Insulin

[I HAVE A NAME.]

Drake walked up to the chemist in the hospital. "Can I have a refill of my insulin?" He asked
"Sure, I'll just refill this for you." The lady at the counter said, in a shrill annoying voice. As she left he looked around. No-one else was there. As the lady returned with his medication he smiled, paid for it, through kind generosity of the Davis' Family. Turning round again he was shocked to see a familiar face.

[Miso]

Musashi was at the hospital with his son Rai, who had broken his leg and collarbone when he had collided with a motorcycle at super speed. While he was there, he figured he might as well get a repeat on his daughter's asthma medication.
When he got there, he lined up behind a boy who was buying some sort of medication, and was just as surprised to see the cord boy, who had helped save the lives of his family and the patrons at his club.
"Drake, is it?" he said with a smile. "Hello!"

[I HAVE A NAME.]

"Yes, it be Drake, Haven't seen you in quite a while," Drake said, hugging Samurai. "Soo, watcha doing?"

[Miso]

Musashi was a little surprised at the hug, but he chuckled.
"My son's in hospital with a broken leg and collarbone, among other things. I'm getting my daughter's asthma medication while I'm here," he replied as he handed the prescription to the lady behind the counter.
When she disappeared out the back, Musashi bent in a little to Drake.
"I never got a chance to thank you for clearing up the Twilight mess," he said in a low voice. "It was very kind of you all."
Musashi bowed low to Drake, a sincere look of gratitude on his face.

[I HAVE A NAME.]

"Ouchie."
"Aww, thats fine, s'pose I should tell you what I'm doing here, I'll give you a hint." Leaning in he lifted up his shirt and showed all the needle holes.

[Miso]

Musashi frowned when he saw the needle tracks.
"What happened?"

[I HAVE A NAME.]

"Diabetes" Drake smiled. "I've had it since Christina, The blonde at the club, had a pancreas transplant."

[Miso]

Musashi put two and two together and a look of realisation dawned on his face.
"Oh. So you gave her part of your pancreas? That was very gallant of you,"
The lady came back with the medication. Musashi smiled and paid the lady.

[I HAVE A NAME.]

"Yes, I did, and why thank you." Drake smiled. "So, hows construction of TWILIGHT going?"

[Miso]

"It's going well," Musashi smiled. "It's almost finished. The final coat of paint is being put on as we speak, and tomorrow the lights and doors will be installed. It reopens on Friday."
Musashi grinned at Drake.
"There's a reopening party, and I recently spoke with Professor Xavier, asking him if the rescue team would like to be my special guests," he said. "I hope he says yes. It would be good if you all could come."

[I HAVE A NAME.]

"I'd love to come, and so will Christina. Can we bring all the mutants at the mansion?" Drake asked. His watch started beeping, he found a finger with a closed wound, got out a bit of blood and put it on a little pad. The pad beeped and it showed a number. He took out a bullet shaped insulin injector and injected himself.

[Miso]

Musashi nodded vigorously.
"Of course! The more the merrier, as they say," Musashi looked around. There were too many people milling around; most would harbour some sort of negative feeling towards them if they were discovered, perhaps even force them to leave.
"Would you like to meet my son?" he asked quietly. "He's been home-schoolled for most of his life, but Xavier agreed to take him for his last years. He'll be moving into the Institute soon, and it would be nice if he knew someone there."

[I HAVE A NAME.]

"Sure, if he is as cool as you we'd be great friends." Drake said, beaming that he was going to make a new friend. "So, where is he?"

[Miso]

Musashi laughed again. He wrapped an arm around Drake's waist, and ran. A few seconds later they were on the top floor of the hospital in a private room. A Japanese American boy, seventeen years of age, sat in the only bed in the room, his face slightly bruised, a sling over his shoulder, and his right leg stuck out, casted and elevated. He was watching a random gameshow rerun from the 1970's by the looks.
"Rai, this is Drake," Musashi said as the boy looked over curiously. "He helped in clearing the rubble at the club."
"Oh yes," Rai said with a smile. "You live at the Xavier Institute right?"

[I HAVE A NAME.]

"Sure do, three years running now." Drake said. "So, Watcha power?" Drake then asked.

((Sorry for the one liner.))