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[this is for all of your "yelling at Julian Keller for getting stabbed with a machete by a twelve year old girl" threads]

[aka he is in Bruce's hobo shack with like medical equipment and stuff hanging off him and really wants to be elsewhere. And that's before anyone else comes and yells at him!]

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It's fine.

You need to tell Magneto ... not to fix her machete.

Are you saying that you have sufficient medication or that you're fine no matter what you've been given?

...I'll speak with him.

Any more I'll pass out. I won't do that. Not yet.

You will need to get rest eventually, though.

*glancing around the shack with a somewhat critical eye*

Are you planning on staying here?

I didn't plan on it. Banner did.

*...........definitely giving the hobo shack the side-eye*

What was his reasoning for that?

He can keep an eye on me?

[he shrugs and then winces]

He can keep an eye on you somewhere more comfortable than this. Where would you prefer to be?

I don't care. There isn't a place here that isn't bad.

Would you prefer to be back in your cabin or somewhere less... active?

Who'd have me? Face it, Prof, we aren't people of the month.

We would get you set up somewhere. I can look into other spaces. At the very least, Leto and I do have extra room, although I suspect that you'd prefer to remain even here over that. But you don't have to be here.

I don't know who that is.

[shakes his head]

No. If I'm not here, I go back to my cabin. Someone has to keep them ... from being shut-ins.

*with just that slight hint of split-focus that an observant person experienced with telepaths might notice as Charles having a conversation with someone else in his head*

What all in here is yours, or will you be needing?

I don't have anything here. Why?

So we don't leave anything behind. Which pain medication did he give you? I'm guessing there was probably an anti-biotic, too, and we'll want some bandages as well.

What? I don't - I don't remember. I wasn't really ... paying attention.

*picking up and putting down various bottles, perusing the labels*

Hmm... no... probably not... no... oh, this looks- yes.

*a Japanese guy in a suit walks in*

Good evening, Dr. Xavier.

Who are you?

*writing a note to leave on Dr. Banner's desk/workbench/whatever he has*

Good evening, Tatsumi-san. Julian, he'll just be giving us some assistance with transportation, since walking across camp with your injury would be decidedly imprudent.

Are you ready?

Where are we going?

[and then he winces and guards around his injury like a winner.]

*calmly -- neither gentle nor grim, but certainly not flippant*

You said that if you were not here, you would be going back to your cabin. If that's where you need to be, then we can help you to get there.

[if Charles is listening there's a lot of panicked thinking right now but basically it boils down to a conflict between "duty to my cabinmates to make sure they're all okay" and "jfc i am so tired and need a break and i hurt"]

I don't -- just give me a minute.