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[Someone had overdone it these past weeks. Had overdone it and once the adrenaline had faded, once he'd gone back to his suite, showered and laid down to sleep, he'd woken to a spot of trouble.

Muscles that had made up for the lack of spinal integrity were seized up, his entire lumbar region compromised in a combination of agonizing pain at the wound location and worrisome weakness below. Though Charles could navigate himself, to some extent, between bed and bathroom, a fall as a result of weakened legs, leaving to a wicked split on his temple had made up his mind for him.

He needed help.

Getting to the console in his suite had taken a combination of awkward navigation, the inability to even sit in the chair leaving him flat on the floor, though he managed to toggle the device to 'audio'. A couple of breaths, to give his voice some measure of calm before he spoke.]

Perhaps I should have anticipated this situation earlier and asked after this point before now, however I do hope I can be forgiven it slipping my mind.

Does anyone know the location of hospital facilities that may be near the Water Sector? Perhaps transport to such facilities or if there might be a medical expert who could come to my suite?

I fear that I have aggravated a pre-existing condition this past week and it is causing me a touch of inconvenience at the moment. I would be most grateful for some assistance.

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[Oddly enough, this works for her. It's easier for her to talk to people when she can't see them. Still, there's a hint of concern in her voice, too.]

Do you need help?

[She's not sure what she can do to help. Maybe just...talk to him a bit? Keep him distracted?]

I do, actually.

[He'll be honest with her.]

Though I believe someone is on their way.

[He doesn't want to say that she also sounds young, too young to be able to pick him up off the floor.]

My name is Charles, by the way, Charles Xavier.

[Honest is good. Especially since she hasn't learned to doubt people's words just yet.]

Victoria Desange. That's good that someone is on their way. You'll be okay then. Right?

It is very nice to meet you, Victoria.

And yes, I'm certain I'll be alright. [At least he was going to hope he would be alright, he'd know more when help arrived.]

Okay.

It's nice to meet you, too.

[While she does mean this, she's also repeating what people have been saying to her for the past few days. It's a learning process for her. She wants to be normal so copying others helps.

But she really does mean it.]

Have you been here very long, Victoria?

[She does sound young and despite his current state of being indisposed, the educator in Charles is concerned.]

Is there anyone from your world here with you?

A few days.

[She spent more time skulking and hiding and poking around than she did in her suite. And only a couple minutes on the network which she's still not sure of.]

No. I looked already.

I am sorry to hear that, my dear.

[This had to be a frightening place to find one's self when young and with no one you know present.

Which raised a few concerns.]

May I ask how old you are?

[He knew that as an adult, he was expected to have a job but what provisions were made for children?]

I'm eight. [She doesn't act it, does she? She's probably far too quiet and still to be eight. Shouldn't eight year olds be outside or getting into trouble?]

Eight?

[It is a rhetorical question and it is a good thing she cannot see the disapproving expression on his face. He would not have thought the turtle cruel enough to bring a child here completely alone.]

May I ask where you're staying, Victoria? Have you been given adequate housing?

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