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.
"What?" Derek said, glancing around, his eyes fixing on Izzy. "I... oh. Sorry," he said, sitting down and trying not to fidget. "God, I hate this part..."
"They've got a team out looking for them, we're ready to deal with any injuries that come in, and she's an X-man." Isabel said, trying to sound reasonable. "Its going to be fine. I promise."
"I know," he sighed. "Just... I don't know. That's what the bad guys probably think, too. 'Oh, we have our best people out there, no way can we lose.'"
"Nah, the bad guys are too busy polishing their monologue." Isabel said "They aren't anything that the team can't handle. They might get banged up, but we can take care of that."
"Feel like I'm the most useless person in this building," he sighed. "Can't heal, can't fight, just running around picking things up for everyone that can actually do something."
"That matters too." Isabel said "Using regular medicine lets healers save our juice for the serious cases. Plus a lot of healers do better if the person is stable."