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Chapter 1

"Is he awake?" Erick's voice was harsh and on the verge of breaking under the pain that was weighing down on his chest, he couldn't remember that last time he cried but he felt like one bad word from the surly looking doctor in front of him would send him in to a fit of sobs and tears that would never end.

On the other side of the stark white hospital door laid the most important thing in the world, or so it seemed to Erick lehnsherr; Charles Xavier.

"No he is not awake yet but he will in about quarter of an hour so I suggest someone who he would want to see should be in there when he wakes up" the woman stared at the frankly strange collection in the waiting room, they all looked as if it was there father is that room but they were all older teenagers and the man she just operate don couldn't have this many teenage children, surely? There was one exception, an older man who wore a look she saw a lot around this part of the hospital, the look a wife gave her husband as he went for major heart surgery or the look the elderly couple give each other as they both are told that one of them has untreatable cancer tumours scattered through their body but this look was unnecessary as the young man on whom she had worked on was going to live and eventually be okay, he would need about a year of physiotherapy but he would live a normal happy life in the end, she thought distinctly pleased with her work for that day all she wanted to do was to go home and have a nice warm bath and a glass of wine, but that was not going to happen because the questions had started.

"Is he okay? What's the damage?" it was not the older man who spoke, which is what she expected, it was a young woman he looked drawn and guilty.

"he will need a bit of physiotherapy but he will be fine in time" as she said the work therapy a very pretty young girl sitting on one of the hard moulded plastic chairs let out a harsh and humourless laugh. The doctor gave her very little attention as she had seen much weirder things inside the hospital walls. She looked around to see where the older man had gone as she could no longer feel him staring at her but as she turned to look for him she heard him shout.

"He's waking up!" his voice sounded half amazed and half shit scared.

The doctor rolled her eyes slightly as her bath slipped further and further away but she did want to assess this man herself, as he had been rushed in she doesn't even know his name or age but she knows that he has a mole on him bottom that resembles a strawberry.

With her cheeks slightly red she entered the room, she went straight to his chart which had be haphazardly thrown by his feet as they past reception on their way up to his room which was one of the nicer ones the hospital had to offer.

She looked down at the chart in front of her

Name: Charles Francis Xavier

Born: July 13, 1940

Those were the only two things that grabbed her attention as the rest was all medical information which she knew because her assistant and shouted it at as she prepared to cut him open.

The dark haired man on the bed was starting to open his eyes which were a dazzling shade of blue, he looked tired.

"Erick?" he moaned as he tried to sit up, the doctor was not stupid but she was also not cruel which she was extremely glad of when the older man whom she assumed was Erick, looked at her with his dark green eyes imploring her to allow him to react in the way he would like to rather than the way that was sociable acceptable, to show her acceptance she moved and closed the door and as soon as the lock clicked the older man stood over Mr Xavier and brushed some wayward hair of his forehead, although she felt like she was intruding she watched this display of affection with love in her heart rather than disgust or hatred as she know they would get form the outside world.

"Mr?" she was addressing the older man now because as much as she appreciated the sentiment of the situation she need to assess her patient.

"Erick" was all the other man said, he was still looking the man in the bed with an expression of complete ore.

"Well, Erick I appreciate the emotions you must be feeling but I need to assess Mr Xavier" she tried to keep her tone as low and understanding as possible.

It was not Erick he spoke it was Xavier.

"My father was Mr Xavier, I'm Charles" she appreciated someone with a good sense of humour.

"okay Charles I'm going to assess your head, eyes, neck and your back okay?" ten years in medicine had made it so she could almost never sound condescending but she felt slightly uneasy that she might of insulted his intelligence just then.

"You didn't" Charles said softly, it was almost as if he was answering her worry.

"What?" she asked a little apprehensively.

"Nothing, where are the children?" he was no longer speaking to her and she decided to let it go and just carry out her assessment, he passed with flying colours.

Erick considered himself a very cautious man but when Charles' first words after being shot where his own name he could no longer deny the love he felt for that man but there was the problem of the doctor, he looked at her trying to appeal to her compassion and he succeed because her only reaction was to close the door, he knew the children would not like that they were shut out but he knew what was coming and he didn't want them to see the amount of blood on Charles' bandages or his wound, he wasn't sure he wanted to see them himself but he didn't really care.

As soon as he knew the doctor would not have him arrested he bent over Charles and put his hands over his face just memorising the feel of him because he had never done it before which seemed stupid post gunshot wound, he tried desperately to remember the reasons he kept his feeling under wraps but he couldn't all of them seemed so redundant now.

The doctor was talking to him but he wasn't really paying her much attention but he felt his moth move in reply to her unheard question, the she started to examine Charles he tried to crack some stupid joke that made Erick feel sick, he couldn't believe this man.

One thing that he did notice was that he answer the doctor's thoughts rather than her question so then he covered it up my asking about the children who were all outside and Erick was pretty sure he knew that.

The children entered in single file all looking varied degrees of awful, lucky someone had the foresight to get everyone normal clothes, Erick wasn't sure who but he looked down to see he wasn't still wearing his bright yellow get up, the only child who was not there was hank who obviously not be out in public because of his blueness so he was back in the car that Alex had stolen to get them here, Charles won't like that Erick thought solemnly but it was a life or death situation.

I understand but I don't agree.

Charles' voice slid into his head like silk and felt like a familiar blanket.

What happened?

Erick blanched for a second as he tried to think of a less violent and distressing was for telling someone there were shot.

I am a big boy Erick I can handle the truth

Erick decided he was right and just let the events of the previous day unfold.

When he was finished Erick tore his eyes from Charles who was now talking softly to raven and looked around the room, the doctor had left and all of the children were there with the exception of hank, everyone looked on the verge of tears, they had all been through so much in the past 24 hours and the shock of maybe losing their father figure scared each and every one of them.

In the small but relatively nice hospital room there was a rather large window that was directly opposite Charles' bed, it didn't have much of a view because it was only looking over the vast car park but it did offer some fresh air, without really thinking about it Erick crossed the room in three strides and opened the window to let in the hot Miami air.

Thank you so much for reading! I'm going to leave this around to see if it gets any attention and if it does I will update regularly, please let me know if I've done anything wrong or you have some constructive criticism!