Simon and Julio, today 18/03/2016
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om_mainJulio heads down to the labs for a check up with Simon
Warning: more references to Julio's torture and resulting injuries
Julio didn't get lost on his way to the med labs which might have been an achievement had they not been the first .place he'd seen of this school.
He knocked on the main door and waited. He'd been told he needed a physical after his stay with 'The Right' and that this Simon could speak Spanish. That was a blessing at least, Roberto was kind and helpful but having to talk through someone else lost it's appeal quickly.
He shoved his hands into the pockets of the borrowed jeans he was wearing and waited.
Simon glanced up from his computer, seeing the boy at the glass doors and nodded, pushing up to greet him. "Come in," he told him, swinging one of the doors wide. "You are Julio?"
"Yes. Simon, right? I was told I needed to come see you." He stepped inside and looked around, when he'd last been there he'd only just been rescue and hadn't had the time or desire to look around too much. "Did they tell you where I have been? "
Simon nodded, and led him toward an exam table. "Si. A little bit. It does not matter to me. My touch will tell me everything about your health."
"Your touch? So you are a mutant also? I was not sure." Though clearly not a fully trained doctor, he could have been some sort of trainee and, well, it wasn't the first thing you thought of when someone told you to go for a check up. He needed to get used to the whole 'mutant school' thing.
"I used to go to school here. Now I am training to be a doctor," Simon agreed with a nod, motioning for him to hop up on the table. "I just need to touch your arm."
"All these mutations are amazing. I did not even know what I was until I got here," Since arriving he'd been brought up to speed on mutants and their happenings over the time he'd missed. "They used lots of names for me at, at that place you see so when they said mutant I didn't know if it was just another insult."
As he spoke, he'd gotten sat down and positioned himself so that Simon could touch his arm.
"Do you speak any English, Julio?" Simon asked, switching gears as he quickly washed his hands.
Slowly, Julio answered "Some." but had to switch to explain "I only learned a little back in Mexico, I learned more from hearing the people who had me but not enough."
"That's okay," Simon told him as he dried his hands and came closer. "We have several Spanish speakers here, although I would wager my accent is odd. I learned from someone from Spain, rather than Mexico."
"No odder than the Brazilian and German boys." Julio managed a smirk as he said that.
Simon nodded slightly. He'd give Julio that much. "This won't take long," he warned, before reaching out to place his hand on the boy's arm. He wasn't sure he appreciated the fact that every time he touched someone that had been abused (and God, there were so many) or had suffered a hard life at the hands of others, it got a little bit easier to bear. It shouldn't. It should never be easy to look at abuse and grow numb to it, or used to it. It still made his blood run cold, but Simon no longer felt like throwing up every time he pieced together all that had been done to the children that showed up at Xavier's.
He certainly appreciated the Professor and his generosity a lot more for it, though.
Julio was a case study in abuse. In torture, really. Years of broken bones and scarring, malnourishment and tooth decay. It was clear that he'd been restrained in awkward positions for long periods of time, judging by bone growth and alignment, and he'd no doubt have issues later in life if he didn't get help soon. Faiza had healed what there was to heal, but therapy, diet, and vitamin supplements were going to have to treat the rest.
As he took his hand away a minute later, he practiced a small smile. "See? Easy enough. Not even a needle."
"I do not like them anyway." He never used to have an issue with them. There were a lot of things he'd never had an issue with before he'd been taken by The Right though. "You look serious. You did not like what you saw, did you?" The smile didn't fool him, it looked too rehearsed.
"In this job, I rarely do," Simon answered with a small shrug. "But I think Dr. MacTaggart can help you."
"The woman with the strange accent? I cannot really understand her in any language. " Her accent was just too impossible for him.
Simon couldn't help it. Professionalism only went so far, and Julio's frustration wasn't unique to the student body. He laughed, scrubbing at the back of his neck and nodding. "But I will translate for you."
"Thank you, Julio managed a smile again for a moment before asking more seriously "Do I want to know what you saw when you touched me or is ignorance bliss?
Simon's laughter subsided, and he watched Julio for a moment before shaking his head. "Let's put some distance between things that have happened. If you still want to know later, you can come to me."
"I feel better than I have in a long time, if that helps? " Maybe it was strange that he was finding himself reassuring others about what he'd gone through but Julio found it easier than facing it himself.
"A good first step. If there is anything else I can do, please tell me," Simon told him as he turned back to the nearby screen.
"Thank you but I would not know what to ask for. " He hopped down from the bench assuming himself dismissed.
Glancing up, Simon eyed him curiously. "What do you mean?"
Julio shrugged "Food, shelter, clothes. What else is there?
Jesus, what a condemnation of Julio's life up until this point. Simon tried not to look shocked at the statement, but inwardly, he was rattled. "Mucho," he told the younger man. "You will see."
Julio nodded and told him in careful English "I am in room with Benjamin if you want me." 'Benjamin' pronounced with the j sounding more like a h, he couldn't quite adjust to the different sound for the same letter just yet.
"Gracias," Simon told him, offering what he hoped was a smile of support.
"Muchos gracias, Simon."
Warning: more references to Julio's torture and resulting injuries
Julio didn't get lost on his way to the med labs which might have been an achievement had they not been the first .place he'd seen of this school.
He knocked on the main door and waited. He'd been told he needed a physical after his stay with 'The Right' and that this Simon could speak Spanish. That was a blessing at least, Roberto was kind and helpful but having to talk through someone else lost it's appeal quickly.
He shoved his hands into the pockets of the borrowed jeans he was wearing and waited.
Simon glanced up from his computer, seeing the boy at the glass doors and nodded, pushing up to greet him. "Come in," he told him, swinging one of the doors wide. "You are Julio?"
"Yes. Simon, right? I was told I needed to come see you." He stepped inside and looked around, when he'd last been there he'd only just been rescue and hadn't had the time or desire to look around too much. "Did they tell you where I have been? "
Simon nodded, and led him toward an exam table. "Si. A little bit. It does not matter to me. My touch will tell me everything about your health."
"Your touch? So you are a mutant also? I was not sure." Though clearly not a fully trained doctor, he could have been some sort of trainee and, well, it wasn't the first thing you thought of when someone told you to go for a check up. He needed to get used to the whole 'mutant school' thing.
"I used to go to school here. Now I am training to be a doctor," Simon agreed with a nod, motioning for him to hop up on the table. "I just need to touch your arm."
"All these mutations are amazing. I did not even know what I was until I got here," Since arriving he'd been brought up to speed on mutants and their happenings over the time he'd missed. "They used lots of names for me at, at that place you see so when they said mutant I didn't know if it was just another insult."
As he spoke, he'd gotten sat down and positioned himself so that Simon could touch his arm.
"Do you speak any English, Julio?" Simon asked, switching gears as he quickly washed his hands.
Slowly, Julio answered "Some." but had to switch to explain "I only learned a little back in Mexico, I learned more from hearing the people who had me but not enough."
"That's okay," Simon told him as he dried his hands and came closer. "We have several Spanish speakers here, although I would wager my accent is odd. I learned from someone from Spain, rather than Mexico."
"No odder than the Brazilian and German boys." Julio managed a smirk as he said that.
Simon nodded slightly. He'd give Julio that much. "This won't take long," he warned, before reaching out to place his hand on the boy's arm. He wasn't sure he appreciated the fact that every time he touched someone that had been abused (and God, there were so many) or had suffered a hard life at the hands of others, it got a little bit easier to bear. It shouldn't. It should never be easy to look at abuse and grow numb to it, or used to it. It still made his blood run cold, but Simon no longer felt like throwing up every time he pieced together all that had been done to the children that showed up at Xavier's.
He certainly appreciated the Professor and his generosity a lot more for it, though.
Julio was a case study in abuse. In torture, really. Years of broken bones and scarring, malnourishment and tooth decay. It was clear that he'd been restrained in awkward positions for long periods of time, judging by bone growth and alignment, and he'd no doubt have issues later in life if he didn't get help soon. Faiza had healed what there was to heal, but therapy, diet, and vitamin supplements were going to have to treat the rest.
As he took his hand away a minute later, he practiced a small smile. "See? Easy enough. Not even a needle."
"I do not like them anyway." He never used to have an issue with them. There were a lot of things he'd never had an issue with before he'd been taken by The Right though. "You look serious. You did not like what you saw, did you?" The smile didn't fool him, it looked too rehearsed.
"In this job, I rarely do," Simon answered with a small shrug. "But I think Dr. MacTaggart can help you."
"The woman with the strange accent? I cannot really understand her in any language. " Her accent was just too impossible for him.
Simon couldn't help it. Professionalism only went so far, and Julio's frustration wasn't unique to the student body. He laughed, scrubbing at the back of his neck and nodding. "But I will translate for you."
"Thank you, Julio managed a smile again for a moment before asking more seriously "Do I want to know what you saw when you touched me or is ignorance bliss?
Simon's laughter subsided, and he watched Julio for a moment before shaking his head. "Let's put some distance between things that have happened. If you still want to know later, you can come to me."
"I feel better than I have in a long time, if that helps? " Maybe it was strange that he was finding himself reassuring others about what he'd gone through but Julio found it easier than facing it himself.
"A good first step. If there is anything else I can do, please tell me," Simon told him as he turned back to the nearby screen.
"Thank you but I would not know what to ask for. " He hopped down from the bench assuming himself dismissed.
Glancing up, Simon eyed him curiously. "What do you mean?"
Julio shrugged "Food, shelter, clothes. What else is there?
Jesus, what a condemnation of Julio's life up until this point. Simon tried not to look shocked at the statement, but inwardly, he was rattled. "Mucho," he told the younger man. "You will see."
Julio nodded and told him in careful English "I am in room with Benjamin if you want me." 'Benjamin' pronounced with the j sounding more like a h, he couldn't quite adjust to the different sound for the same letter just yet.
"Gracias," Simon told him, offering what he hoped was a smile of support.
"Muchos gracias, Simon."
