Disclaimer-I do not, nor will I ever own the X-Men. They all belong to Marvel Comics…I think=) As of now, nothing in this story is "mine."
=( Anyway…please R/R. This could possibly develop into a Kurtty
fic, I dunno, tell me what you want, what you think, whatever, I'm totally open…now
on with the show.
"Damn it!!" Rogue
turned from her opponant and looked in the direction of the curse. Kurt was lying on the ground clutching his
bleeding arm, the glint of metal about to strike him again.
"Stop!" she yelled.
Almost instantly the metal arms retracted and Rogue and Kurt were left
in the Danger Room. "Kurt, you okay?"
"Ja, only a scratch."
Kurt replied, still clutching his "scratch" which was bleeding
freely.
"Uhuh…right. How
'bout we go get your "scratch" a little bandage?" Rogue helped him to his feet, but he staggered. "Yo suga', what's wrong? You been off your game all day."
"It'z nothing. Just
a little tired." Kurt's voice was shaky
and his eyes a little glazed.
"Hey, why don't you go get some sleep? You need it…and I don't fancy sweeping up
blue fuzz next time you have and encounter with the big baddies of the Danger
Room." Rogue laughed at her own joke,
and Kurt couldn't help but smile.
"Ja, your right. I
am totally behind you with ze not wanting to sweep me up. Wake me for dinner, ja?" Rogue insisted that he let her clean his
cut, then he "bamfed" into his room.
Once in his room, Kurt leaned against the wall. He really was exhausted. His throat was a little scratchy and his
head ached. All he could think of was
his soft, warm bed. The minute his
furry blue head hit the pillow, he was fast asleep.
3 hours later
Kitty knocked on Kurt's door. No answer. "Kurt?" Still no answer. "Hey blue boy, dinner!"
Still no answer. Aggravated,
Kitty phased through the door and walked over to Kurt's bed. "I know that you can't possibly be thinking
about missing dinner, so stop acting like an idiot and get up!" Kurt groaned and rolled over, facing Kitty.
"What time iz it?"
he asked sleepily
"Right now?
6:41. We are now, like, 11 minutes
late for dinner, and if the mashed potatoes are gone I'm gonn…" Kurt's groan interrupted her. "Hey, what's wrong? You suddenly develop a potato phobia?" Kurt answered her with a bad sounding
cough. "Seriously, what's wrong?" Kitty was getting worried, this is not the
normal Kurt.
"Kurt's not here right now, pleaze leave a message at ze
sound of ze beep and he will get back to you next year, after he wakes
up." Kurt answered hoarsely.
"You need to eat.
You usually eat, like, every ten minutes. You haven't eaten since lunch.
Let's go." Kitty dragged Kurt to
his feet.
"Keety, I just can't rezist you when you talk like zat to
me." Kurt joked as he stretched.
"Let's go, the food is probably too cold to eat by
now." Kitty said as she walked towards
the door, but stopped when she heard Kurt coughing, hard. She turned to find out what's wrong, but he
insisted he was fine. As an end to the
conversation, he "bamfed" out. Kitty
let out an exasperated sigh and, frustrated, phased her way through the floor
and down to the dining room.
Down in the dining room, all the X-Men were chatting around
the table. Kitty sat down in her
regular seat and made a grab at the mashed potatoes, only to find the bowl
scraped clean.
"Kurt! Arrr!! Do you have any idea how much I was totally
craving mashed potatoes?" She glared
across the table at him, fully expecting his plate to be filled to the max with
mashed potatoes, only to find him solemnly sitting in his chair, nothing on his
plate.
The others had noticed Kurt's behavior. Evan seemed to be grateful…more food for
him, Rogue was gazing with concern, Ororo took on a motherly expression, Jean
looked worried, Logan annoyed, Scott
concerned, but manly, but the Professor was the first to comment.
"Kurt, not hungry?"
"Nein Professor. I'm
not feeling very well."
Jean felt a stab of pity.
Kurt had been through so much in the past few days. He had been so stressed over Mystique being
his mother, he must have lowered his immune defenses.
"Is there anything we can do?" Jean couldn't think of anything better to ask.
"Nein, but thank you Jean.
Professor, I vould like to go back to mein room though, may I be
excused?"
"Yes Kurt. Go, get
some rest."
Kurt coughed in response, then bamfed out.
In his absense, the discussion inevitably turned to him.
"Poor Kurt, he's been through so much, now this." Jean sympathized.
"He'll be fine in the morning." Even declared
"How do you know?" shot Kitty.
"I just do."
"I'll check on him later tonight, just in case Evan's medical
opinion is incorrect." Ororo assured
the group.
"Yes Ororo, that is advisable. But I know he'll be fine." The Professor commented.
11:00pm
Ororo quietly opened Kurt's bedroom door. She walked over to the sleeping blue
fuzzball. She tenderly place her hand
on his forehead and, feeling the heat radiating off it, she left the room. A minute later, she returned with an ear
thermometer. Gently turning Kurt's head
to expose one of his ears, Ororo placed the thermometer in his ear and took his
temperature. 101.2 degrees (F). She took her cool hand and again gently
placed it on his fevered brow. He
stirred and Storm decided to let him sleep.
She left his room and headed to Charles' chamber.
"Charles?" she asked, knocking on the door. "Are you awake?"
"Yes Ororo, you may come in." She entered and Professor promptly inquired as to Kurt's
condition.
"He has a slight fever, of 101.2. Do you think that I should wake him?" Storm asked.
"Do what you think is best, but I think he should try to
sleep it off."
"Yes, that was my first instinct. I think it would be best."
Replied Ororo
"Yes. Now, why don't
you get some sleep? It been a long
day."
"Goodnight Charles."
"Goodnight."
