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Thalia de Luca. 27. Female. Psychic abilities including regeneration, telekinesis, and augmented physical performance. Experienced a strong psychic attack during a confrontation involving the Phoenix Force. Neurological damage suspected.

(Sometimes, Reuben missed the days where his cases were more along the lines of unexplained twitches than extrasensory perception)

The first sign of his arrival is probably his worrying thoughts from down the hall. This was much, much better suited for one of those magic doctors, but he was the best the Initiative had at that moment. The familiar pressure of a high profile case weighs comfortably on his shoulders.

He reaches out to swipe his ID and hit the switch. The mechanisms make an audible click before the door opens itself, and Doctor Maddison rolls in.

”Good afternoon, Miss Thalia,” he greets, the tone he uses with patients much more professional than the one he uses with anyone else. He places the tablet with the case summary and his “WORLD’S OKAYEST DAD” mug on the counter before turning the chair in place. His hand twitches, like he wants to shake her hand, but the bandages dissuade him. He gives a polite nod instead.

She shouldn’t look like hell, he thinks. She should’ve been able to heal those scars away, same with what was under those bandages. He leans forward, and purses his lips.

”I’m not going to ask how you are,” he says, ”because after all that, anybody would be shaken up. You did good, though. Everybody out there did.” He gives a little proud smile to try and lighten the mood. ”Instead, could you tell me how you want to be feeling? That’ll give any treatment plan we come up with along the way a nice goal other than ‘stop feeling like shit’.”