home sooner, now." Mutants were hardier than humans, and it wasn't that they all had a 'healing factor' - but a fifty year old Mutant in the prime of health, combat scars aside, healed much faster than an eighty year old human.

"Household back to normal?"

[thelittlestbub]

She grinned and her own powers crackled around her fingers as well. Honestly, on the electricity side of things, their powers weren't all that different. It was everything else where Mags had her beat.

"For the most part. Franklin is starting to question why he doesn't have his powers, and I don't have an answer for him." She shrugged. "I think a few people are still staying, but other than that, everything seems to have calmed down." She reached over and touched his shoulders. "Take it slow anyhow, Michael. No need to rush anything."

[makes_asteroids]

They weren't that different at all, and he reached out to tug on her paf with one of his threads of electricity, carefully but curiously.

"Tell him they just take time to come back on, like how if we pull a muscle it needs time to heal." That was about the only way he knew to explain the 'burn out' factor among Mutants.

"I'm not rushing. I'll be fine, especially now, and you well know it. There's not a thing they can do here that we can't do at home." And he'd be less hostile at home.

[thelittlestbub]

Goosebumps rose on her skin and Jubilee's paf exploded softly. "What did you do?" She didn't like people messing with her powers. At all.

"I think it'll be worth more coming from you. I'm older, but there are things I don't know and he knows it." She shrugged. She didn't mind being ignorant of some things.

"I know, but there's nothing wrong with taking an extra day or three to let them keep an eye on you." Jubilee shook her head. "Consider it a vacation." She smirked.

[makes_asteroids]

"Something probably safer done in the Danger Room." He sparked his own hand up, mindful of the splints. "Crossed the currents. Think you could hit mine?"

Despite the rightness that he felt, his powers were charging - surging - though him after being dead for a week. It was a little uncomfortable, pins and needles all over. "Tell him to ask when he comes to visit."

"This? Is not a vacation. A vacation is a beach, with sunbaked sand, a drink that mirrors the sunset, and the air so heavy with the scent of flowers you can taste it."

[thelittlestbub]

Jubilee eyed it. "Not until we're back in the Danger Room. The last thing we need to do is like create fission in a hospital or whatever." She knew how they could get. If Magneto was anything like her? Yeah, something would get blown up. Not in a cool way either.

"I'll tell him."

She grinned at him. "Ah, the beach. A wonderful place to be. I even have a bikini that needs a good workout. The problem? This is as close as you're going to get for a while." A gentle poke to the shoulder. "Because you're not trying anything like this again. Understand?"

[makes_asteroids]

"I haven't accidentally created fission in fifty years." There was a calm to that. Because he was still a little stunned over what he had accidentally DONE. And he did mean fifty years - his retaliation in Vinnytsya had been shift, violent, and instinctive. And not something he wanted to repeat. He'd learned a very important lesson in the weeks after Anya's death, in controlling the worse of his temper.

He gave her a measured look. She acted like this was the first time. As far as she probably knew, it was. He couldn't imagine Charles sharing his ravings about having nothing left to do but die. "I'll be all right Jubilee. Really."

[thelittlestbub]

"Yeah, but I can't say that. I've gotten into more trouble with my powers than I'd care to admit." Jubilee said dryly. She knew how volatile her powers got. Especially when she was not fully up on emotional control.

She rolled her eyes at his look. "I know you will." Jubilee shrugged. "That doesn't mean you should push so hard. I've got the house under control, Raul Creed sends his best wishes, there's nothing life threatening going on, no one's destroyed anything, powers have gone back to normal, I ended up with a naked guy in my lap, I might be breaking up with Light - don't ask - and everything's pretty much status quo." She took a deep breath. "So use this time. Use it to get better. You have the chance, and someone you can trust to hold onto things until you're completely better."

[makes_asteroids]

"So have I. This," his hand, which he left die out, "and computers don't mix well."

"Naked guy? Francis?" That amused him, very much. Not that he didn't understand.

He didn't really know how to explain that he didn't think there was a 'completely better'. There wasn't enough time in the world. Never had been a chance really. "Tell him thank you for me. I...I can't not push Jubilee. I just can't."

[thelittlestbub]

"Yeah. He and I were up on the roof last night." She shrugged. "It was pretty funny." She grinned.

She watched him for a second. "I know. I'm just asking for you to take as easy as you can." She leaned her elbow on the bed, bracing her chin on her hand. "I know this is gonna sound stupid, but this is our chance to maybe take it easy. We have our problems sure, but they aren't ending the world, or hunting us." She smiled a bit. "Yet." That she could admit. "Maybe we should take advantage of it... and heal."

Jubilee wasn't talking physically, either.

[makes_asteroids]

"Was he a cat first?"

For a moment, his stomach knotted. 'Heal'. He'd heard that before. With Magda and Anya, at the hospital in Haifa...each time had ended in violence and bloodshed. He wasn't sure relaxing was a good idea, and he wasn't sure he could heal. "It's something to think about."