Mark Holmes stood in the hallway of the cancer ward. Since his first excirsion almost two weeks ago he had been patrolling nightly, arround his job and lack of social life. That said, the reaction to his decision to become a superhero was ... less then enthusiastic.
The opinion columns called him the masked weirdo . The two would be thieves he stopped actually were portrayed as victims to an unintelligible masked weirdo. An artists depiction of him in his costume actually appeared in an amber alert. He heard he would be a novelty feature on america's most wanted.
Not quite the reaction he had hopped for. Still mark patrolled. It was the summer months so the town was slow but he managed to save an old ladies purse from being snatched ... promptly to be beaten with it.
More alerts, costumed wierdo and purse snatcher.
Hadn't stopped mark or LUNGFISH for that matter. Mark breathed out noisily in the hallway getting a dirty look from the nurse or janitor or someone. It was getting better but mostly worst. The visions of the lungfish in his dreams were more common. Mark felt out of sorts. The only part of his day he really looked forward to were work and his patrols.
But this. This was stage two.
He may not be a brilliant scientist but he was still a scientists. His powers confounded science, but he knew that it wasn't just regular science, but super science involved. So it was time to grow a little.
Mark could manipulate lungs with his mind , almost instinctively. But could he heal them?
He walked into the room , sneaking in after the doctor had left.
An old man taking oxygen and grasping a pack of cigarette lay there. Eyeing him coldly. "Whadder yu wan" the man gasped out as mark checked his chart.
Stage 4 lung cancer, prognosis, weeks.
Mark then, finally moving forward with the fishy grace of Lungfish towered over the bedridden man.
"yu ain no dowctur" the man grasped as Mark laid his hands on him.
The machines blared for a loud minute. Mark could hear people begining to stir, to run outside. Towards this room. The old man shook and shuddered as if possessed under mark's hand, and then lay still.
Did i? Mark thought to himself unwilling to finish the question until the old man, took a deep breath. Deeper and deeper it went , the old man swelling up with the fresh taste of air. The man looked at mark solumnly for a moment before saying "praise the lord, mister" as mark slipped out of his room.
Just in time to avoid the rushing nurses and orderlies.
Walking out mark was relieved. He wasn't entirely sure that would work. Mark was at the hospital entrance when he stopped. He had felt something when he cured that old man, he had felt ... lungs. Turning arround, mark knew LUNGFISH had work to do.
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