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III
"Ahh!" Havoc shot up in bed, eyes wide, on full alert as he scanned the room.
Something was wrong. His rusty military skills coming back full force.
Something in his gut wasn't right.
He listened to the nothing, his eyes adjusted to the dark and held his breath. He saw nothing, heard nothing except for the distant tick of the clock in the kitchen. He sighed, leaning against his headboard, banging his head against the wall lightly. He wasn't crazy, something was not right. Jean Havoc did not just wake up in the middle of the night for no reason.
"Nghh." He double over, blood pumping faster, mouth dropping over agape.
It was a pinch. A small, sharp pain in his upper thigh. It felt as if someone one was pinching a small part of his thigh over and over in the same place.
His eyes widend, and a grin exploded on his face. He started laughing hysterically.
His leg hurts.
He saw out of the corner of his eye lights erupt throughout the house, but he couldn't stop looking at his leg.
"Jean, Jean, honey, what's wrong." He barely heard his mother over the sound of his own laughter. He looked up at her, tears streaming down his face.
"My leg," he swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat as he brought an arm up to wipe away tears. "I can feel my leg." He pushed into his leg, increasing the pain, laughing. He looked up to his mom, who had tears flowing down her cheek as well.
"I can feel my leg."
III
A little something, something. Havoc's my fav and always come up with ways on how he get's his legs back!