Oscar winced as Doctor Wilson slowly pulled the ichorous bandage off of his head. It smelled ripe, to say the least. Medical efforts in Chile were better directed towards the victims of the earthquakes... Though in away, Oscar himself was the victim of it too. It turns out there had been a small after-shock that had shifted the building just enough to drop a fresh piece of concrete on his head at that time. It had been happening up and down the western coast of South America, even a week or so after the main earthquake had struck. But Oscar refused to be treated, knowing that some people were worse off. So he allowed one of the medics, a man from Doctors without Borders, to clean and dress the wound, but after that it was all Oscar maintaining it and the various scratches and bruises he had accumulated. He kept the wound as clean as he could, but there was only so much he could do, considering that it was on the back of his head.<br/><br/><strong>Oh, sorry if this hurts!"</strong>Doctor Wilson said, though he could taste a little of the disgust in her voice as she pulled off the nasty bandage. After so many years of human interactions, it wasn't hard to tell what someone was thinking just by hearing the tone of her voice... If he was looking in her face, Oscar might be able to read her thoughts. Then again... He could read her thoughts, at least, if Dr. Wilson allowed it. Even then, he could force his way into her thoughts when she made contact with him in any way, but Oscar had serious ethical issues with that. What he could do without forcing anything was get a sort of sense of what she was thinking without applying words. It was just raw feeling. Some people called it Empathy, and Oscar was inclined to agree. He could literally taste the disgust inside of her, would have even if she said nothing. "Isn't a problem Doctor. You know, I might have infallible memories, but being as old as I am, I've ironically 'forgotten' pain. Not that it doesn't hurt... I can just cope better, if you know what I mean.<br/><br/>Yeah, I suppose it hurt like hell, but it's not like I was expecting a rock to drop on my head, you know? Anyways Doc, if the skin is ripped up that much, go ahead and put some needles in, otherwise I think the infection will have really run its' course. I think in a couple of weeks, it'll be nothing more than an itchy scar." He had some experience with scars, but the majority of them that had dotted Oscar's body at one time had either been swallowed by the almost cancerous, armorlike growths all over his torso, legs and arms, or had just healed up. Maybe with enough time, all scar tissue disappeared. He could recall several books worth of knowledge on the subject, but tried not to talk too much, because he knew he could literally go on forever about certain subjects.<br/><br/>Oscar didn't move as the rest of the plane bustled around and Jane Wilson applied a new bandage on his scalp, enjoying the feeling of her dainty fingers and the cool anti-bacterial ointment she was spreading on the raw skin. The major started to read his email, and Oscar listened in intently.<strong>"The General thinks we should add another member to the team. Apparently a poll shows that 12 percent of the public thinks this is an all mutant outfit, and they don't like it."</strong>He frowned... Why did people hate mutants so much? Oscar regarded his kind as just the next step in evolution... Did the Cro-Magnon man resent Homo Sapiens for being that much more damn efficient? "Sir, whether or not we're entirely a group of mutants is fact, not opinion. Why don't we just tell them that? Don't worry sir, no offense taken. I've gotten used to the hatred."<br/><br/>When Doc Wilson finished with the fresh bandage, he stood up and turned to face her, a grin on his face. She was a nice woman, almost reminded him of Femke a bit. "Thanks doc. I'll try not to bust my head open again," he quipped, then turned to read over the Major's shoulder. "Nebraska? I already don't like it," he remarked quietly. Athena said,<strong>"If I haven't already said it, you guys did good work there. We all did."</strong>He nodded dutifully to her; It wasn't as if Oscar had a choice to work with Freedom Force or not, so if he was going to get his deal cut, he might as well do his best. Oscar found a leather sofa to lounge on not far away, and sunk into the warm cushions, about ready to go to sleep... The wound had fevered him a bit, and he still didn't feel quite right, but it was nothing that he had ever let on to his teammates, or his comrades who helped him in Santiago. He might take a nap while there was still time... "Major, Sir, aside from this business of adding another member, do we have anything else coming up? I hear Port-Au-Prince is kind of nice this year, and significantly more demolished."