<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>Resting<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Dr. Cecilia Reyes<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As Pictured<br/><hr/><br/>Took a deep breath and leaned back as he would just wait. Something about the Doctors tone or her expression was curious, or at least she seemed a bit on guard around him. His head still hurt, was it before or after he had mentioned that dream that she got that way? He couldn't recall at the moment. Though watching her leave, had he also heard her correctly. Telepaths? She hadn't said it with the faintest trace that she was kidding around either. Was his dream perhaps less of a dream and more of a fragmented memory? The things he had seen himself doing, could they have been real? A part of him inwardly laughed at the notion, but another part already knew it to be true.<br/><br/>He wasn't about to test anything though, he could hurt himself or someone if whatever off chance that it was actually real. Was there someone that had answers? Why was he here in this strange place and not a hospital? All things in due time though. He deeply regretted not asking her something for the pain before she left though at least perhaps she would bring food back with her.<br/><br/>All he could do was sit there and wait.<br/><br/>The energy spike that happened outside from the unleashed magic, his keen senses inadvertently picked up on and would only cause his head to hurt even more as his right eye ignited into a dazzling brilliance, his vision blurring and then a blinding painful white light covered them as he thought he heard someone screaming. His vision coming back, his hands gripping the sides of the bed, white knuckled before he went limp completely laying on the bed. Panting in hard breaths, he just lay there staring up at the ceiling and wondering what the hell just happened.<br/><br/>The scream he had heard had been his own. The damage that had been done to him in his last fight hardly healed and the strain ripped at not just his body but his psyche.