[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Mutant Underground: Medical
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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[i]Oh sweet jesus.[/i] James sighed, an unsettling mix of resignation and relief as Negasonic’s sarcastic default came back. When it wasn;t there, you knew shit had gone south and it was nice to hear someone settling back into some semblance of normalcy after everything that happened. Honestly, James was going to get a fucking whiteboard and post it at the entrance of this place and write in big, bold letters: [i][b]Number of Days Since the Last Accindent[/b][/i]. If they managed to make it past two days, he’d give them a prize. Everyone gets a goddamn bottle of vodka or something. Maybe that’d be enough incentive for everyone to stop nearly dying on him. 

[color=mediumspringgreen]“Okay. Therapy sessions are next on the list, apparently.”[/color] James muttered as Max rambled on about the Princess and happiness. Max’s issues weren’t difficult to see. His crippling inferiority complex was the size of Sunshine’s ego and that was just the tip of the iceberg. Max shielded himself with material concerns, indulging in his perceived ideal person: high fashion, manners, fair tempered. Of course, Max at his core wasn’t any of those things and so the resulting friction between fantasy and reality fed a blossoming Hero syndrome. Before the Princess’ little game, James would have never put the pieces together but now he was almost 100% certain that that was why his powers would never work right the first time. A subconscious need to prove himself drove his powers to instability and then his control snapped back into place right after so he could take charge of it. That’s why the police incident resulted in such a fallout. 

There wasn’t a way to save it.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“Everyone can be happy. You just gotta figure it out, dude.”[/color] He reassured Max, patting him on the back. [color=mediumspringgreen]“We can talk about it once you’re better, okay? For now, stay sitting up if you can otherwise lay on your side, okay?”[/color] Speaking of inferiority complexes… James turned at Waverly’s comment, a frown already on his face. But James glanced over at his boyfriend really quick and swore, bolting to his side and wrestling him over. And he thought Casper was doing better! James mentally ran over the list of medicine they got and sighed. Nothing they had would help right now so he just adjusted Casper, getting him on his side and his head elevated so if he vomited, he wouldn’t choke on it. He placed a chaste kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead and turned to Waverly.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“Okay what’s going o…”[/color] James stared at Waverly, where she leaned against the doorframe with a [i]broken fucking arm[/i]. Change that god damned prize to 1 day apparently. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Waverly, that’s a big fucking deal! You’re entire right arm is fucked up!”[/color] Oh god, what the fuck. He was sitting everyone down as soon as he found the time and they were fucking talking about this. This is ridiculous. It took him a few moments to recover from the shock but he shook it off.

[color=mediumspringgreen]“That thing has to be set first and I am definitely not trained to do that. Clarke came back with you right?”[/color] James ushered her inside their little medical area and popped his head out into the hallway again, cupping his hands around his mouth. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Yo Clarke! Need your brains and [i]fantastic[/i] bedside manner in Medical like STAT!”[/color] He shouted into the Underground. Normally, he wouldn’t dream of calling her that but he was tired and worn thin. Separating the details between this reality and that reality became more of a challenge when he was tired, the two identities and their habits creating a confusing combination.