Eclipse, for one, was instantly more at ease. Dr. McCoy was the kind of person you just felt like you could trust, and his answers to their questions were professional and reassuring. He straightened up a little, still mindful of his childlike guise, and smiled.
“I think regardless of who goes first, we should probably move to another room,” he suggested. “Let Kurt’s parents have their time with their son.”
He swung his feet, thinking.
“I suppose I could go first,” he said at last. “k would probably be a little more at ease that way anyway, seeing that you will not do anything we object to.”
He followed Dr. McCoy into another room, sitting with k in the chairs provided. Carefully, he removed his hoodie, showing pale arms.
“I did not want to say so in front of Kurt’s mother,” he said quietly, “but I am what one would call a dhampir. I am roughly 300 years old, and I seek a way to keep my body count to a minimum.”
He dropped the act, and part of his human guise as well. His fingers sharpened into talons, and his mouth widened unnaturally.
“I suppose it would be easier for me to appear as I really am,” Eclipse sighed, and dropped the rest of the act.
His face widened and flattened, and he hunched over as his bones twisted and reformed themselves. He quickly pulled off his combat boots, and his feet were gnarled messes of talons and scar tissue. He took a deep breath, blinked his too-large eyes, and tried to stand up straight.
“I am perhaps not as unusual as others you have seen,” he admitted, “but I am monstrous in my way. I—well. If you take my blood, be very careful with it. I do not know how poisonous it would be to mutants, but I know humans should not come into contact with it.”
He paused, then smiled.
“Do not be alarmed at my pulse, by the bye,” he said. “I think my heart only beats around five or six times a minute, if that. My blood pressure is probably dismal as well.”
He looked at his arms, on which blue veins stood out faintly, and shrugged.
“Well, what do we do first?”
“A prudent idea,” Hank smiled serenely. “Please pardon me one moment.” He went to the curtained-off bed and peeked behind the barrier. “Margali, Avel, I’m going to the other room with Eclipse and k. Should you need me, come knock on the door. Kurt shouldn’t need anything when he wakes up. Just let him rest.”
He returned to his two patients and led the way.
He picked up Eclipse’s clipboard and put on his spectacles. He was a seemingly contradictory being, the scholarly beast. The spectacles only highlighted the contrast. His yellow eyes widened at Eclipse’s confession. “Really? Fascinating. I’ve read books about dhampirs before, fictional, I gather, at least in this universe. It’s truly amazing to be able to meet you.”
“That would be helpful, yes.” When Eclipse began changing, Hank’s blue-furred face showed no trace of awe or surprise. “Considering my own uncanny appearance, I am hardly shocked in the least, however, that is not to say that you are not unique, Eclipse. I have never seen a creature such as yourself.” He scanned the clipboard in his hand, gleaning the information provided. He had a few questions his forms hadn’t covered. “Good to know,” he nodded.
“Well, the first thing is very simple. I just need to take a few vitals. Height, weight, temperature, heart rate, blood pressure, all of the basics. So, if you’ll step right onto that scale and stand straight and tall, that would be wonderful.” Hank was professional and respectful in what he did. He strove not to make anyone feel odd, alienated, or scared. His patients’ well-beings were important to him.
He weighed and measured Eclipse, scribbling the results down as he went. “Now if you will please have a seat in that chair right there. I’m going to take your temperature, so I need you to open your mouth and let me place the thermometer under your tongue. Just close your mouth and hold it there, and try not to bite it.” He explained everything he did; he had a feeling Eclipse had never been to a doctor before.
The thermometer beeped. “Very good. Now, I’m going to place this little thing on your finger. It’s going to take your pulse, and I’m also going to put this cuff on your arm. It’s going to get tight, but it won’t last long.” He inflated the cuff and took Eclipse’s blood pressure. The boy…er, was he a boy? Eclipse was right; his blood pressure was surprisingly low, and he found himself waiting for a heartbeat to register. “Why don’t we just sit there a few minutes until we can get a baseline heart rate? In the meantime, I’m going to look over your forms. Do you have any questions you would like to ask me about this whole thing?”