Post by Warren Worthington on Jul 4, 2010 14:24:22 GMT -5
“Good Mr. Worthington Good. Within a few hours the virus should be completely eradicated. You will feel like a new man.”
"Thank you, Doctor." Warren offered with a grand attempt at a smile, though it was a near grimace as the warmth and the pain spread through his body. He was an X-Man though, a hero borne for things greater than what was surely mild discomfort when compared to the woes of the greater populace beyond these four walls. The Angel forced himself to fight through the pain, after all to do less would be to disrespect this kind physician's endeavors to help him. He opened his mouth, the beginnings of a question forming, too late perhaps, "What was that you gave me anyway? Almost feels like my body is under attack." He released a breath and grinned, shaking off the pain and looking over at the good Doctor. He figured that this was all in response to the illness he'd contracted, "That virus must be insidious, as you said."
“I would suggest that you rest as little as possible."
"Really?" the Angel asked incredulously. He was beginning to feel as if he should sleep. Like his body needed that rest to better combat what was going on now inside it. It appeared, however, that the prescription was otherwise.
"I know that sounds strange from a Doctor but physical activity in this case will do you a world of good. Adrenaline will aid the serum in combating the virus though I do warn you that you may experience slightly increased aggressive tendencies.”
"Aggressive? I'm sure I can handle it, Doctor." Warren replied, thinking that he was surely the master of his own will. He'd had to become that, to be the hero he'd long needed to be. Besides the pain he was feeling, the side effects couldn't become much worse could they? Surely not. If so, the Doctor would have warned him, allowed him to make an educated choice in his own care. Before he reached for his shirt, Worthington reached for his check book and asked, "May I use your pen, Doctor?" Writing out the check, Warren signed the three million dollar instrument over to the man beside him, "Its not much, I know. But perhaps it will aide you in ways I cannot." His plan was to establish a trust for the Clinic, but those steps couldn't be undertaken until after the weekend. "Normally, I'd contact my bank, have them wire you the funds. If you have any difficulty in cashing that, simply ask them to contact me."
Warren opened his wallet and placed one of his cards, this one containing his home and business contact information, "Feel free to contact me, if you need anything as well." The Angel reached for his shirt, thinking that his body was already feeling sore, achy. He figured it was due to the illness, never suspecting that it was the serum already at work already beginning the process of remapping his body on the cellular level. He accepted the book, as it was returned to him by the Doctor with a polite nod of his chin. The leather harness was still on the floor of the exam room, forgotten by a mutant who was already mentally adapting to the drugs in his system. Worthington moved to the door, pausing before the now open door, hesitating, an almost worried expression on his handsome face, "Do you have a private entrance? I...I'd rather not leave the way I came in....I don't know why." He'd never been one for paranoia, Warren didn't know were the irrational fear had arisen from, he only knew that he couldn't face the crowd in the lobby right now.
Once shown, the Angel used the private exit, "Thanks again, Doctor. Perhaps we will see each other again soon." Not realizing as he took to the air that a flash drive was tucked inside the pages of the book in his hand, one that would acquire a great number of secrets from the next stop on his journey of change, his home in Westchester, Xavier's Institute.
"Thank you, Doctor." Warren offered with a grand attempt at a smile, though it was a near grimace as the warmth and the pain spread through his body. He was an X-Man though, a hero borne for things greater than what was surely mild discomfort when compared to the woes of the greater populace beyond these four walls. The Angel forced himself to fight through the pain, after all to do less would be to disrespect this kind physician's endeavors to help him. He opened his mouth, the beginnings of a question forming, too late perhaps, "What was that you gave me anyway? Almost feels like my body is under attack." He released a breath and grinned, shaking off the pain and looking over at the good Doctor. He figured that this was all in response to the illness he'd contracted, "That virus must be insidious, as you said."
“I would suggest that you rest as little as possible."
"Really?" the Angel asked incredulously. He was beginning to feel as if he should sleep. Like his body needed that rest to better combat what was going on now inside it. It appeared, however, that the prescription was otherwise.
"I know that sounds strange from a Doctor but physical activity in this case will do you a world of good. Adrenaline will aid the serum in combating the virus though I do warn you that you may experience slightly increased aggressive tendencies.”
"Aggressive? I'm sure I can handle it, Doctor." Warren replied, thinking that he was surely the master of his own will. He'd had to become that, to be the hero he'd long needed to be. Besides the pain he was feeling, the side effects couldn't become much worse could they? Surely not. If so, the Doctor would have warned him, allowed him to make an educated choice in his own care. Before he reached for his shirt, Worthington reached for his check book and asked, "May I use your pen, Doctor?" Writing out the check, Warren signed the three million dollar instrument over to the man beside him, "Its not much, I know. But perhaps it will aide you in ways I cannot." His plan was to establish a trust for the Clinic, but those steps couldn't be undertaken until after the weekend. "Normally, I'd contact my bank, have them wire you the funds. If you have any difficulty in cashing that, simply ask them to contact me."
Warren opened his wallet and placed one of his cards, this one containing his home and business contact information, "Feel free to contact me, if you need anything as well." The Angel reached for his shirt, thinking that his body was already feeling sore, achy. He figured it was due to the illness, never suspecting that it was the serum already at work already beginning the process of remapping his body on the cellular level. He accepted the book, as it was returned to him by the Doctor with a polite nod of his chin. The leather harness was still on the floor of the exam room, forgotten by a mutant who was already mentally adapting to the drugs in his system. Worthington moved to the door, pausing before the now open door, hesitating, an almost worried expression on his handsome face, "Do you have a private entrance? I...I'd rather not leave the way I came in....I don't know why." He'd never been one for paranoia, Warren didn't know were the irrational fear had arisen from, he only knew that he couldn't face the crowd in the lobby right now.
Once shown, the Angel used the private exit, "Thanks again, Doctor. Perhaps we will see each other again soon." Not realizing as he took to the air that a flash drive was tucked inside the pages of the book in his hand, one that would acquire a great number of secrets from the next stop on his journey of change, his home in Westchester, Xavier's Institute.
