Dead Limbs Waking
by Lacrimula Falsa
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the X-Men universe. Written for the joy of writing, not to make profit.
Summary: It's ironic, Charles thinks, that he has wanted this, begged for this, prayed for this and now all he wants is for it to stop. This, this feels like a numb limb waking, only a thousand times worse. (Fantasy-AU, double-drabble.)
A/N: Got this idea when my leg fell asleep. The healer is Erik, of course. Fantasy-AU.
It's ironic, Charles thinks, that he has wanted this, begged for this, prayed for this and now all he wants is for it to stop.
When the healer had told him it would hurt, he had thought of sharp, fiery pain, like that day his back broke.
But this, this feels like a numb limb waking, only a thousand times worse. It feels like his legs and back being shredded by tiny claws and for a moment he is sure he is dying.
Then the pain recedes as suddenly as it came and he is left lying there, breathing hard, skin damp with sweat and tear tracks on his cheeks.
The healers gaunt face looms over him, metal-coloured eyes cold and unforgiving. Charles opens his mouth to speak, just as a sharp flash of pain travels up his leg.
...His leg.
Eyes wide, Charles scrambles to sit up -and he is able to sit up, with no hands to help but his own- and glances at his legs.
A long, thin cut is marring the left one. The knife in the healer's hand is tinged red.
There's no outrage, no indignation, just mad, unbound laughter bubbling up and spilling over.