Built with a generous grant from one of the University's benefactors, this clinic serves both the University and the incoming students of the Institute. More severe injuries are stabilized here first, then medevaced to nearby Muir Island.
Isabel Galen wrote:"There." Isabel said, letting go of his hand "Humors all in balance?"
"Thank you, young lady," Roland said, flexing his wrists. "You do good work. I'll be sure to come back to you the NEXT time I found myself lost in some sort of mirror-dimension."
Zeryn stuck his head into the doorway, looking around until his eyes settled on Mariuset. Then, resuming his usual cool demeanor, he entered the room to walk over to where he was able to look in calm disapproval at the shackle tying her to Alex.
"Well then, someone thinks they're clever," she murmured as she felt out the mechanism. "Someone's wrong, though. There's always someone cleverer."
Once she was confident she'd removed the contacts from the explosive charge, she used her powers to disengage the latches and the manacles clicked open.
Does someone count as a pedophile when everyone on the planet is a few thousand years younger than them? Cal wondered silently, and not exactly kindly, to himself.
Haley's face darkened as she overheard her boyfriends thoughts inadvertently. "So...text me later maybe? I'm still pretty tired...think I'll go lay down or something..."
"Hey," Alex said, stopping where his girlfriend was blocking the doorway. "I..." He swallowed as irritation began to conflict with awkwardness. "So how are you holding up?"
"Where? W- oh. The robot thing. Yeah, they were... kind of taunting us with that and making us watch it," he said, shifting uncomfortably. "Sorry, I... guess I wasn't much help this time." As usual.