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"You say that she doesn't like labs, is there something that i should know about," he asked. He knew that Logan and Scott were the ones that picked her up so she would probably open to one of them before anyone else.




Pyra tried to listen to what Hank asked but lost her attention to a dripping faucet across the room. She watched the drops fall slowly, into the sink.

Hank nodded, it was just as he had suspected. The fear in her eyes that he saw may have been because of him, a large blue beast looking human but it also could have been from being in the medical bay.
He grabbed his supplies and headed over to Pyra, but made sure that Logan was close because she knew Logan and not him.
"Well I will let you choose what you want to do first," he told the girl. "I can get blood from you or run the scan again. I would swipe some DNA from your mouth but if you can't touch anything then I will just have to take one of your hairs, or a piece of it or get it from your blood.




Pyra's attention diverted to the large blue man, anyone would have been distracted by him especially in a gray room. She listened to her options. She knew herself well enough. All of them had disadvantages. She glanced at Logan then back at the Blue man. He had a few vials waiting to be filled with her blood, then there was the machine.
Both scared her more than anything needles and machines.
She frowned and closed her eyes for a second.
"The scanning....thing," she finally replied though her mind told her to run like there was no tomorrow.

Hank nodded, he probably would have chosen the one that hurt less first too. "You don't have to move, just stay where you are at and I will bring the machine to you," he said. Then he went to fetch he machine, bringing it over a little at a time so that the girl could get used to seeing it. He set it a few feet away from the bed and looked at her. "When you are ready, just lay down where you are at and it will only be a minute."




Pyra watched the machine gradually get closer, it somehow put her mind at ease a little bit, but the memories still flowed, more so when the machine was five feet from her. She closed her eyes and nodded when Hank told her what to do when she was ready.
Her stomach jumped and her mind told her to run, once again, but she did not. She glanced at Logan and realized that she was doing that a lot. She took a moment to take a deep breath and then lay down, pain and struggle were written all over her face. She closed her eyes and her muscles tightened.

Hank went to put the machine away, surprised that Pyra didn't freak out, but glad that she didn't. He didn't want to explain to Xavier why they had to remodel the research labs again. "You did really well," he congratulated and gave Logan a slight nod of approval. When Kaija opened her eyes, he noticed the deer in the headlight look. She was not just afraid of the lab. She was terrified!




Pyra slowly opened her eyes, when she did the machine was no longer in sight. She looked at Logan and then slowly sat up, now the part that they would all hate. She looked around for any sign of a bathroom in case she had to make a run for it. The sight of blood always made her stomach feel like emptying any and all contents.

Pyra looked at the teddy bear but didn't move a muscle towards it. "I don't think I can touch it," she said quietly, her voice was shaking slightly. She had never had any stuffed animal of any kind before. She had seen them but just like books, she could never touch them.



Hank raised an eyebrow, the girl had a valid point. He lost track of what could be touched and not touched by near everything. Granted many things in the institute, linen wise could be touched by near anything. He set the vials a foot away from Pyra as well as the needle and the turnacate, just to get her used to it.

Hank smiled at the bear. "Well not exactly like yours, but pretty close," he corrected. "He had the power to control pre existing flames..." He uncovered the drawing needle and held Pyra's left arm. He looked for a vein and had a hard time finding one, this girl was seriously dehydrated. Finally finding one he warned the girl.
"This may hurt a bit," he warned and then poked her drawing the five tubes of blood that he needed.




Pyra looked at the teddy bear in her lap and slowly moved her right hand to pet it's ear. It didn't burst into flames, she smiled slightly.
The needle pierced her skin and all of her muscles tightened as memories flashed quickly through. Her eyes held flames that flashed in surprise of the needle. Her eyes fell on the tubes that were quickly filling with blood and immediately, her stomach took a joy ride.
She squeezed the bear to keep from attacking Hank. She kept telling herself that he was only wanting to help. She had agreed to this, unlike before where she did not agree to tests.
Soon it was over and she could feel the contents of her stomach slowly begin to rise and she forced them back down. The flames in her eyes had diminished by now. Now that the needle was out of her arm and Hank was dabbing it with a cloth.
The death grip on the bear loosened as she looked at it. It looked so innocent, untouched by evil. This was how all children toys looked. But this one she could touch.

Pyra glanced at Logan but could feel the contents of her stomach arguing with her. Her skin turned pale and she glanced at the floor. "I don't think I should have ate," she muttered holding her stomach and looking for the nearest bathroom. Spying one, she hoped down and made a run for it, emptying the contents of her stomach into the porcelain throne.




Hank watched Pyra run and glanced at Logan. "I don't think she has a strong stomach," he said and quickly put the vials of blood away for the moment. He wasn't sure if it was eating, having not known how much she had eaten before she came to the Institute and how often, or the sight of the blood.

Pyra sat on the floor of the bathroom stall, her back against the metal wall and staring at the floor. Her throat burned with stomach acid. She hated this feeling. There was nothing left in her stomach to toss up. Sometimes it happened when she ate, but her stomach always spun at the sight of blood. Sometimes nothing ever came up, sometimes there would be nothing left in her stomach, like there was now. But this time, she didn't know which one was the reason behind her getting sick.
She felt embarassed that she had to run. She was hoping that it wouldn't happen, but it did. She didn't know what they were thinking. She stayed a few more minutes to be sure that she was done.




Hank nodded. "Perhaps, we should start her off with the nutrion pill, or with smaller, blander meals. We do not know what she has eaten or how much, for sure. I think that asking her more questions now would not help her any. She has gone through enough for today."
He turned to look at the bathroom, it sounded like she was done.