Life lessons
Totally off the top of my head. When reading remember the word fiction...not everything is a reality sometimes a little fantasy is needed to make things work. You'll catch my drift later. Ok let's begin...
Never stopped caring...
She had been reading a book at the time. Then she heard the sound of the x-jet as it landed. She sighed, carefully placing her book on her bedside table. She shoved her feet into her slippers and slipped her gown on. Then she slowly opened her door and headed down stairs. She walked slowly, glaring at any students who were trying to sneak out of their rooms. As she came to bottom of the stairs, she stopped, rubbing her forehead. She shouldn't read so late at night. She wrapped her gown more tightly around her and continued walking until she reached the elevator. She walked in, leaning against the walls, as it moved down. She walked out slowly and headed to the med-lab. She stopped at the door hearing a heated conversation coming from inside.
'...low-life scum, he is the worst.'
'Bobby, don't be difficult.'
'Difficult? I'm being sensible.'
'We couldn't just leave him there. You know how I feel about the cure. Especially since...'
'I KNOW! But Pyro!'
'For god's sake Bobby, for once just be the bigger man and stop acting like a two year old.'
'Oh sure Kitty, take their side.'
'This is not about sides! Now, I need to get back, they still need our help at Alcatraz. We promised Warren we'd help with the wreckage. Now...'
'I'm not staying with him...and no Kitty neither are you.'
Rogue bit her lip and stepped into the room.
'I'll do it.'
Storm, Bobby and Kitty looked up. Rogue gasped. Lying motionless on the bed was John. He looked bad. His hair was a dirty crimson color. There was dried blood on his face and his hands were bruised. She walked slowly over to the cabinet and pulled out medical supplies.
'You can go. I'll be fine.'
'You sure, Rogue?' asked Storm.
'Go on. It's the least I could do.'
Bobby moved forward but Kitty shook her head. He clenched his fists and stalked out the room. Kitty shrugged and followed him. Storm gave Rogue a hug and left. Rogue started by cleaning the dried blood on his head and in his hair. Then she bandaged his head. Once she was done she carefully examined his damaged wrists. They seemed to be broken, and recently. She cursed Bobby for being such an idiot. She rolled back the sleeves of Pyro top. His flame throwing apparatus was still on him. It seemed parts of it were cutting into his skin. She carefully reached for a scissor and began cutting away at his top. Then she carefully removed the apparatus and bandaged his wrists. She took his Zippo and put it in her pocket. If Bobby found it, it would be gone forever. Finally she hooked him up to the monitors so that she could examine his heart rate. She pulled a chair closer to the bed and curled up in it. And then she sat there, never moving. So many things had happened. The Professor, Jean and Scott were dead. Storm had leadership forced upon her and now had to try to keep the world at peace with mutants, which was hard after Alcatraz. Rogue leaned closer to Pyro, resting her head on her arms.
'Hey Johnny. I'm talking to you now, cause I know you'll be a complete jerk when you wake up. Don't read too much into this, I'm helping you because there's been enough death. People shouldn't have to suffer anymore. It hurts to lose someone we love and it hurts to see people suffer. Besides...'
She stopped as his eyes fluttered. She held her breath but nothing happened.
'John?'
His eyelids twitched but he didn't wake up. She smiled, playing with his hair. She definitely liked him this way.
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Yes I know short but hey it's a prologue. I don't want to rush it straight to the point, I want to drag it out and drive you insane with anticipation. Ok since you asked nicely you'll know by the fourth chapter. I think...