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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shalimar" data-source="post: 4324640" data-attributes="member: 9600">The Start of a Rotten Week:Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep.  "Five more minutes." the girl murmured, waving vaguely in the direction of the incessant beeping, and tried to roll over.  She wasn't successful, almost immediately she felt a sharp pain in her arm and on her chest as she tried to move.  That was about the time that the girl realized that the beeping wasn't at all like her alarm clock, which actually barked like a dog instead of beeping.Opening her eyes, Clover tried to sit up, but without support all she managed was to fall back down, bringing her head to bounce painfully on the bed.  "Ouch."  she admitted, as she looked around from her supine position.  Finding what she was looking for, Clover pressed the Call button to summon a nurse.  She wasn't quite sure where she was...well she knew it was a hospital, most likely because she was hurt in some fusion, but all that proved was that she wasn't a moron.  Clover wanted to know exactly where she was, and why.After a minute of pressing the annoyingly bright red button, a nurse came into the room, she was an older woman, maybe in her late fifties, old enough to have seen it all and have cleaned up after it, the type to not let anything phase her, only she looked rather nervous to Clover, though that might have been her spinning head."Can I help you with something young lady?" the nurse asked her eyes slightly wide, like she wanted to bolt."Ummm....yes, can you help me lift my bed so I can sit up?  I think I'd also like to talk to my doctor if I can...I want to know why I'm here...how badly I was hurt, cause I don't really remember nothing about it.  I remember going to the Chelsea game with some mates, I know Chelsea lost, but after that I don't really remember anything.""All right dear." the nurse said, sounding like she had decided on something.  She moved to Clover's side and elevated the top of the bed into a comfortable sitting position for the girl.  "Gave us a right proper fright, coming in here all bloody the way you did.  Thought you might have cracked your skull in that brush up with the hooligans...that’s not the sort of behavior for a proper young lady, now is it?" the nurse asks Clover as she hits a second call button and pages Doctor Cerulean."Utterly shameful that, those hooligans could have killed someone...almost did,” the woman said, looking down at Clover like it might have been her fault."I don't remember any hooligans, but I'll take your word for It." was the red-heads only answer as the nurse chattered on until the doctor arrived.  Doctor Martin Cerulean, was young, no more than twenty five, and definitely the subject of a lot of crushes around the hospital, he looked like the proper image of a movie star with black curls and eyes so blue and pale that they were almost white."Hello and good morning to you Miss Clover.  I am Doctor Cerulean; I'm the one who stitched you up last night.  Do you remember what it was that you were doing to earn such a dreadful wound?" the young doctor asked, pulling out a small torch, and shining it into first Clover's left eye, and then the right to make sure she was reacting properly to light."No, I don't.  I was at the football match and then things get fuzzy and I wake up here a few minutes ago...I don't remember a thing.  Are my...is my mum here?  Or my sister?  I think dads in Belgium at the moment.""Well, to go in order, you got hit on the head with a bottle, and you’re not remembering things are fairly normal for your condition.  The whack on the head gave you a pretty nasty concussion.  Your fine now, but you'll have to take it easy for the next few days, it was a near thing though, it’s been a whole day since you were brought in, and it’s near two in the morning the day after.""As to your family, Baron Dinorben is in the waiting room now, Lady Dinorben and your sister were here all yesterday and today, and only left a few hours ago after your dad arrived to get some sleep,” the doctor said, and then paused, clearly wanting some additional information but not really wanting to press, finally he decided to ask anyway.  "Is your sister your identical twin, or do you two just look alike?" he asked, making Clover blink.  As far as she knew concussions weren't shared between twins."Identical twin, though she is younger by a few hours, why?  I don't think twins can share concussions...can they?"  Clover asked curiously.Doctor Cerulean smiled his toothpaste commercial-brilliant smile, and shook his head.  "No, Concussions aren't shared, but with Elites I guess anything is possible.""Elites?  What’s that have to do with me?"  Clover asked, sounding confused, possibly still groggy from the concussion."I think I can explain that part, luv.  Or rather a picture is worth a thousand words so this has got to be worth a few million."  Clover's dad said from the door, still in uniform.  He takes the remote from Clover's bed and turns the Telly on to one of the gossip channels, usually puerile filth really.The screen showed Clover put herself between her friend and some guy with a chain, talking to him, and while she was doing it, a 4th person walked up behind her and cracked her a good one over the head with a bottle.  Just seeing it made Clover wince and feel the pain of the impact, but the wince was nothing compared to the shudder that followed as the girl saw herself began to float through in the middle of a whirlwind as people got tossed around like ragdolls."Is that...I guess that’s real.  I could have died...they could have all died."  Clover says tightly, as she skips the elation of finding out she had super powers and moved right into thinking it'd be easy to hurt someone without meaning to.  On the screen a commentator starts to give the details of what happened in the image, giving Clover's name, the details of her families status, her possible inheritance, and finally it settles on a picture of her and her sister at a ball, looking indistinguishable, and he wonders aloud whether or not there could be a genetic factor in Elitehood.  He introduces a scientist who says he would love to study the girls to see if their identical genes will mean they are both elites.  The scientist calls the phenomenon fascinating, and wonders aloud what it could mean to the scientific community.Clover's lip curls up in a grimace at the screen and the ideas that it was expressing, and the screen explodes in a shower of sparks and goes out.  "Ugh!" the red-head cries out in surprise.  "I guess I need to learn how to control it, I wasn't trying to do that.  I swear.  I wasn't trying to do anything,” the girl says, sounding panicky, and the temperature in the room started to drop sharply, causing the Doctor and the Colonel to shiver."Clover, calm down.  You have to focus.  Calm down, this isn't the place for all of this.  Think of the people that could be hurt if you lose control of yourself in a hospital."  James said, leaning down over his daughter, putting his hands around her upper arms.  The touch seemed to calm her, or perhaps it was the words, but in either case, the room stopped getting colder, though it didn't really warm up, either."Interesting. Clover, are you trying to keep the room cold?" asked the doctor."No, I stopped doing whatever it was I was doing, but it doesn't seem to reverse it, just stop making it worse.  Maybe it just takes time for it to go back to normal?""Fascinating... I really would like to learn more, and help you figure this out, but your father is right, if you lose control here you will put the other patients in an unbearable amount of jeopardy.  I have been told that I should dismiss you from the hospital as soon as you are not in a life threatening condition.  I am sorry about this, but your concussion only needs rest and taking it easy at this point to recover, and you can do that most safely for everyone at home." Cerulean says with a frown though he definitely isn't happy about having to kick a patient out, if she wanted to stay, but it really was safest for all."If you want, I could make some house calls to check up on you, this really isn't the way I wish to treat my patients, especially ones with head wounds.  The only other alternative would be to keep you sedated while you are here, but that isn't really safe for you." he says looking back and forth between the father and daughter."Very well, I understand that this isn't your fault.  I'll be taking my daughter home, but there is no need for home visits, my sister is a pediatrician, she can monitor Clover's health for any further problems.  She has been the twin's doctors since they were born.""I...I wouldn't mind if Doctor Cerulean wanted to do a check up since he was the one who put me back together, and head injuries seem to be his specialty."  Clover offered stammering, the doctor was terribly handsome after all, and 15 year olds were no more immune to his charms than his hospital fellows.Looking at the doctor for a moment, Clover's father turned an amused expression back to her.  "As you wish.  I'm going to go and have Carter bring the car around back so we can get you home with as little contact with the media as possible.  That’s a problem for another day, and I'm sure the hospital would love to have them out from clogging up their entrance as soon as possible.  Maybe you could have a nurse help you put those on before we go.  Less you want your bumm hanging out of the gown to give the media an even bigger story,” the baron tells his daughter with a wink before he walks out.  The pair was really close, and joked around a lot, but there were just some things Clover was not ready to hear her father say, no matter how good a sense of humor he had."Daddy," she squealed, "my butt is not big, and you best be careful, or you’re going to have a shockingly big pain in the arse one of these days." the girl said, frowning at him as he went."  The doctor wisely didn't comment on the butt of the Honorable Clover Hughes, merely helped her out of all of the electrodes and wires, and called the nurse back in to help her dress as he left to do some paper work on his Elite patient.</blockquote>

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