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Ellen's feeling a little - off, understandably, but they manage to make their way to the Compound without any further incident or injury, and she's leaning into him as much as he is her, mostly silent as she tries to wrap her brain around everything.

"You go first," she murmurs, resting a gentle hand between Matt's shoulderblades. "I can wait."

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"Right over here," Wanda said, rising quickly. Opportunities to make herself useful were her bread and butter these days, at least when it came to keeping herself from dwelling too long on questions she'd rather not have answered. "The hand?"

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"Not important," I say, grimacing. It's not. Whatever pain I'm experiencing is secondary to the uncertainty of not knowing whether or not Ellen is really carrying our child. "We need a pregnancy test for her and a blood test for me."

The thought only occurs to me in the moment. I've never had a real checkup since I first arrived two years ago, and while I know my powers aren't active, I have no idea if there aren't any residual effects to the radiation that first granted me my abilities. I assumed no, but given the circumstances, it seems better to be safe than sorry.

"Langkowski, right?" It's a process of elimination. There aren't many women who work here, and she's the only Canadian on staff. "You've done work with radiation?"

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Ellen's not going to argue with him on this, even though she's not completely convinced that his hand isn't still actively bleeding. But she glances over at the other woman and nods, once, a small inclination of her head to confirm that it's what they need.

The radiation question is what momentarily takes her aback. But she's not given the opportunity to really ask him about it, and so she simply looks to the doctor for her answer.

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"Extensively," Wanda replied, somewhat surprised herself. Maybe the day would offer her something of actual interest instead of the simple distraction of a bit of first aid. "Are these requests related, then?"

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"I was in a chemical accident when I was a teenager. The radioactive waste that blinded me gave me certain other... Abilities, that I obviously no longer possess here," I explain, in some degree to them both. I reach for Ellen with my good hand in an effort to reassure, my thoughts still racing. It's not often I launch so bluntly into my life story, but now's not the time to worry about playing coy.

"I've never had any worrying symptoms since my arrival, so I never bothered to have any tests done. If Ellen is pregnant, I want to ensure that the baby won't have any complications because of me and whatever... Power dampener is at play here."

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"That would be - " She glances down, noticing Matt's hand reaching out for her, and she gently takes it into her own, linking the two of them together. They hadn't spoken much since leaving their hut for the clinic, but the contact says more than words can.

"Probably a good idea," she finishes quickly, looking up towards Wanda with an attempt at a smile.

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Pausing to think only as long as it took her to slip a pair of gloves on, Wanda nodded. "Okay, well, you're right to get it looked into, but nothing I've seen here with regards to negated mutations makes me think there might be a problem, so let's not start out by worrying, huh? That said, I'll need as many details as you can give me to start with. The extent of your initial injuries, the nature of your abilities, that sort of thing. And - how late are you, hon?" she asked, turning her attention abruptly to Ellen. Her problem may have been the less interesting one in Wanda's opinion, but it was arguably the most important.

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"I'm Daredevil," I reply, again fighting against the instinct to be coy. I have only the vaguest of recollections how the pregnancy test is done here -- something about urinating and frogs -- and I'm impatient for Ellen to get looked at. "That answers at least a few of your questions."

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"I - I guess a couple of weeks, by now," Ellen admits, frowning in thought. It's difficult to tell how much time they'd lost here on the island, but she's starting to realize she was probably pregnant even before that. "Not very long, just - long enough to notice something was off, you know?"

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"Of course," Wanda replied with a nod, even if she knew no such thing. "I'll need a urine sample first thing, and since results will take at least a day, the sooner we get started on the rest if it, the better. Daredevil, huh?"

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"Try not to spread it around," I reply. Not that many people would be inclined to believe I was a superhero.

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"Do you need me to - ?" Ellen glances around somewhat helplessly, though the hand she lifts indicates that she's ready to take a cup or whatever she has to wield in order to get this sample out of the way. It's not the most glamorous thing she's ever done, but the answer should be fairly accurate.

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"No time like the present, but take as long as you need," Wanda replied, handing Ellen a sample jar, before adding with a nod in Matt's direction, "Much simpler than whatever I end up putting him through."

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