Kurt woke up in a pool of saliva. He had fallen asleep with his mouth open thanks to the congestion that prevented him from breathing through his nose. He coughed and sputtered, trying to wipe away the slime before his companion noticed. He looked up to be sure that his current roommate wasn't paying attention.
As per usual, Logan was sitting silently in his chair. A cup of coffee in one hand, the daily paper obscuring his face with the other. "Morning princess. Don't forget to put that pillowcase in the wash." Logan growled sarcastically. Kurt's drool sodden pillow had been more than noted. Quietly, and without looking at the figure in the chair, Kurt stripped the pillow and fumbled with a new case from the stack on his night stand. A number of them had been left there for him, as drooling in his sleep had been far to regular with his current state of health.
Kurt had contracted the mutie-chill. The most recent biological attack by anti-mutant activists. The disease was supposed to forcibly silence the mutant gene and it's after effects, which it had done admirably in the first few mutants that had contracted it. However, after only a few times of being transmitted, the mutant gene had proven stronger than the disease and warped it into nothing more than a temporary power suppressing cold. A very bad and contagious cold at that.
The cold initially spread through the mutant population like wild fire, and had only recently been largely eradicated from the X-mansion. Kurt was the last mutant for miles with strong symptoms, and Logan was stuck with his healing factor still compromised from his recent contraction. As most of Logan's duties around the mansion were based around him being able to heal instantly, this limited what he could do at present.
For the past four days Logan had lived in the chair across from Kurt's bed drinking and reading. In the morning it was coffee and the paper, in the evening it was beer and an old book. Logan was never much of a talker, and Kurt hadn't felt like saying much since he got sick. Knowing that he can't disappear with a thought was more intimidating than it seemed like it should have been. Being annoying, silly, crazy, and loud was much more fun with an instant escape route.
Kurt curled around his pillow, letting his misery swarm around him. Of all the things this cold could have done, it took only his teleportation. Though, it hadn't changed his looks in the slightest. Same old fuzzy blue freak. Not to mention his holo-watch had been damaged in a mission three weeks ago when a mutant that controlled water blasted him with a jet stream. Professor X hadn't had a chance to make a new one, and even now was out on a mission with the other X-men. Far to busy to think about mending watches. Kurt and Logan were the only mutants in the mansion for probably the next week.
Even the new recruits had been taken out for training exercises in the woods with Beast. The professor had decided there would be less contaigents in the deep outback, and the last thing he needed was another round of sick X-men. This was going to be the most boring week ever. Kurt let out a quiet heavy sigh into his pillow. "Ya'll right there, bub?" Logan growled, turning the page in his newspaper. Kurt waited through the long pause that followed for Logan to say something else... but he didn't.
"'M fine." Kurt mumbled into his pillow, burying his face ever deeper in its softness. "Y'ur really going to bother lying." Logan grunted in amusement. It wasn't really a question, but a statement that asked for an answer. Tears welled up in Kurt's eyes. Of course he wasn't fine. He had been locked in a room with captain statue for days, with nothing to do except be sick and think. Kurt had already done all the thinking he could do, and now just wanted to scream.
Kurt knew it was his turn to talk, and Logan would wait for him. Logan would wait for hours for Kurt to figure out his thoughts and finally say something. He had done that very thing the days before, that day six hours had passed before Kurt broke the silence. Anything that happened today would happen on Kurt's terms and he knew it. "'M not fine." Kurt whimpered softly into the pillow. If he had been talking to anyone else, they would have heard nothing but another groan. But he wasn't talking to anyone else, and there's a good chance Logan would have heard that mumble if it had come from the next room over.