Panic Station (Kalli)

[Jesse Adams]

The only thing Jesse was addicted to (though he was loathe to admit it) was nicotine. Cold medicine, not so much, though he was sure there was such a thing. Though the idea of being locked in the infirmary without any kind of relief from the pressing need to smoke... that was making him even more anxious. His teeth clicked down on his lip ring and he cast her a wary glare. “Do I at least get smoke breaks?” He didn’t give a damn if she disapproved or not, or even if smoking would just kill his throat even more. It was a stress relief, and one he was finding himself more and more in need of. Between Vincent’s actions and being forced into the infirmary, he was nearing a breaking point.

“I’d rather be in class than trapped in here.” With you, he thought to himself, not caring if she was a telepath or not. It still wasn’t so much Nik that bothered him, but rather her job. She seemed nice enough, and had been gentle. But he still wasn’t about to roll over and trust her.

With his back still against the wall, he met her sympathy with a sullen look. His mental shields were up and running as strong as he could make them. In his state, there were certainly holes, but it was better than nothing. “Fine. Where?” He’d barter to be left alone later. Now he thought about it, he might not want anything from his dorm, but he needed something from his dormmate. Namely, for him to feed his rabbit. He hadn’t thought about that until now, too busy worrying about his own skin. It didn’t help that his head was starting to pound with a rising headache.

[Dr. Nik Kenjutsushi]

The sullen look Jesse shot the doctor was met with not an expression of disapproval (though smoking was indeed bad for one's health), but merely a quirked eyebrow and a slight shrug. "You'll have to be escorted by Walter, Keiron or myself so I can be sure you won't run off, but what you do to your body is up to you," she replied. "Once you take your medicine, we'll go out for a bit."

Provided she didn't have any more patients, of course.

Nik was not a telepath, so the mental shielding and internal thoughts didn't even reach her, let alone phase the albino woman. Granted, neither would have bothered her anyway - she was used to being mistrusted, not only for her occupation but for the color of her skin, her gender, and her metahuman status as well. It was amazing how much people could hate someone when they were only trying to help, really. Since she'd already addressed the fact that the blonde wasn't getting what he wanted, there was no point in agitating him further on the subject. At least he'd resigned himself to staying here.

Nodding her head to the door right next to him, the pale woman led the memory manipulator inside and allowed him to settle of his own accord. "I'll be here until around six," she added while leaving. "After that, if you need anything, one of the nurses can help you. I'll make sure they know why you're here, too."

Flashing a brief smile, Nakia tried to add just a little more light into the situation for him. "Don't worry - once your medicine gets here, you can basically sleep this off. Tomorrow will be here before you know it. Come on out and talk to me if there's anything you need."