Well this is a lovely f***ing mess

[Felana]

"Out the door and to your left. If you puke, you clean it up yourself, or I use your hair for a mop while it's still attached to you," Steph snarled.

[Melody Martens]

Melody was looking decidedly green at this point, and trotted out the door to the bathroom, where she immediately re-experienced every drop she drank last night in reverse.

[Daniel Uriel]

Daniel, in the meantime, was very quietly pulling his uniform back on, trying to avoid much notice.

[Stephanie Kaltiera]

"Well I guess I don't have to rip your balls off yet," she said.

[Daniel Uriel]

"My future offspring will thank you," Daniel grunted, holding his head to try to stop the throbbing.

[Stan Bowen]

It was at this point, where Stan spun around the doorframe into the room.

"Keeping up the Genoshan diplomatic goodwill, I take it?"

[Stephanie Kaltiera]

"My offer stands, if you were wondering," she gave him what could best be approximated as a smirk.

"Hello, Stan," she said quietly, but warmly.

[Stan Bowen]

"Stephanie."

Stan returned the warm greeting.

[Daniel Uriel]

"It's not what it looks like," Daniel said, embarassed. "Hell, we were both too damn drunk to even keep straight who we were talking to," he added, holding a hand up in a silent request for Stan to help him to his feet.

[Stan Bowen]

Stan made no move to help Daniel.

"You must still be a little hung over, If you think I'm voluntarily initiating physical contact."

[Daniel Uriel]

Daniel rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm from Genosha, so I'm automatically trying to pull a fast one on everyone. Right," he said as he grabbed onto the couch and staggered to his feet.

[Stan Bowen]

Stan sighed.

"It's more to do with the nature of your mutant abilities, Mister Uriel."

[Daniel Uriel]

"Yes, I know, nothing I haven't heard before. We have to hoard our powers lest the 'power leech' be able to use them. Which, y'know, would be a totally bad thing in some post-apocalyptic world where we might need all the firepower we can get," Daniel said, wincing as he started pulling on his uniform, checking his shoulder wound (which had started bleeding again).

[Stan Bowen]

"How's your shoulder?" Stan asked, concerned.

[Daniel Uriel]

Daniel gave Stan a scathing look as he pulled the bandage aside, reaching a finger in to start cauterizing the parts that had torn open again. "That bitch shot it, and I field-bandaged it. How do you think it is?"

[Stan Bowen]

"Well, you hadn't mentioned it since. I guess I was wrong to assume you'd try to find better care for it here in the hideout."

[Daniel Uriel]

"I'm holding out hope that we get home before I have to," Daniel said, re-wrapping the bandage before shrugging (carefully) into his uniform.

[Stan Bowen]

"Come on, we are going to see if we can do better than that right now."

Stan got up, motioning Daniel to join him outside.

[Daniel Uriel]

Daniel hesitated, then stood up, nodding to Steph as he followed Stan out into the hall. "Would they even have anything better?" he asked, doubtfully, looking around base as he closed the door behind them.

[Stan Bowen]

"They might- this is a safehouse, I'd imagine they might have medical supplies, if not a healer.."

Stan went through the stores, looking disappointed as he found mot much better than what Daniel had already managed to acquire and treat with.

[Daniel Uriel]

"No big deal if they don't," Daniel said. "I've been shot before... I've got days before I'll really start worrying. Not like it was a gut wound or anything."

[Taliesin]

"Looking for something, Stan?" Will said from behind, using Stan's first name.

[Stan Bowen]

"Medical supplies. Something to treat Daniel's wound a bit more.."

Stan was pulling boxes down and going through them at this point.

[Daniel Uriel]

A ball of orange energy coalesced in Daniel's hand instinctively, though he dismissed it just as quickly before they turned around to see the older Will.

[Taliesin]

"Anything in particular, or just, like, aspirin?" he said, with a half smile, ignoring Daniel's powerup.

[Daniel Uriel]

"I'm good. Old-fashioned painkillers seemed to work fine," Daniel said, forcing a smile.

[Stan Bowen]

"We're way beyond Aspirin.. We need bullet wound treatment..."

Grunting, Stan turned and sat, looking at Daniel.

"You know, I don't think I ever thanked you for saving Dr. Weinrich down in the detention room that time.." He began, after a few moments.

[Daniel Uriel]

"Wasn't anything else for me to do, was there?" he asked, only a little dismissively, looking into a different box just for something to do. "Guy got the drop on her by looking like... well, actually like that guy, come to think of it," Daniel added, pointedly, jerking his head at Taleisin.

[Taliesin]

"I'm sorry, and you would be...?" he asked, trailing off, though not ENTIRELY impolitely.

[Stan Bowen]

"Well, it was still a good gesture. One we both appreciated deeply."

[Daniel Uriel]

"Wasn't a problem. Couldn't stand by and let anything happen to her," Daniel said, opening another box, though he did flush slightly at Stan's words.

[Taliesin]

"Has the bullet been removed?"

[Stan Bowen]

"Daniel?" Stan asked.

[Daniel Uriel]

"Bullet was removed, the wound was cleaned, the problematic arteries cauterized... a bit less well than I used to do, evidently, and the whole deal was bandaged," Daniel answered Stan.

[Taliesin]

"Frankly, that's about all we could do, anyway. We're not a hospital."

[Stan Bowen]

Stan nodded and sighed, figuring as much.

"Okay, then.. that leaves one more option."

[Daniel Uriel]

Daniel shook his head, looking into another box. "It's been open too long to stitch, technically."

[Stan Bowen]

"Not too long for ionic displacement, though. You could copy my abilities, and heal that way. It would be quick, clean, and a lot less painful then leaving the wound open."

[Daniel Uriel]

Daniel quirked an eyebrow. "It works that way? Half the energy-form powers I've seen keep wounds through transformations."

[Stan Bowen]

"Then you haven't seen mine. It won't be instant, but you will heal at a much quicker pace, and the wound would knit as well."