Healing Hands

[Cionne Davenport]

Even though her power was pretty well taking care of the lingering effects of the accident, Cionne knew it was still a good idea to go to the clinic and get looked at. There was only a dull ache in her shoulder now and her wrist was much the same. It still hurt if she breathed too deeply, however, as the rib injury had been far more severe. That one had to have been her mother's, from hitting the seat belt so hard.

The waiting room smelled of a combination between rubbing alcohol and the vomit that one of the orderlies had been cleaning up when she walked in. She gave the lady at the front desk her name. Having called ahead, they were expecting her, but per usual, there was a wait time. Her polished nails tapped the chair in time with the clicks of her pink Jimmy Choo heels. This whole thing made her anxious. She had not been to a medical care facility since the hospital. It was not exactly her safe place.

[Jason Campbell]

Someone had called to have an appointment with a doctor. Jason was not the only one around but being about the only one with an opening, he was assigned to her. Jason normally had only mutant patients as he would understand where they come from and could use his ability if need be without them freaking out about it. But for a case like this one, Jason simply had no idea who he would be dealing with. It shouldn’t surprise him so, it often was the case.

As he walked out of his office to call the next patient, he did smell the faint scent of vomit. He frowned and looked around. Not that it was particularly odd to him, he smelled far worse than that and considered he had only started his career, but he wanted to make sure it was being taken care of. Apparently, it was as he saw someone moping the floor. He had one brief nod of the head as he decided this was no longer his problem and reported his attention on the name he had.

“Cionne Davenport,” he called out. He wasn’t exactly sure he said it right but there can’t be so many Davenports in the waiting room, right? He looked up from the empty file he got aside from her name and the information she filled when coming in, trying to find said person.

[Cionne Davenport]

Cid had been zoning out, entirely in her own world, when the doctor called her name. Or, rather, tried to call her name. No one could ever say it right, which was lucky because, she cringed at anyone hearing it pronounced the right way and recognizing her. "Just say Cid," she told him, giving a small smile, "Everyone else does."

Her doctor was kind of cute. He had that rugged sort of look with big, baleful, soulful puppy dog eyes. Cid grabbed her pink Versace purse and stood up gracefully, her Jimmy Choo's clicking across the floor as she crossed to him. "Ready," she told him.

[Jason Campbell]

A young girl stood up after he called out the name and Jason understood this was Cionne Davenport. She did ask him to call her Cid something he was most likely not to do. She would remain Miss Davenport because Jason did not think he should be so familiar with patients. Especially with one so young. Jason allowed himself to study her real quick. No, he was not leering towards her, merely checking her out with a medical eye. She must be a student and Jason did wonder whether she went to Bellefonte. Even if she did, it would not help him remember her as Jason always had terrible memory for faces and names. It could be another explanation as to why he got her case however. For now, he would not mention it though.

He gave her a brief nod as she stood up and joined him, gesturing towards the open door of his office for her to walk there, Jason by her side. He waited at the door for her to get in first so he could close it behind them. As he did, he opened once again her file. It was not saying much and Jason couldn’t tell exactly what she came here for. “And what seems to be the problem?” he asked her after he closed the door and walked towards his desk.

[Cionne Davenport]

Cid followed him back to the room, fiddling with the straps on her purse nervously. She wondered if he knew about the people up at the school. The mutants. Or maybe he was even a mutant himself? The whole world looked different to her these days and she was not quite sure yet how she was supposed to react to anything.

"That's just it," she said, giving him a tiny smile, beginning to regain some of her miss popular confidence, "Hopefully, there isn't a problem," she even managed a little laugh, despite not liking her surroundings at all. "I was in a...a car accident. A few months ago. I just need a check up to make sure everything is still mending correctly. For the most part, my wrist and shoulder just ache. I think a few of my ribs are still bruised or cracked or something, though. It still hurts to take deep breaths."

[Jason Campbell]

Sometimes, Jason did wish there was some secret handshake or sign of any kind to tell mutant from normal people. But if there was, it wouldn’t take long for those anti-mutant people to find it out and use it against them. It was a shame because it would make everything so much easier if there was. Cionne, for example. He didn’t know her and since it was not the school that was sending her to him, he couldn’t tell until one revealed enough for the other to know.

She started to explain she had been in a car crash and Jason frowned as he listened to her. He believed she should be fine by now. “I don’t have your medical file but depending on how badly you were hurt, some pain might remain. I’m more concerned about the ribs however. Is it painful to breathe right now?” he asked. Jason did not have all the information without her medical record but he doubted she should feel so much pain. He could think of a few reasons for it to still hurt her but to know for sure, he would need to examine the girl. “Let’s have a look,” he said, gesturing towards the exam table. “Perhaps you can also detail what happened and the medical care you were given then?”