So here's Chapter 2. Hope you liked Chapter 1. R&R please!
Once Logan had finished my waist and legs, he started to get up. I grabbed his wrist and he knelt back down.
"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked.
"They...They cut my wings, too, Logan...It really hurts," I answered. He gingerly took the tip of my right wing in his hands and pulled it from behind my back. I whined as he continued on. Once he got a look at my wing he grimaced and turned around to face Jean, who was just helping Bobby get up.
"Jean. They sliced her wings too. I'll need your help here," he beckoned, and she nodded.
"Bobby, sit back down and relax. I need to go wrap Trish's wings for her," she told Bobby, and I cocked my head.
"Why such explanation for him? I think he'd be able to tell himself, Jean," I wondered.
"He's...Not really able to think for himself. I gave him the morphine and he went into a sort of high. I didn't think it would happen to him," she explained, and I let out a gasp. I noticed Bobby struggling to get up, and I tested our empathy link. Somehow my powers had come back recently.
Bobby...Stay down. You're hurt right now.
I know...Morphine's worn out a little. I can think a little better now. I'm surprised that you didn't have the same high.
I convinced Logan not to give me the morphine. Instead he gave me a strange anesthetic that blurred my vision a little and then I was fine.
I see. Are you okay? I saw what they did to you. How are your wings? he asked as Jean started to wrap my right wing. I whimpered and bit the inside of my cheek to stop from crying out.
I'm fine. It's just...the shock of the pain each time Jean moves my wing is excruciating, I told him.
As Jean continued to wrap my wing, I dug my nails into the palms of my hands to keep from screaming. Logan took my hand in his and squeezed it. I looked up at him smiled, but it probably turned out as a grimace.
"Hang on, kid. You'll be fine. Relax," he said quietly. As I nodded I noticed Bobby attempting to get up again, and I tried to deter him.
No...Stay down. I'll be okay. Relax and sit down or you'll hurt yourself more. Don't come over here just because I'm in pain. Just because I can't handle not being myself.
Too bad. Just hang on.
Damn it Bobby, NO! You need...To relax. Sit back down, I screamed at him.
Fine. But only for you, he surrendered.
Jean finished up my right wing and moved on to the left one. I noticed she had given Logan a rag and he started to reach for my chest. He touched the rag to the area around the gash over my heart and I yelped. I knew he was trying to help, but everything hurt and all of my nerves were on end.
"Hold still, T. I'm trying to clean this up and see how bad it is," he instructed gruffly, and I nodded.
"I know, Logan. All of my nerves are just over-sensitive and my powers are coming back so slowly I'm in a lot of pain," I told him, and Jean nodded.
"I'm wondering what caused you two to lose your powers when you got here. Logan and I haven't lost ours, and you guys are just now regaining your powers. How long have you two been here?" she asked.
"No idea. We woke up around half an hour ago and that's when the weirdos here started cutting us. When did we go missing?"
"Two nights ago. If I'm to believe everything, they haven't done anything except hold you two here. Which means once you get your powers back you should be fine," she explained. I shivered slightly as Jean taped the end of the wrap onto itself on the tip of my wing. Logan had started to clean the actual gash on the area over my heart and I had noticed each minute that I was in less pain. I knew my powers were coming back and I was glad of it. The only thing bugging me was that, even with my powers back, I wouldn't be healed for a day or so. Which meant that, although I would generally be back on my feet again in a few hours had my powers not been suppressed, I would be in some of the same pain I'm in now tomorrow.
Trish, do you feel okay? To me it feels like you could throw up. Bobby popped into my head and I looked over at him.
I'm fine, I think. Do you feel okay? I'm just in pain, and I've got a pounding headache combined with my powers coming back, which hurts a LOT more than you'd think.
Odd. I'm fine too. It's just that I've got a crazy headache from the lights being so bright in here, he answered quickly, and I grew worried.
Bobby the lights aren't that bright. There are only half of the bulbs that should be in here in here. Are you sure that you're okay? I repeated my question just as he quickly bent over with his hands pressed to his temples. He gasped and groaned harshly and I jumped. Logan pressed on my shoulder to keep me from getting up, and Jean stood back up and walked swiftly over to Bobby.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly, her hand on his shoulder.
"I don't...know. My head hurts...so badly. I don't know...why this is happening," he panted, his voice rough.
"Hold still," she instructed, and he tried to nod. She closed her eyes and they flew open within seconds.
"It's just you're powers coming back. This'll be over soon. Hang on," she said, moving back over to the bag of medical supplies she had and pulling out a syringe and a small vial.
She kneeled next to Bobby and filled the syringe halfway. As she tried to take one of his hands away from his head, Bobby shuddered and gasped again.
Bobby. Let Jean give you this. It'll be over soon, I promise. You'll be okay. Relax. I tried to comfort him, and I could tell that it was working.
How can you...stand the pain of your powers coming back? he asked me slowly, and I didn't respond right away.
Sometimes I can't. But I put it in the back of my mind and try to continue on. Last summer when...when I had the fight with Mystique, my powers came back really slowly. You knew the pain I was in. I know you can do the same thing. Let Jean give you the morphine. It'll help you, Bobby. I promise.
Bobby took his right hand away from his temple, and laid his arm down on the floor near Jean. She took his wrist in one hand, and pressed the tip of the needle into his it. He jerked, but held still. As Jean pushed the plunger down, Bobby shifted and the lights above illuminated the sheen of sweat covering his body.
Bobby, you'll be okay. Just hang on. Relax. Hang on. It'll be over soon. I tried to comfort him, and I could tell it was working along with the morphine Jean had given him.
Jean pulled the needle out of his wrist and he sighed roughly. He put his head back and rested it on the table behind him. As he closed his eyes, I saw his entire body relax.
Jean got up and walked back over to where Logan and I were, and kneeled on my left. She grabbed another piece of cloth like the one she had given Logan, and started dabbing at the blood on my cheek. I cringed as she pressed on my cheekbone, and she stalled for a moment. She put the cloth down and picked up an alcohol wipe and started to clean the gash. My jaw clenched, and I balled my hands into fists to keep from screaming. The burn of the alcohol was intense, and I almost shoved her away.
Logan put two butterfly bandages on the gash over my heart and moved onto the one near my right shoulder. I noticed that he was trying to be as gentle as possible, whereas Jean was just cleaning the wound like any other time. I tried to pull away from her, but Logan laid his hand on my shoulder.
"Jean, you need to use less pressure. You have no idea what kind of pain she's in, and the bleeding's already stopped," Logan aimed at Jean, and she looked up.
"I know. But if I don't use enough pressure nothing will happen," she retorted, and Logan's face hardened. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from my face. I unclenched my jaw and relaxed a little.
"I'm barely touching her, Jean, and it's just fine. She's in a lot of pain not only from all of this," he gestured to all of the areas that were wrapped in gauze on my body. "Plus her powers are coming back. That causes her more pain than you'd think. Take what Icecube here was just doing and multiply that by ten. That's what she's going through right now," he said stiffly, and Jean nodded.
"Logan, I didn't know that. Not everyone is an expert at these things. I'm surprised you are. Did you ever go through anything like this?"
"I don't know. Half of my past I've forgotten. You know that. But at least I know what it feels like to have your powers come back slowly. She has more than just one, though. So use a more gentle touch," he replied, and Jean nodded again.
Jean started to clean my cheek again, using a gentler touch. Logan continued on the gash near my right shoulder and I put my head back and closed my eyes. I just wanted all of this to be over. I just wanted to leave.
Are you still awake, Bobby?
Sadly, yes. The pain is starting to go away. But really I think the only thing I can do right now is this. I opened my eyes and tilted my head back up to look at him. He opened his eyes and lifted a hand. I saw a glint of frost form on his fingertip and disappear instantly. He frowned at me and I nodded slightly, making sure I didn't move too much in order to not disturb what Jean and Logan were doing to me.
Don't worry, Bobby. I know that if I wanted to lift a rag off of the ground just an inch I couldn't. I can feel my healing abilities coming back, but I don't dare let my claws out or try to heal any part of me right now. So it isn't just you. Jean and Logan are almost done with my chest and face, so we'll be leaving soon.
I know. Why would we be the ones captured? What's so special, so needed, from us?
If these people have anything to do with the people who captured us last time, everything. They think that I'm going to give them info on my powers, or maybe even let them do weird experiments. Other times they think they can literally take my powers. I don't know why.
I guess so.
I felt Jean put a butterfly bandage on my cheek and stand up. Logan had finished with the gash near my shoulder and started on my cheek. He was barely touching me, and I appreciated it. He knew I was in pain, and he respected me.
Logan finished cleaning the small slice on my cheek and offered his hand to help me get up. I took it with a tight grip and tried to pull myself up. My knees were weak, as was the rest of my body. He put a hand under my elbow to help support me and I slowly got to my feet. I wobbled a little before Logan put an arm around my shoulders, avoiding the tops of the cuts. I started taking a few steps toward Bobby and my knees almost gave out, but Logan just tightened his grip on my elbow and I was fine.
I saw Jean helping Bobby up and the agony he was in. He was leaning heavily on his right leg, and he was shaking. His knuckles were white from gripping Jean's hand so tight, and he was quite pale.
I stopped in front of him, and looked up at his face. He tried to smile at me, but was unsuccessful. I noticed dots of scarlet seeping through the bandages on his torso, and I lightly touched his stomach. He shivered and I rested my forehead on his chest.
You're bleeding again, I told him. The strain of getting up was too much for you. Let me heal you a little.
I'm...Fine. You don't need to. You just admitted you wouldn't try to heal yourself at all.
You're right. I did. But healing you a little won't hurt me that badly, if at all. Now hold still. As I started to heal Bobby he began to tremble, breathing in short little pants.
"Are you okay?" Jean asked him.
"I'm-fine," he replied haltingly.
I finished healing him and brushed my lips over his heart, causing him to shiver lightly, but not enough for anyone else to see.
"Let's go. You two have been here for too long already," Logan instructed and I stepped away from Bobby and started to walk. I could feel the gouges on my knees and shins starting to reopen, and I gave a gasp of pain before I started to fall. Logan put an arm around my waist and pulled me back up.
"Are you sure you can walk?" he asked. I nodded slowly and he grunted. I noticed Bobby was leaning heavily on Jean and using her as a crutch. As I started to walk again I noticed blotches of scarlet surfacing on the bandages covering my knees and shins. I could hardly put any weight on either leg, so walking was truly painful.
As I put my right foot down, I couldn't stand the white-hot pain in my knee and started to collapse. Logan dipped down and stuck one arm under my knees and the other on my lower back, about a foot below the base of my wings.
"Didn't think so. Come on. We're going home," he told me, and I attempted a smile through the pain.
I lightly rested my head on his shoulder, relieved of some of the pain of walking. All I could hope was that we would be back at the Institute sooner rather than later as I passed out.