<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>Confused<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jubilee<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As Pictured<br/><hr/><br/>Was just laying there sprawled out on the hospital bed, his legs hanging off the sides as labored pained breaths escaped from him when the door seemed to burst open. It made him jump and sit up suddenly, as his arm wrapped around his body to clutch his ribs. His mind might have felt scrambled and he was out of it but he could tell that she was panicked.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't know where she went, last she said she went to find someone who was telepathic, named Betsy or something. So if you know where she is, then that is where she is."</strong>His voice had a bit of a wobble behind it from that exhaustion and pain, but he nodded as she moved in. Pushing himself up to his feet once more, it was as if the floor was sharp glass or at least needle points as his knees nearly buckled. His earlier small jaunt had taken far more out of him that he had realized. He was thankful for her assistance as she helped him limp over to the wheel chair, practically collapsing.<br/><br/><strong>"Thanks."</strong>His eyes lingered for a bit upon the dainty cute Asian woman behind him as he thanked her in that same pained voice, head tipped back as he looked up at her. Looking forward, his hand undid the break for the wheels as he gripped hold of the wheels.<strong>"You can drive it, if you want...or I'll try to keep up."</strong>If he was being honest, even likely pushing those wheels probably would have taxed him in his current state but he wasn't about to further impose upon her as the look in her eyes had said something happened and he didn't want to slow her down.