Simon and Shaun, Backdated to August 11th
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om_mainSimon shows Shaun around the infirmary shortly before Shaun starts working there.
Simon had gone over all of the regular infirmary procedures, given Shaun a USB drive of information to study, and had led him through each of the exam rooms, the lobby, and the main medical bay. Moira's office was off to one side, and there was a lab in the back where Simon usually worked when there were no patients. They had state of the art diagnostic equipment as well - CT, MRI, and all the properly coded shielding required, but it was rarely used, thanks to Simon's ability. Usually, only if Moira needed the imagery for her files, or if, for some reason, Simon couldn't touch them. There were patient rooms in the back as well, and even a padded cell where Remus usually had to spend full moons. The entire lab was digital, with pull out touchscreens near every station and tablets for recording information on the fly.
The last place Simon introduced him to was the pharmacy - a locked and secure room with thick walls of lead that kept all prescription drugs and medical needs. The precautions were more than were generally used in another facility, but with teenagers that could phase, teleport, and bodily break through doors, it was needed. Not that Moira thought that anyone at the school might have a drug problem. Frankly, she turned a blind eye to the use of pot on campus, but there was always the risk of someone developing an addiction to something stronger.
Simon logged out of the prescription system on the touchscreen computer on the wall and flashed Shaun a smile. "It's all very high-tech, really."
"No kidding," Shaun said, clearly impressed. He was down here fairly often, but only to go straight to Moira's office; he rarely looked around. He was just realizing just how rich Xavier must be, to have all of this set up. Maybe they had other donors too, but still. "It's amazing. Most hospitals aren't this nice." He was glad he didn't have to wear gloves around the school anymore- it would have made the touch screens tedious.
He leaned against the counter and gave Simon a quick smile in return. "You've worked here from the beginning, haven't you?"
"Yes," Simon answered, securing the screen back into the wall with a light touch. "I was pre-med and Moira agreed to let me continue my studies online and down here to have more on-hand experience. It's also allowed me to stretch my ability. Though I think it was also a little selfish on her part. I require less maintenance than other diagnostic equipment."
One might not know he was teasing but for the slight glimmer in his eyes as he looked back at Shaun.
Shaun had raised an eyebrow until he caught Simon's glance, then smirked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I bet."
He almost hopped up on the counter, but thought better of it- for once, he actually cared about the sort of impression he gave. He wanted this internship to work out, and pissing off the dude that had been working here forever probably wasn't the best way to do that.
"So, your mutation- you can see basically see everything in a person's body? Not like x-ray, but what they're sick with and everything, right?" He should know this by now, he'd lived here long enough, but it was hard to keep track sometimes.
"That's generally how it works, yes," Simon agreed. "I don't see so much as receive the information through some kind of sixth sense. But I've been able to hone it down to the genetic level. I can now tell if someone is a mutant or not by touch."
"Damn." That was handy. Maybe it could be used to help figure out a way to screen for mutants- there were so many kids here that had lived on the streets for a while because of his mutation. Any way to keep that from happening was good, in his books.
"You planning on living here?"
Simon gave a nod. "I'm enrolled in Yale's medical program over in New Haven. Moira's made arrangements so that I can live and intern here and do some of my work online and through video lecture."
"Oh, nice. I'm doing something similar, actually. I'm doing a independent study with one of her associates while I dig into my mutation while I work here. I'm going to be taking EMT basic classes too, though only part time for the first semester."
He gave a grin and leaned his weight on to one elbow. "So you should let me know now if you don't want me bugging you for help when I inevitably don't understand something." His tone was joking. Mostly.
Simon laughed softly, ducking his head briefly. "Yeah well, I had to deal with Foley for a year and a half. You're a breath of fresh air. Please, feel free to ask me anything you want. We could definitely use someone around here who has medical training."
"Thanks, I appreciate it," he said, his voice sincere, because Simon didn't have to do that.
"Do you know what your focus will be in medical school yet?" He didn't know the specifics about how medical school worked, but he knew at least that they had to specialize in something.
Simon lowered himself onto a nearby stool with a small huff of air. "Before all of this started, I wanted to go into neurology and neurosurgery. But now that I know about my powers, I ended up flailing. On the one hand, so much is open to me, being one of the first mutant doctors, but on the other hand, the decision's been made a lot more complicated by my power, the existence of things like Josh's power and mutant regeneration abilities, and by the study of mutant genetics itself. It was a hard choice.
Should I have look into molecular biology and genetics to continue mapping mutant DNA? Did I try to get a degree in pathology in hopes of heading off any disease that might make a home in mutant systems? In the end, I decided to study emergency medicine to compliment my power."
Shaun’s eyebrows went up and let out a puff of air, rubbing the back of his neck. “Shit, man,” he said, and chuckled a little. “Yeah, I see what you mean. Don’t envy you, either, having to make that decision.” Especially since that always left the opportunity of feeling like you’d made the wrong choice, ten years down the line when it was too late to do anything about it.
He leaned up from the counter, and pushed his hands into his pockets. “All I have to worry about is making sure someone doesn’t die long enough to get them to the real doctors.”
"That's sometimes the most important skill," Simon smiled. "And neither you or I can instantly heal a broken rib or a severed artery. I admire the fact that you're going to school for medical training anyway."
“Thank you, it’s nice of you to say.” He happened to catch sight of the clock on the wall and frowned- he was supposed to pick Jensen up from work so they could do a little dorm room shopping together soon. “Shit, I’ve gotta run, but, hey, it was nice to meet you.” He offered his hand to shake Simon’s. “I can honestly say I’m looking forward to working with you, Tam.”
Simon had gone over all of the regular infirmary procedures, given Shaun a USB drive of information to study, and had led him through each of the exam rooms, the lobby, and the main medical bay. Moira's office was off to one side, and there was a lab in the back where Simon usually worked when there were no patients. They had state of the art diagnostic equipment as well - CT, MRI, and all the properly coded shielding required, but it was rarely used, thanks to Simon's ability. Usually, only if Moira needed the imagery for her files, or if, for some reason, Simon couldn't touch them. There were patient rooms in the back as well, and even a padded cell where Remus usually had to spend full moons. The entire lab was digital, with pull out touchscreens near every station and tablets for recording information on the fly.
The last place Simon introduced him to was the pharmacy - a locked and secure room with thick walls of lead that kept all prescription drugs and medical needs. The precautions were more than were generally used in another facility, but with teenagers that could phase, teleport, and bodily break through doors, it was needed. Not that Moira thought that anyone at the school might have a drug problem. Frankly, she turned a blind eye to the use of pot on campus, but there was always the risk of someone developing an addiction to something stronger.
Simon logged out of the prescription system on the touchscreen computer on the wall and flashed Shaun a smile. "It's all very high-tech, really."
"No kidding," Shaun said, clearly impressed. He was down here fairly often, but only to go straight to Moira's office; he rarely looked around. He was just realizing just how rich Xavier must be, to have all of this set up. Maybe they had other donors too, but still. "It's amazing. Most hospitals aren't this nice." He was glad he didn't have to wear gloves around the school anymore- it would have made the touch screens tedious.
He leaned against the counter and gave Simon a quick smile in return. "You've worked here from the beginning, haven't you?"
"Yes," Simon answered, securing the screen back into the wall with a light touch. "I was pre-med and Moira agreed to let me continue my studies online and down here to have more on-hand experience. It's also allowed me to stretch my ability. Though I think it was also a little selfish on her part. I require less maintenance than other diagnostic equipment."
One might not know he was teasing but for the slight glimmer in his eyes as he looked back at Shaun.
Shaun had raised an eyebrow until he caught Simon's glance, then smirked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I bet."
He almost hopped up on the counter, but thought better of it- for once, he actually cared about the sort of impression he gave. He wanted this internship to work out, and pissing off the dude that had been working here forever probably wasn't the best way to do that.
"So, your mutation- you can see basically see everything in a person's body? Not like x-ray, but what they're sick with and everything, right?" He should know this by now, he'd lived here long enough, but it was hard to keep track sometimes.
"That's generally how it works, yes," Simon agreed. "I don't see so much as receive the information through some kind of sixth sense. But I've been able to hone it down to the genetic level. I can now tell if someone is a mutant or not by touch."
"Damn." That was handy. Maybe it could be used to help figure out a way to screen for mutants- there were so many kids here that had lived on the streets for a while because of his mutation. Any way to keep that from happening was good, in his books.
"You planning on living here?"
Simon gave a nod. "I'm enrolled in Yale's medical program over in New Haven. Moira's made arrangements so that I can live and intern here and do some of my work online and through video lecture."
"Oh, nice. I'm doing something similar, actually. I'm doing a independent study with one of her associates while I dig into my mutation while I work here. I'm going to be taking EMT basic classes too, though only part time for the first semester."
He gave a grin and leaned his weight on to one elbow. "So you should let me know now if you don't want me bugging you for help when I inevitably don't understand something." His tone was joking. Mostly.
Simon laughed softly, ducking his head briefly. "Yeah well, I had to deal with Foley for a year and a half. You're a breath of fresh air. Please, feel free to ask me anything you want. We could definitely use someone around here who has medical training."
"Thanks, I appreciate it," he said, his voice sincere, because Simon didn't have to do that.
"Do you know what your focus will be in medical school yet?" He didn't know the specifics about how medical school worked, but he knew at least that they had to specialize in something.
Simon lowered himself onto a nearby stool with a small huff of air. "Before all of this started, I wanted to go into neurology and neurosurgery. But now that I know about my powers, I ended up flailing. On the one hand, so much is open to me, being one of the first mutant doctors, but on the other hand, the decision's been made a lot more complicated by my power, the existence of things like Josh's power and mutant regeneration abilities, and by the study of mutant genetics itself. It was a hard choice.
Should I have look into molecular biology and genetics to continue mapping mutant DNA? Did I try to get a degree in pathology in hopes of heading off any disease that might make a home in mutant systems? In the end, I decided to study emergency medicine to compliment my power."
Shaun’s eyebrows went up and let out a puff of air, rubbing the back of his neck. “Shit, man,” he said, and chuckled a little. “Yeah, I see what you mean. Don’t envy you, either, having to make that decision.” Especially since that always left the opportunity of feeling like you’d made the wrong choice, ten years down the line when it was too late to do anything about it.
He leaned up from the counter, and pushed his hands into his pockets. “All I have to worry about is making sure someone doesn’t die long enough to get them to the real doctors.”
"That's sometimes the most important skill," Simon smiled. "And neither you or I can instantly heal a broken rib or a severed artery. I admire the fact that you're going to school for medical training anyway."
“Thank you, it’s nice of you to say.” He happened to catch sight of the clock on the wall and frowned- he was supposed to pick Jensen up from work so they could do a little dorm room shopping together soon. “Shit, I’ve gotta run, but, hey, it was nice to meet you.” He offered his hand to shake Simon’s. “I can honestly say I’m looking forward to working with you, Tam.”
