Her head faced away from my view, but I could see the strap of a gag running behind her head. A blindfold of some variety appeared to cover her eyes.I...felt the growing sense that a rather high level of panic would be in order for this occasion and put up another useless fight against the ropes. Then, I finally remembered something that I had read in one of those comic book stories. I started to rock the chair back and forth, to throw it on the ground. Maybe (yeah, but just maybe), the chair. "At 5 foot even, the eighteen-year-old hadn't grown an inch since junior high and a raging metabolism meant that no matter how much he ate, Duncan couldn't put on any weight either. His scrawny figure, along with his prescription glasses, gave him the appearance of a textbook highschool nerd (minus any acne attacks, luckily,) and his love of science and science fiction completed the package, making him sure that a bit of confidence wasn't going to be enough to sell a girl on going to the. .. Jackass."Shrugging at his half-assed attempt to help her, Scott started making a funny face as he suddenly sneezed, nearly losing his visor from the recoil. "Ugh... 'Sniff' excuse me." Looking up he stared at a gasping Emma as she pointed a clawed finger at him. "What?" Blue hair, you have blue hair... And it looks hawt."*Wheeling himself into the infirmary and wearing a hazmat suit in advance, Professor Xavier's motorized wheel chair led him past all the beds filled with coughing, sneezing. If only there was some way to get the phone away from his father’s hip, then the day could go on without worry. The elevator doors opened and everyone spilled out onto the first floor. Sarah instinctively went for the back of the wheelchair to push it, but Pete jerked forward, and she paused as if just remembering his new wheelchair was motorized. An abundance of people stood about or sat thoughtfully in the Hospital’s front lobby. Some wore makeshift bandages over arms and legs. Dark blood.