A new day, another chapter! This was an overwhelming chapter to write. It took control of itself after awhile and I just handed over the reigns. The story is starting to get develop. It's not quite how I imagined it but people seem to like it. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed or Private messaged me their comments. It's what keeps me going.
Oh! I'm almost done the next chapter, kudos for me! I'll probably be uploading it tomorrow.
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-Carolyn
Logan was off on a mission for Professor Xavier that weekend and Ray missed him terribly. She took many walks in the garden and hung out with Rogue. She was really beginning to relate to Rogue, not being able to have physical contact with a person surely must be difficult.
On Saturday she explored the school library, which was ten times the size of each classroom. She took a few books and put them under her pillow for some nighttime reading. She didn't sleep well.
Professor Scott taught her how to play chess even though she wasn't the greatest, but she was a fast learner. He was a nice companion, but he had nothing on Logan, nothing at all.
The school was calm and quiet at night, but Ray had trouble sleeping, so she hopped out of bed and tried her best not to wake Rogue. She pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt. The school had rules that she was breaking, but Ray needed some fresh air. As silently as possibly, she skimmed down the staircase and hurried out the front door, gently closing it behind her.
The night air was brisk and beautiful, full of life. Ray couldn't help but smile. How had she missed this? If she'd known what was lying beyond her window, she would have run away much sooner.
She took uneven steps on the dirt path which led to the garden. The fountain was still running and glowed in the moonlight. Feelings of contentment spread through her as she lay down in the green grass, wondering about different things. She hadn't meant to fall asleep, it just… happened.
Ray dreamt about home, about school and about her family. She dreamt of far away places and the mutant crises. She dreamt about adventures and exploration she was yet to have. But most of all, she dreamt of Logan.
The feeling of motion awoke her with a start. She was being hoisted up. Ray squirmed and tried to move, but sleep hazed her eyes and she was frozen.
"Quite moving," said a voice. It had undoubtedly come from her captor. She struggled against the arms that were carrying her.
"Cut it out Ray," grumbled the voice. How did they know her name? "It's just me."
She broke from her heavy sleep and gazed up at Logan, who was still having a hard time holding her. Ray immediately fell still.
"Jeez kid," he muttered under his breath. "I thought you were having a heart attack the way you were fidgeting. Don't scare me like that." There was a sense of anger in his voice but there was also another feeling Ray couldn't comprehend. She was too tired to worry about anything and fell back to sleep in his arms.
The next thing she knew he was laying her down on a bed, her bed. From the sound of his breathing he seemed disturbed. Ray tried to thank him but her words came out all jumbled. When he didn't answer, she reached out for him, but he was gone. As quickly as she'd awoken, sleep had claimed her once more.
The sun crept through her bedroom window. Morning had come sooner then expected. What a strange dream she'd had last night. Her stomach grumbled and she couldn't deny her hunger much longer. Ray glanced at her alarm clock; it read 11:00 am. How could she have overslept?
As fast as her legs could carry her she undressed and took a shower, fearing Professor Storms rage as she arrived late for class a second time. The water was hot and steamy. It burned her eyes. For some reason she felt different.
Ray awkwardly tripped out of the tub bringing the shower curtain down with her. "Crap," she moaned, pulling herself up with her elbows. She crawled out of the shower curtain and righted herself. It wasn't until a minute later that she felt a hot sticky substance dripping down the side of her forehead.
Her hands searched for a towel, but she wasn't thinking properly. Ray's mind flew into overdrive. She crawled out of the bathroom. Pain ripped through her head and torso. Ray grabbed and old t-shirt and held it to her forehead. Blood continued to drip down her face. The feeling of nausea overcame her.
Using the t-shirt to stop the flow of blood, she did her best to change into fresh clothes. Black bruises began to blossom along her arms and cheeks. Her body screamed in pain and she knew she needed help.
Still clutching the shirt to her head, Ray managed to make her way down the stairs without breaking a bone. Dizziness engrossed her every movement. Without meaning, she collapsed onto the wooden floor. Student came rushing over. People whispered and Ray wished they would stop. She was getting a head ache. As if obeying her command, everyone fell silent as she slipped into the dark.
Ray awoke to the beeping of hospital monitors, except she wasn't in a hospital. She was lying on a comfortable mattress. The murmur of whispers filled her ears.
"How is she?" questioned a voice. The room was a mixed up blur of colors. This scared her.
A women's voice spoke up, "She's still sleeping." The man grunted impatiently.
Ray couldn't quite make out their faces. Slowly, the blur that had been blocking her eyes was lifted and three different faces came into focus.
From the corner of the room, Charles Xavier watched Ray with concerned eyes. Doctor Jean Grey, whom she'd only met once, looked at her with a motherly concern. The third face, of which she could pick out of a crowded room, was a tired looking Logan.
Logan looked as if he hadn't slept in days. Whenever Logan was tired he turned grumpy, and Ray didn't want to be the one to upset him. Although she already had a feeling it was her doing that he looked so worn out.
She uncomfortably shifted. The tense atmosphere wasn't really making her feel at home. The first to speak was Professor Xavier.
"How do you feel?" Hid voice sounded full of worry and she immediately felt awful that she'd troubled him.
Her voice hadn't been used in what seemed like weeks. "I-I-I'm alright." She coughed in a hoarse voice. The back of her head thumped with pain.
"What happened to me?" she asked, clearing her throat. It hurt to swallow. Ray took another glimpse at Logan, who was staring at the huge gash in her head. She suddenly felt subconscious. His eyes flickered back to hers.
"You were in a coma for three weeks," replied Xavier, who was looking at her with pity-filled eyes. "While in the coma, you suffered a concussion and extensive damage to the brain." The room fell silent once again. Ray couldn't believe it, all she'd done was hit her head, and that was all.
"You may suffer sudden losses of eyesight, but on the contrary, you were very lucky." The old man smiled in his wheelchair. "While you were in the coma, your brain was repairing itself by using immense psychological reflexes. Which means while you were asleep, your brain was using outside objects as a side effect. This only happens in extreme mutant cases. Were you aware you possessed such gifts?" Ray could only stare and she wouldn't consider them 'gifts'. She was rather horrified with herself.
"No sir," she whispered. "I was not aware." That was the truth. Again she found herself peeking up at Logan, who had moved across the room to get a better look at her. Her stomach turned and a sick feeling sprang forth yet again.
"Ray?" said Logan as he moved over to her bedside, his hand resting against her cheek. She'd dreamt of this ever since they'd met, but she'd imagined it a bit more gracefully. Her stomach overturned again and Ray knew she was going to be sick.
"Are you sure you're alright?" he challenged in a voice that almost sounded concerned. Ray couldn't answer him because she was to busy leaning away and throwing up all over the floor.
