Summary: Erik Lehnsherr was a young police officer at the top of his game until one night a chase took a turn for the worse and Erik finds himself in hospital with a bullet in his back. All he wants is to walk again but is he willing to accept the help of leading surgeon Charles Xavier?(eventual cherik, non mutant au, set in England, fluff with a dash of angst and also featuring characters from other sources).
I OWN NOTHING (except the story line)
A/N: This is my first XMFC fic so enjoy - apologies for any errors in story, grammar or spelling.
"How are we feeling today, Mr. Lehnsherr?"
Erik rolled his eyes and looked away from the ceiling that he had been studying for the past hour.
"Oh I'm fine, Doctor McCoy!" He began, sarcasm smothering his words "I can't sit up on my own or at all for that matter, I have blinding headaches almost constantly and I still can't feel my bloody legs!" His voice rose at the end and he slammed his fist into his thigh hoping for some reaction, anything other than the odd emptiness he had in his legs. Doctor McCoy sighed inwardly and chose his words carefully, preparing himself for the verbal assault that was bound to come.
"Mr Lehnsherr. You had a traumatic accident and surgery to remove the bullets, you really cannot expect to see any kind of improvement or result after only a few days - we are not sure if your spine is intact enough for-"
"I never wanted that surgery!" Erik roared. "It was the choice of the hospital and I was never consulted on the matter-"
"You unconscious at the time." Doctor McCoy pointed out but only added fuel to Erik's fire.
"Coma shoma! I would rather just accept that I'm paralyzed and keep it simple than be fed some kind of false hope that this hunk of metal in my spine may or may not make me walk again. Which for £9,000 of my money on top of what the NH stinking S 'provided', is not exactly an improvement on my previous situation." Erik paused and tried to regain his breath after his outburst.
Doctor McCoy glared at Erik.
"Mr. Lehnsherr." He began forcefully "The NHS provided all that they could for you; that extra money is for the 'hunk of metal' that could save your spine, and the surgery was given to you as it has the possibility to give you a better quality of life."
Erik snorted "What, so if it doesn't work I'll be put down like some old dog? This isn't Marley and Me for crying out loud!"
"If you would just try to understand-"
Erik cut the doctor off with an icy glare and all humour vanished from his eyes.
"My spine, my rules, Doctor." And he flipped his head to face the other way and stared at the wall in silence, making it very clear that the conversation was over.
Doctor McCoy grumbled under his breath, sighed and left the room. When he closed the door Erik looked back to see if he was truly gone.
Once this was confirmed he let the tears that were swamping his vision cascade down his cheeks and he closed his eyes, trying not to think of the night that landed him here.
The night that his life was turned upside down.