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Five Years Gone
Date: Spring 2012 Characters: Jamie Madrox, Mohinder Suresh… 
1st-Oct-2007 11:12 pm
Date: Spring 2012
Characters: Jamie Madrox, Mohinder Suresh
Summary: Jamie has a run-in with the good doctor.
Warning(s): Questionable medical ethics
Status: Complete
Private-ish

The cold of the metal table was seeping through the thin scrubs they'd made him change into, chilling him to the bone. Hands knotted together in his lap, he twisted his ring absently, gray eyes scanning the bright, impossibly clean room. Nerves had led him to scrub his skin nearly raw, the skin angry and fading pink from the scalding water he'd used.

Never signed up for lab rat, he thought with a tinge of irony and also of hysteria, the cold of the room worming its way into his veins. Scare tactics from a man and woman long gone floated into his thoughts, not helping to calm him any. Neither did his silent mantra.

They're just copies. Not people. Not me. They don't matter. They're just copies. Not--

Jamie started as the door to the lab opened.
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2nd-Oct-2007 03:37 am (UTC)
Mohinder pushed his glasses up higher on his nose as he came into the room, a clipboard in his hand and every inch the researcher in his pristine white laboratory coat. "Mr Madrox, thank you for coming, I do appreciate it. I know you're nervous, you must be, but it's all right. Standard operating procedure today," he said conversationally as he closed the door behind him, the electronic lock sliding into place. He looked over Jamie's chart and the results of the last rounds of testing, flipping through the papers perfunctorily. Sometimes, the ethics of this bothered him, when he let himself think about it. But this was something else he didn't think about if he could help it. If he could find the serum, he could save lives. This was for the greater good. Mohinder just had to keep telling himself that. "So how have you been; well?"
2nd-Oct-2007 03:42 am (UTC)
"Fine," Jamie replied shortly, eyes darting to the door, the sound of the lock clicking making his heart stop start for a moment.

Twisting his ring, the action an ingrained nervous habit by this point, he turned his gaze back to Dr. Suresh, sitting up a little straighter.

"Standard operating procedure," he repeated. "Meaning what exactly?"
2nd-Oct-2007 03:48 am (UTC)
Mohinder smiled a little, trying to be reassuring. He didn't like it when subjects were this upset. "We'll be testing on one of your duplicates today. I know it's unpleasant for you, but this is the option that does the least amount of harm. Really, you're contributing vastly to medical science, I know that's cold comfort, but this is crucial work," he explained gently, marking a few things down on the chart before going over to one of the workbenches, checking over the prepared syringes and the labelled bottles of serum, making sure everything was in perfect order.
2nd-Oct-2007 03:51 am (UTC)
The other man had a nice voice. It almost shaded the true content of his words. Jamie nodded, wiping the palms of his hands on his scrubs, looking over at the syringes and biting his lip.

"You want me to do it now then?"
2nd-Oct-2007 03:56 am (UTC)
Mohinder shook his head, picking up a stethoscope and looping it around his neck. "Let me take some quick vitals, if you please?" It wasn't really an option, both of them knew that, but Mohinder liked to make it sound like Jamie had choices.

He came over to Jamie and gently took his wrist, checking the pace against the ticking of his own watch with a concerned frown. "Don't be nervous," he said, his voice as soothing as he knew how to make it. "It'll be all right."
2nd-Oct-2007 04:00 am (UTC)
Jamie nodded because he knew it was what he was supposed to do, taking a deep breath and trying to let it out slowly. Think of England, like Candice would say. Be somewhere else.

It'll be all right.

The way the other man said it...he could almost believe it.
2nd-Oct-2007 04:05 am (UTC)
Mohinder noted vitals with a detached precision, then licked his lips and started to speak again as he put the stethoscope in his ears. "I remember when I was a boy, I was terrified of doctors. I burst into tears whenever my mother took me to one until I was old enough to be too embarrassed to actually cry in public. That's why I sat medicine, to help quell the fear," he said, trying to find some sort of common ground and find a way to help his patient relax as he listened to his lungs and the fierce tattoo of his heart.
2nd-Oct-2007 04:09 am (UTC)
"My parents never trusted doctors with me," he replied, looking over the doctor's shoulder. "If I got hurt, they fixed me up."

Think of England, think of England. Think of Kansas. Something.
2nd-Oct-2007 04:15 am (UTC)
"Parents can be terribly protective, can't they?" Mohinder said with a little nod. "Your vitals are in order, you seem to be in good health. Let me just draw some blood and then we'll get on with things, shall we?"

There was something about phlebotomy that made intrinsic sense to Mohinder; it came naturally to his hands and really, he had a neck for drawing phials of it with inflicting very little pain at all. It was a gift, he supposed, though he rarely could think of himself in those terms around the meta-humans he studied. But really, it was automatic at this point, taking Jamie's arm with gentle hands, putting on the rubber tourniquet, prepping the skin and slipping the needle smoothly beneath it with softly murmured reassurances.
2nd-Oct-2007 04:19 am (UTC)
The needle didn't hurt as it pierced his skin, but the very knowledge that it was there was starting to making him sick. Closing his eyes, Jamie waited anxiously until he felt the tourniquet loosen, pulling his arm out of the doctor's touch and cradling it protectively.

"Is that all?" he asked tightly.
2nd-Oct-2007 04:26 am (UTC)
"Let me put these samples up, and then I'm going to need a duplicate, if you please," Mohinder told him, taping a piece of cotton to Jamie's arm, then letting him cradle it again all he liked. He returned to the workbench, labelling the blood and putting it in the holders, then he drew two syringes, one a sedative, in case the duplicate was less than co-operative, and the test serum.

A little nod, another scribbled note on the chart, and Mohinder nodded decisively. "Whenever you're ready, Mr Madrox, the floor is yours. Take whatever time you need."
2nd-Oct-2007 04:29 am (UTC)
Jamie watched him a moment, dropping his gaze to the floor and snapping his fingers, a dupe coming into place beside him. He could feel his eyes on him, boring accusingly into his skin.

Looking up, Jamie met familiar eyes, willing his self to understand.

We don't have a choice. You know that.
2nd-Oct-2007 04:33 am (UTC)
Mohinder nodded again. "Excellent. Thank you very much." He looked at the duplicate, taking the drawn syringe of serum in his hand and coming over to the mirror image. It was always awkward, these moments. There was no way to make him understand, if it was a him, was it a him? Was this personhood? Mohinder couldn't let himself get boggled down in ethical decisions now. Philosophy had no place here. Only hard, cold science. "Let me see your arm, if you please?"
2nd-Oct-2007 04:37 am (UTC)
"Jamie," the duplicate pleaded, terrified eyes meeting his own. "Don't let him put that stuff in me, please..."

He flinched, dropping his gaze and staring at the floor, guilt washing over him, choking him.

The dupe scrambled off of the table, backing away. "Stay away from me!"
2nd-Oct-2007 04:40 am (UTC)
Mohinder frowned, and quickly exchanged the syringes, taking up the sedative. "Just calm down, this won't hurt a bit," he said, his words steady and firm. "Stand still, if you please. Otherwise I will have to restrain you."

He watched the duplicate, at the ready, prepared to grab and inject him. Mohinder didn't like to be physical--there were days he felt too old for it, really--but he was still quick and strong, and ready to use that to his advantage, if the situation required.
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