Logan stood up, a little shaky. He paced around the room for a while trying to regain his bearings. He sniffed the air. The institute. At least he was home, but why was he so disoriented? The room didn't even look familiar to him. He walked into the hallway and soon found the Professor sitting down with the other X-Men. All eyes were on Logan as he stood in the doorway.
He surveyed the scene, wondering why everyone was staring at him. Cyclops was there...Jean...the Porcupine...Ro and Chuck...only three chairs were empty. His, the elf's, and--and then everything came back to him. "Kitty," he said out loud. He got the sensation that he was falling, and he dug his claws into the door to brace himself. The next thing he knew, he was back in the bed he had woken up in.
"Logan, please take it easy," the Professor said. "You have a concussion." Logan sat up in bed. "I've healed from worse, just let me get up and...woah..." He started to feel very dizzy again. The Professor projected the image of Logan's smashed bike helmet into his mind to show him how badly he had been hurt. But instead of calming him down, it agitated him.
"Kitty," he said again, but he couldn't quite remember the details. "Where is she, Chuck?" The Professor frowned. "She...was on your motorcycle with you." Logan nodded. "I remember...I picked her up from school 'cause she had band today," he said. Professor Xavier looked at him as if he were expecting a better answer. "Logan," he said, hoping that he would remain calm, "She was hurt. Very badly."
In a few minutes Logan had recalled the whole thing to his friend. He had been taking Kitty home from school on his bike, and they came to an intersection, and they were hit by a van. The professor informed Logan that he had recieved a massive head injury, even by his standards, his bike had been destroyed, Kitty was hospitalized and the driver that had hit them got away.
After suddenly becoming nauseous and throwing up, Logan decided he had to go see Kitty in the hospital. The Professor urged him not to. Kurt was at her side, he said, and Logan wasn't exactly in traveling condition. And Xavier feared that seeing Kitty in her current condition would set Logan off. But he insisted, so the Professor told Scott to drive Logan to the hospital and stay with him.
Scott was worried about Logan, and especially worried about Logan throwing up in his car. Every few blocks it looked like he was going to toss his cookies. "Geez, if you didn't have that healing power..." Scott said, trying to start up a conversation. "....I'd be dead. Keep your eye on the road." Logan flatly replied.
They arrived at the hospital with just a few minutes of visiting time left. They found Kurt sitting by Kitty's bed, his head in his hands. Scott looked at Logan, waiting for him to snap or something. Instead, the man looked like he might break down and cry like a baby. "My God," he finally said, his expression hardening back to normal. "This is all my fault. If she dies, it's all my fault." Kurt looked up with surprise, and Scott was about to say something but Logan left the room.
He found Logan a little later, walking out of the hospital. "Logan, where are you going?" Logan made an about face, causing Scott to almost walk right into him. "I need some air. Don't wait up." Scott was going to protest that the Professor had given him orders, but he really didn't want to argue with Logan in his current state. "Take it easy," he said weakly as Logan walked just out of earshot.
Later that night, Scott and Kurt arrived back at the institute. To Scott's chagrin, Logan never came home. "Oh man," he said to himself, "The Professor is gonna have me cleaning the Danger Room for a week."
He surveyed the scene, wondering why everyone was staring at him. Cyclops was there...Jean...the Porcupine...Ro and Chuck...only three chairs were empty. His, the elf's, and--and then everything came back to him. "Kitty," he said out loud. He got the sensation that he was falling, and he dug his claws into the door to brace himself. The next thing he knew, he was back in the bed he had woken up in.
"Logan, please take it easy," the Professor said. "You have a concussion." Logan sat up in bed. "I've healed from worse, just let me get up and...woah..." He started to feel very dizzy again. The Professor projected the image of Logan's smashed bike helmet into his mind to show him how badly he had been hurt. But instead of calming him down, it agitated him.
"Kitty," he said again, but he couldn't quite remember the details. "Where is she, Chuck?" The Professor frowned. "She...was on your motorcycle with you." Logan nodded. "I remember...I picked her up from school 'cause she had band today," he said. Professor Xavier looked at him as if he were expecting a better answer. "Logan," he said, hoping that he would remain calm, "She was hurt. Very badly."
In a few minutes Logan had recalled the whole thing to his friend. He had been taking Kitty home from school on his bike, and they came to an intersection, and they were hit by a van. The professor informed Logan that he had recieved a massive head injury, even by his standards, his bike had been destroyed, Kitty was hospitalized and the driver that had hit them got away.
After suddenly becoming nauseous and throwing up, Logan decided he had to go see Kitty in the hospital. The Professor urged him not to. Kurt was at her side, he said, and Logan wasn't exactly in traveling condition. And Xavier feared that seeing Kitty in her current condition would set Logan off. But he insisted, so the Professor told Scott to drive Logan to the hospital and stay with him.
Scott was worried about Logan, and especially worried about Logan throwing up in his car. Every few blocks it looked like he was going to toss his cookies. "Geez, if you didn't have that healing power..." Scott said, trying to start up a conversation. "....I'd be dead. Keep your eye on the road." Logan flatly replied.
They arrived at the hospital with just a few minutes of visiting time left. They found Kurt sitting by Kitty's bed, his head in his hands. Scott looked at Logan, waiting for him to snap or something. Instead, the man looked like he might break down and cry like a baby. "My God," he finally said, his expression hardening back to normal. "This is all my fault. If she dies, it's all my fault." Kurt looked up with surprise, and Scott was about to say something but Logan left the room.
He found Logan a little later, walking out of the hospital. "Logan, where are you going?" Logan made an about face, causing Scott to almost walk right into him. "I need some air. Don't wait up." Scott was going to protest that the Professor had given him orders, but he really didn't want to argue with Logan in his current state. "Take it easy," he said weakly as Logan walked just out of earshot.
Later that night, Scott and Kurt arrived back at the institute. To Scott's chagrin, Logan never came home. "Oh man," he said to himself, "The Professor is gonna have me cleaning the Danger Room for a week."