the hospital wasn't as terrifying

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe nodded; she'd seen several people recover from her ability more or less. Devyn recovered so often that Zoe was almost surprised that her girlfriend hadn't built up some kind of resistance to the stuff. Perhaps it didn't quite work that way? Maybe people needed some chemical help to actually get over it? Zoe wondered as she watched Dr. Campbell drawing his blood. At least, Zoe started to watch it, only to quickly avert her gaze when she realized that the doctor was, in fact, drawing his own blood into the syringe. She had to fight back a shudder, not quite believing that someone would willingly do that.

Dr. Campell's words drew Zoe back to looking at him, if cautiously, one eye peeking to look up at his face. Already moving, and she couldn't help but sigh in relief at that. he looked a little stiff, but clearly he'd be just fine in a matter of moments. Plus, his reasoning, yet again, sounded quite sound. Zoe nodded, accepting it all and relaxing. She even scooted to the edge of the table, testing her balance, noting that while she still felt a little light headed, she could probably still move about without too much trouble.

Tests, keep her informed, and Zoe was nodding again, scooting further still, her feet touching the floor gently. Any other questions? Again, another health question rose to Zoe's mind, but she shook her head, fidgeting nervously and looking at a spot on the ground several feet to the side of Dr. Campbell. "Um, no, not really," she mumbled, shuffling about. "Am I okay to go then?" She seemed to recall him mentioning that earlier, but she figured it would be safest to doublecheck, what with there being the whole his being paralyzed and, well, Zoe just liked to doublecheck things.

[Jason Campbell]

For a moment, Jason forgot how Zoe didn’t like the sight of blood. He had been so focused on doing the procedure he forgot about it. He realized as she turned her head away. He had a sheepish smile showing up but now there was little he could do. Besides, she turned her head away so he assumed it would be fine. He did feel a tad sorry he made her see that without thinking she might was to look away or something. Well, it was over now.

As he waited for his arm to regain any sensation, he tried to think to the several tests he would have to conduct. He wanted to isolate whatever caused the paralysis. Because otherwise he would have to keep calling her back in to paralyze him over and over to see whether it worked or not. Not something he wished to put a young girl through. Not to add that he wasn’t certain how many failed attempts she could take before telling him to give up and feeling terrible at her fate. No, he had to preserve her in some way. He hoped he would have all the required equipment. Somehow, he doubted asking the Academy for some extra help would be a good idea. If he was sure they would back up any tests to help the life of mutants to be easier, experimenting on a teenage girl was clearly not something they would accept so easily. But she was 18 as she stated, so technically she could do any tests she wanted. Still, Jason was with the Academy. He didn’t want to end up being the mad scientist doing crazy experiments and actually making people’s life worse or almost killing them.

He nodded to her as she said there was nothing. It might not be the truth or perhaps it was just her nerves acting up. Just in case, he scribbled down his cell phone number behind one of his card. “Should you ever need anything or have more questions,” he said as he gave it to her.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe kept watching Dr. Campbell, just in case. He'd gathered blood, tissues, saliva, even sampled it himself. Short of putting Zoe through some kind of strange system or whatever, she supposed there wasn't much else that could be done. Dr. Campbell produced a number, which Zoe took and stared. She couldn't help but drag her own phone out of her pocket, quickly typing the number in, nodding at his assertion.

Zoe fully got to her feet then, swaying for only a moment. She still felt a little out of it, but she was fairly certain she could make it out of there. She offered a smile up at Dr. Campbell, extending a hand, "Thank you," she said, before realizing that maybe she shouldn't go for that, and withdrew the hand, working her fingers against the palm of her gloved hand. Instead, Zoe edged toward the door, waiting for only a moment before skittering out of the room. She did have other things to do, she supposed...