<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqucnxZ.png)</div><hr/><strong>Character Name/Alias:</strong>Gabriel Summers / Vulcan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The New Xavier's School For the Gifted, New York City, Sub-basement Hallway - Medical Room<br/><strong>Current Action(s):</strong>In Recovery / Following Doctor<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Dr. Cecilia Reyes<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As Pictured<br/><hr/><br/>Vulcan's pace was slow, measured and careful and even that taxed him beyond the current levels of his endurance as he needed to stop and take multiple breaks on their way back to the medical bay. He saying she would get him some food put him a bit more at ease though it didn't quite explain where they were. He'd get the answers eventually, no point in pushing things. Besides he hurt way to much to argue as it was. Her question caused him to pause once more. He hadn't really thought about it all that much, as thinking hurt he hadn't thought about a great deal all that much to be fair.<br/><br/>Shaking his head,"<strong>I remember my name, Gabriel Summers and something about a Vulcan. I'm not sure to be honest Doctor. There are small snippets, like brief flashes of things that seem real yet it is disjointed and impossible to keep in focus for long. Was I in an accident or something?</strong>" he asked offhanded in his curiosity as they finally stepped back into the medial room once more. Taking a seat on the bed, he breathed out a sign of relief. Glad to have his own weight no longer fighting against him. He looked at the doctor once more, unsure what one of the visions was. One of those briefest of flashes of the man that he was, like a video loop with no context he was able to recall. "<strong>In one of my dreams, there were people standing beside me and we were fighting. It is mostly hazy and the people are unclear but, I was doing...things.</strong>" he paused, struggling to try and find better words for it. Not even sure how to describe what he saw in that singular moments that he was able to recall. "<strong>Even broken as it is, it still seemed to clear to be a dream, but yet what happened inside of it could be nothing but one.</strong>"<br/><br/>He leaned back finally, pulling his bare feet up onto the bed itself as he laid back down completely. Gabriel didn't notice any of the Doctors hesitation or even that she might not have trusted him as he presented himself as his attention was pulled in multiple directions between the pain and his fragmented psyche. Taking another deep breath, he sneered as he closed his eyes. "<strong>I'm sure I should know more about myself. I just can't remember.  Is that why I'm hear? Is that something you are going to be able to help me with</strong>?" The realization of so much of his life was missing was a sobering fact. While he wasn't a doctor, he knew enough inherently to also realize that what was lost might not ever be able to be regained. He might never know who he was.<br/><br/><br/>