Post by ruth on Oct 27, 2014 1:28:21 GMT
January was among the most depressing months of the year, in Ruth’s opinion. The novelty of snow and winter had worn off sometime around the New Year’s and instead it had become more of a nuisance than anything else. All that was left was to muddle through the remaining months of winter and wait for the thaw to set in. At least the end of the winter holidays meant the children would back in school and less likely to get themselves into the sorts of trouble that typically landed them in Ruth’s clinic.
“Do I really have to stay, Dr. Anderson?” Holly, a young runaway mutant who had wandered into her clinic with a rather nasty gash on her forearm, asked as she trailed after Ruth. “I’d rather go back to the clinic. I like it there.”
“I’m afraid I can’t take you in, Holly,” Ruth answered as they reached the door. She turned and crouched down to Holly’s height. “Professor Xavier is going to locate your family and inform them that you’re safe and sound. Then they’ll decide whether or not you stay here or go home.”
“I don’t wanna go home! Mom and Dad fight all the time. You and Mr. Anderson are so nice...”
“We’ll visit often, alright?” Ruth smiled at her. “This is where you belong, Holly—or at least it will be, if you let it. The Professor will help you control your powers so you aren’t constantly creating dozens of replicas and copies every time you sneeze.”
The little girl made a face as she thought about it and sighed. “Oh, alright. You promise you visit?”
“As often as we can,” Ruth promised. “Now, go wash up; it’s almost time for dinner and most of the students have come back for the spring term. You can’t miss such a wonderful opportunity to make friends, now can you?”
“I guess not,” the girl agreed before wrapping her arms around Ruth. “Thanks for everything, Dr. Anderson,” she added before running off.
Ruth smiled and stood up, heading out into the crisp January air. Holly wasn’t the first mutant Ruth had taken to the school, and she probably wouldn’t be the last; apparently word traveled fast in the mutant community that Westchester was the place to go if one was a mutant in need of help.
She got into her car and started the engine, pulling around the circle drive in order to make her way back out to the road. The drive from Xavier’s school to town was hardly twenty minutes, though reaching her home lengthened the drive to just over half an hour. With snow-covered streets, the drive took closer to forty-five minutes, much to Ruth’s consternation. Pulling up to her house and putting the car into park, Ruth breathed a sigh of relief. She’d driven trucks through war-torn Warsaw as a teenager and hadn’t batted an eyelash, but snow-covered New York roads? She was just happy she didn’t live in New York City.
When she got out of the car, Ruth felt as though she were being watched. She looked around to see if she saw anyone before slowly grabbing her purse and reaching for her gun.
“Do I really have to stay, Dr. Anderson?” Holly, a young runaway mutant who had wandered into her clinic with a rather nasty gash on her forearm, asked as she trailed after Ruth. “I’d rather go back to the clinic. I like it there.”
“I’m afraid I can’t take you in, Holly,” Ruth answered as they reached the door. She turned and crouched down to Holly’s height. “Professor Xavier is going to locate your family and inform them that you’re safe and sound. Then they’ll decide whether or not you stay here or go home.”
“I don’t wanna go home! Mom and Dad fight all the time. You and Mr. Anderson are so nice...”
“We’ll visit often, alright?” Ruth smiled at her. “This is where you belong, Holly—or at least it will be, if you let it. The Professor will help you control your powers so you aren’t constantly creating dozens of replicas and copies every time you sneeze.”
The little girl made a face as she thought about it and sighed. “Oh, alright. You promise you visit?”
“As often as we can,” Ruth promised. “Now, go wash up; it’s almost time for dinner and most of the students have come back for the spring term. You can’t miss such a wonderful opportunity to make friends, now can you?”
“I guess not,” the girl agreed before wrapping her arms around Ruth. “Thanks for everything, Dr. Anderson,” she added before running off.
Ruth smiled and stood up, heading out into the crisp January air. Holly wasn’t the first mutant Ruth had taken to the school, and she probably wouldn’t be the last; apparently word traveled fast in the mutant community that Westchester was the place to go if one was a mutant in need of help.
She got into her car and started the engine, pulling around the circle drive in order to make her way back out to the road. The drive from Xavier’s school to town was hardly twenty minutes, though reaching her home lengthened the drive to just over half an hour. With snow-covered streets, the drive took closer to forty-five minutes, much to Ruth’s consternation. Pulling up to her house and putting the car into park, Ruth breathed a sigh of relief. She’d driven trucks through war-torn Warsaw as a teenager and hadn’t batted an eyelash, but snow-covered New York roads? She was just happy she didn’t live in New York City.
When she got out of the car, Ruth felt as though she were being watched. She looked around to see if she saw anyone before slowly grabbing her purse and reaching for her gun.
