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Healing up (Dolemeck, Ilya, and Monet)
"Maybe if I was not so much of an arse, things would not be this bad." Dolemeck thought to himself. He was resting in the medical facility of the school, still. Elixir healed up all the wounds that could have been fatal, and moved to other students during the attack on the mansion. This meant that the non-fatal wounds needed time to heal properly, and the hard headed Englishmen needed to take it easy and rest.
In a way, he was still beating himself up for sleeping in the library and holding himself back from his attacks. But that is not what made him feel like an arse. What made him feel like an arse was the fact Ilya had left soon after the attack. He was back in SHIELD custody, and he was alone, again.
Instead of pushing himself, as he normally did. Dolemeck followed the orders for rest. The most he did was work on his paper for the "ethical use of mutant powers" on a laptop, and that was it. It was all he could do to quell the pain in his heart, and the depression that threatened to swallow him whole.
For now, he just waited for the inevitable. He awaited a meeting with his mentor on what happened with the attack on the mansion, and what happened between him and Ilya. In the meantime, he toyed with the bandages that covered half his face. Just seeming to be lost in thought.
In a way, he was still beating himself up for sleeping in the library and holding himself back from his attacks. But that is not what made him feel like an arse. What made him feel like an arse was the fact Ilya had left soon after the attack. He was back in SHIELD custody, and he was alone, again.
Instead of pushing himself, as he normally did. Dolemeck followed the orders for rest. The most he did was work on his paper for the "ethical use of mutant powers" on a laptop, and that was it. It was all he could do to quell the pain in his heart, and the depression that threatened to swallow him whole.
For now, he just waited for the inevitable. He awaited a meeting with his mentor on what happened with the attack on the mansion, and what happened between him and Ilya. In the meantime, he toyed with the bandages that covered half his face. Just seeming to be lost in thought.