Kurt got there as fast as he could. Bamphing into a dark corner as to not have anyone freaking out over his sudden appearance, he ran toward the lobby. Turning the corner, Kurt skidded to a stop, and stared at his teammates seated there in stunned silence. Jean's eyes were closed and she looked like she was going to be violently sick, and Scott was sitting there talking quietly to her. Kurt thought he saw their leader's bottom lip tremble a little. The younger recruits were sitting in the corner sobbing their hearts out.
"My Katzchen..." Kurt whispered. "Vhat happened to her?" Only silence met his question. Finally, the Professor looked up.
"Kurt," he said, looking shaken. "Kitty's..." The Professor's voice trailed off. He tried again to break the news as gently as he could. "She's... lost a lot of blood."
Kurt's head jerked up. "How...?" he whispered, his words choked in his throat. "How could Kitty have gotten hurt to lose blood? She could phase, couldn't she Professor?" His tone was starting to get hysterical, and his bright golden eyes were pleading as he looked at the Professor and his teammates. None of them dared to meet his gaze.
"Vhy?!" Kurt suddenly shrieked, his cry echoing through the nearly deserted hospital. Tears streamed down his face and he was shaking like a leaf. Somebody got up and embraced him. Kurt caught a flash of red hair.
"Vhy, Jean?" he whimpered, choking on his tears. He sniffed and wiped away the streaming trail of tears from his eyes. "Vhy Keety?"
"Hush Kurt," Jean whispered, her own eyes welling up with fresh tears. "It happened too fast, Kurt. She didn't have a chance to react, much less phase." Her eyes, once a brilliant shade of green, now looked tired and so... old.
"Kurt..." Another voice. Kurt looked up and through a blur of tears, saw Scott Summers standing there. Scott had flown in from where he was attending college in Texas as soon as he had heard the news about the accident. Kurt had always thought that Scott's return to Bayville would be one with an atmosphere of fun and joy, not death like sorrow.
"Hey buddy, you going to be okay?" Scott looked at Kurt through his glasses. He tried to smile for the sake of brightening up the room, but felt like crying instead.
~Scott, it's okay to cry~ Jean's voice whispered soothingly into his mind. Scott took a deep breath, and nodded slightly.
~I know. Just give me a sec. I'll be fine. It's not really for my feelings on this tragedy that I'm thinking of right now. I'm just as shocked and scared for Kitty as everybody else is, but it's not for me that I just feel like bawling right now, Jean. But look at Kurt! Just look at him! I- I've never felt so helpless in my life. Not even when Alex and I jumped from that burning plane all those years ago...~
Salty tears spilt over in Jean's eyes, forcing her to close them as the full impact and realization of what was happening hit her fully. *Oh God...* she prayed. *Not Kitty. Anybody but Kitty... Please...* The group had grown deadly silent. Jean opened her eyes and looked around dully. Professor Xavier, sitting in his wheelchair massaging his eyes. Funny. He had never seemed so old to all of them before. Scott, ever their practical leader, was just standing there in silence, and Jean didn't want to pry. Rogue had finally fallen asleep in an awkward position in her chair, signs of very recently dried tears staining her cheeks. Kurt was curled up in a ball in one of the chairs. Evan was gone. He hadn't been able to take it.
Jean sighed and checked her watch. It read 1:30 a.m. They had been waiting in the waiting room for the last three and a half hours, trying to beg information out of the doctors but to no avail.
~To Be Continued!! R&R!! Thankies!! ^.^~
"My Katzchen..." Kurt whispered. "Vhat happened to her?" Only silence met his question. Finally, the Professor looked up.
"Kurt," he said, looking shaken. "Kitty's..." The Professor's voice trailed off. He tried again to break the news as gently as he could. "She's... lost a lot of blood."
Kurt's head jerked up. "How...?" he whispered, his words choked in his throat. "How could Kitty have gotten hurt to lose blood? She could phase, couldn't she Professor?" His tone was starting to get hysterical, and his bright golden eyes were pleading as he looked at the Professor and his teammates. None of them dared to meet his gaze.
"Vhy?!" Kurt suddenly shrieked, his cry echoing through the nearly deserted hospital. Tears streamed down his face and he was shaking like a leaf. Somebody got up and embraced him. Kurt caught a flash of red hair.
"Vhy, Jean?" he whimpered, choking on his tears. He sniffed and wiped away the streaming trail of tears from his eyes. "Vhy Keety?"
"Hush Kurt," Jean whispered, her own eyes welling up with fresh tears. "It happened too fast, Kurt. She didn't have a chance to react, much less phase." Her eyes, once a brilliant shade of green, now looked tired and so... old.
"Kurt..." Another voice. Kurt looked up and through a blur of tears, saw Scott Summers standing there. Scott had flown in from where he was attending college in Texas as soon as he had heard the news about the accident. Kurt had always thought that Scott's return to Bayville would be one with an atmosphere of fun and joy, not death like sorrow.
"Hey buddy, you going to be okay?" Scott looked at Kurt through his glasses. He tried to smile for the sake of brightening up the room, but felt like crying instead.
~Scott, it's okay to cry~ Jean's voice whispered soothingly into his mind. Scott took a deep breath, and nodded slightly.
~I know. Just give me a sec. I'll be fine. It's not really for my feelings on this tragedy that I'm thinking of right now. I'm just as shocked and scared for Kitty as everybody else is, but it's not for me that I just feel like bawling right now, Jean. But look at Kurt! Just look at him! I- I've never felt so helpless in my life. Not even when Alex and I jumped from that burning plane all those years ago...~
Salty tears spilt over in Jean's eyes, forcing her to close them as the full impact and realization of what was happening hit her fully. *Oh God...* she prayed. *Not Kitty. Anybody but Kitty... Please...* The group had grown deadly silent. Jean opened her eyes and looked around dully. Professor Xavier, sitting in his wheelchair massaging his eyes. Funny. He had never seemed so old to all of them before. Scott, ever their practical leader, was just standing there in silence, and Jean didn't want to pry. Rogue had finally fallen asleep in an awkward position in her chair, signs of very recently dried tears staining her cheeks. Kurt was curled up in a ball in one of the chairs. Evan was gone. He hadn't been able to take it.
Jean sighed and checked her watch. It read 1:30 a.m. They had been waiting in the waiting room for the last three and a half hours, trying to beg information out of the doctors but to no avail.
~To Be Continued!! R&R!! Thankies!! ^.^~