Xander shivered in the cool air, glancing at his shirt, currently draped over a chair. He'd been injured went he Friends of Humanity protest to the California bill guaranteeing mutants equal protection had turned into a riot. Not only had there been a riot, and not only had he been injured, but it turned out that he was actually a mutant. Go figure.
Maybe he could blame the Hellmouth?
Doctor Grey was supposed to be in soon to make certain that he didn't have anything more serious than a few scrapes and bruises. Apparently, he'd taken some solid hits, enough to alarm the X-Men sent to try to help out. He felt cold, but fine.
"Any time now…"
"No need to be in a hurry." A red haired woman in a lab coat and a set of gray scrubs walked in, smiling.
"You're Dr. Grey?" Xander blinked.
"Yes."
"Wow, if I'd known that a hot red head wanted me to strip down, I'd have been a lot happier waiting." The words spilled out.
"What?" She looked at him, and one eyebrow raised.
That's when Xander noticed the diamond sparkling on her left hand. "Never mind. Just shoot me now."