Feels Like Deja Vu

[Jason Campbell]

"Please, can you help me?"

Jason was not the kind to just ask anyone on the street for help but his options were rather limited here. He was helping a man to walk. That guy apparently couldn't understand that he had no wounds anymore that would make him limp and Jason was not exactly in the best of state to carry him around. Brain, sometimes, could really be your worst enemy.

Who would have thought accidents could happen while simply walking down the street? There might be people working there and signs telling you so, you don't expect something to just fall on your head.

How lucky was that guy that Jason happened to be near! He simply had to say he was a doctor and everyone else let him check the guy. He was not bleeding, at least not from the outside but there might be some on the inside. And, sadly for Jason, SPRITE just made it hard for him not to use his power. When he sensed that someone might need his care and he could not provide it the usual way, it tended to do it on its own. And before Jason knew it, as he examined the man, he started healing him from whatever trauma this accident caused him.

And that meant he felt a little weak now. And that man's brain had yet understood that he was completely fine and still decided he had to be all weak too. This was why, while he tried to get him up, he asked the woman who was there nearby. He didn,t pay too close attention to her, he just wanted to have them all stand while assuring people around that this man might be dizzy but seemed fine. He figured he might have to add he should go to the hospital, just to be sure, even though he was already sure it was not necessary.

TAG: Selina Taylor

[Selina Taylor]

    Selina paused and glanced down at the man who had addressed her, studying him for a brief moment before nodding and slipping her arm around the struggling man to help the… good samaritan support him. She wasn’t usually one for acts of generosity, but this would cost her little enough time and effort, besides it wasn’t like she had any other plans that she was eager to uphold.

    “Sure. You taking him home?” she asked in curiosity as she started walking in tandem with them, supporting the apparently wounded man easily enough, and taking on most of his weight… the healthier of the two seemed about ready to collapse himself. Besides, she wasn’t weak by any stretch of the imagination and the dead weight didn’t bother her. Selina absently wondered what happened, but kept quiet for now. If either of them wished to tell her they probably would, if not, hopefully the man’s home or wherever the doctor was intending to take him was close by.

    Selina almost wanted to take a second look at the one who’d asked her for help… something seemed familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She knew she’d probably end up causing the man they were helping to stumble or pause if she took the time to study the good samaritan, so she merely quieted her curiosity and the nagging feeling in the back of her head, content to merely keep pace with these two for the time being.

[Jason Campbell]

Jason understood that he had to do a bit of pretending here. He couldn’t claim to be a doctor and say he was fine. It was normal to be dizzy and weak after a blow to the head. People could take that he had nothing major, there was not blood on the pavement, but Jason couldn’t act as though he though him to be fine. If he didn’t fear he at least had a concussion, no one would believe him to be an actual doctor. Or they’ll figure he was a bad one.

The woman agreed to help. Others might try to as well, but they had firmer grip now and any more hands would only get in the way. “I’d like him to sit. He might have a concussion, I want to make sure,” he explained. Besides, he had no idea where his home was. He could check, it must be in his wallet somewhere, but he didn’t want to go through the man’s pockets and he was not really in any state to answer. Why did the brain always take so long to understand? Sure, the last signal it had was to warn it of the trauma, but it should be gone now. How long before it realised that?

The girl was pretty strong. “If we can get him some place to sit down while I examine him... and he mustn’t fall asleep right now,” he added to her. He scanned the area. He could still bring him to his car but he didn’t know if that really was the best option. If there was a restaurant nearby, maybe they can get a table? It was not ideal either but he was not seeing any bench near them. He was not suggesting going straight to the hospital. In the back of his mind, he knew he probably should, but he already knew the man would be fine. He just needed some time for his brain to chase the dizziness away and he’d realise it too. He just hoped no one would question how that was possible.

[Selina Taylor]

Selina nodded as she took a slightly better hold of the man, “Alright,” she agreed easily, looking for someplace nearby, but that wouldn’t be too close to the gathered crowd. She had a feeling that being surrounded by strangers probably wouldn’t help the victim much. Selina glanced over at Jason, “There’s a McDonald’s about a block away,” she offered, remembering a recent late night visit. “That way he’d be out of the cold,” she added, more to herself than to the doctor.

Food might also help the man stay awake if he weren’t feeling too nauseous to choke something down. Head injuries weren’t exactly beneficial for an appetite… or at least, that’s what she assumed was wrong with him as he seemed to be physically fine other than the blatant dizziness. Selina hadn’t seen the accident and she had no idea what was happening other than that a random guy who looked somewhat official was asking for help.

Selina wondered why she bothered, but she figured that this was probably to make up for her blatant disregard of a fellow mutant getting the shit beat out of him. She couldn’t take back her previous actions, but she could certainly control her current decisions. She was still wary of helping strangers regardless, as she didn’t have the drive to be compassionate towards someone merely because they happened to be in a shitty situation, but the fight she’d ignored was still fresh enough in her mind that guilt still held some sway over her behavior. Hopefully that wouldn’t last too long.

[Jason Campbell]

Jason knew this man didn’t really need a hospital. The only reason why no one had called an ambulance so far was because Jason took charge of this and the man seemed able to stand on his two feet. He would have had a concussion no doubt but Jason took care of that, even though no one could have seen it. It was not like his healing ability produced some warm light or sound or whatever little effect people loved to add to their healers in video games. Jason did not look the part to be a video game character for sure.

He had not thought of the cold however, something the young woman was the one to bring up. It was true that he tended to the man’s wound but he couldn’t do much if he was freezing. Except bring him indoor. “Good idea. Food could be good too,” Jason replied, letting her take them to the McDonald’s she said was just about a block away. It wasn’t close but the man didn’t choose the most restaurant-filled street to hurt himself. “He’s able to walk, he’s just a bit disoriented for now,” he explained. Why did he feel the need to justify to her? Probably because he didn’t want to appear as a bad doctor. He knew what he was doing.

“Thank you for your help,” he felt the need to tell her. Now, he just hoped the fast food restaurant will not try to kick them out because they feared the man would be sick in their establishment. Jason was pretty sure he would not but he could use sitting down for a moment. If not the man, Jason definitely could. He was not the best person to drag around someone. “I’ll examine him further there.” If that girl was not a mutant, explaining why he was so certain the man was fine without a proper examination would prove difficult. And these days, it was not that good of an idea to admit being mutant.

[Selina Taylor]

    “What exactly happened?” she asked in response, now curious as to why this man had ended up on her shoulder. She hadn’t really seen anything and she usually wouldn’t ask, but the doctor seemed to be forthcoming with information. Besides, talking could help the slow task of getting this man to McDonald’s go just a little faster.

    Selina then nodded to him as they made their way to the little fast-food joint. Selina felt a little awkward about accepting his thanks as she wasn’t exactly doing this out of the goodness of her heart. She didn’t really have much of a heart to begin with… so Selina merely kept silent, figuring he wouldn’t care much one way or the other. She shifted the weight on her shoulder a bit to get a better grip on the man before continuing, “Sounds like a plan,” she agreed.

    Selina was glad that the man was in good enough health to be walking. She guessed the further examination was merely formality at this point. If the injury was too serious, someone would have likely been called anyway. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the golden arches that she usually avoided with some skill. Not long now and this guy would be off of her back… almost literally. The doctor seemed interesting though… and from what she’d seen, he was kind of handsome too.

[Jason Campbell]

The question was legitimate. The answer would be a little complicated to give however. “He got hit on the head,” he simply said, figuring that saying more would simply tell the young woman that they should do a lot more than simply walk him to a restaurant to sit still and try to eat something. But Jason could not explain the man would be fine without admitting he was a mutant. If he had no shame in who he was, he also knew some people hated his kind. Even if he just saved the man’s life, some were able to consider him a monster. Still, it may be a little vague an explanation. “I assure you he’ll be fine. I really am a doctor,” he added, hoping that would be enough, at least for now.

Jason was also not the kind of person who went to such a place. Now, he sometimes ate fast-food, just like anyone else, but he was working on making some efforts with his diet. He needed to be a little more careful if he planned to live over fifty. The high level of sugar in the drinks could give the man a boost however, and the salt too if his pressure dropped. “Come on, just a little more,” he said, to the man more than the woman. She seemed to handle it even better than he did but the man was not really helping himself. Jason didn’t feel like pinching him or something to help his brain understand he was not really that wounded anymore.

“Once we get there, would you mind buying him something to drink while I examine him? With sugar, preferably, and cold. I’ll pay you back, of course,” he asked, thinking he shouldn’t leave the man if he really want to look like a good doctor. Sometimes, admitting he was a mutant who could healed with a simple touch seemed so much easier than all this. But he also didn’t want a line at his front door of people wanting him to heal them.