I woke up, groggy. I blinked a few times, my contacts dry as a bone. I reached to rub my eyes and hissed as the simple movement pulled on the wound on my back. It came back, bits and pieces. My bladder was screaming at me. It was going to hurt, but I had to get up and go to the bathroom. I looked around, I was in Logan's room. It smelled like him. I could feel the bandage on my back, the wounds already beginning to heal. I took a deep breath and pushed myself up and sat on the edge of the bed. Pinching my eyes shut until the pain of the initial movement began to subside. I was in different pants, and totally without a shirt. I pulled the blanket around my chest and stood. Taking one slow step after another. I opened the door, and there was Logan.
"What are you doing up? Go lay back down now."
He reached for me, and I shrieked, knowing it would hurt if he touched me to coax me back into bed at the moment. He stopped instantly and his hands dropped.
"I have to use the bathroom."
He moved aside and opened the bathroom door for me, stepping in as well. I lifted an eyebrow and looked at him.
"I'm walking, I think I can handle this on my own. If I need you, I'll call."
He stepped out of the room. I went to the bathroom and took out my contacts. I would ask Logan to bring me my glasses. My skin felt clean. I remember Logan washing my back off in the tub, but I guess he had done more. I washed my chest and hit a few other choice areas and then wrapped the blanket around my chest before I stepped out of the bathroom, stiff and hurting. I moved slowly across the kitchen, heading for my room.
"No, sleep in my room, the stairs are too much for you right now," Logan said from the stove. "I have some medicine for pain Chris left, you'll need to take it with food though."
He was ladling some of the tomato basil soup I had made over the weekend into a bowl. I could have kissed him at the moment. Making me food and letting me use his room so I wouldn't have to take the stairs. Sadly enough, my excursion to the bathroom had left me tired. I carefully sat on the bed and closed my eyes. I could go back to sleep after I had something to eat.
Logan walked in with the bowl of soup. I left the spoon behind and just drank it out of the bowl. I was too tired and in too much of a hurry to mess with the spoon. I just wanted to lie back down. I finished as much of the soup as I could before taking the pain meds with a sip of juice and laying back down. I thanked Logan as he collected my bowl and left me to sleep.
The next day was a bit of a blur. Or I can only assume it was a single day. I slept most of it. I ate, Logan changed the bandages, I was given something else for pain and something to help me sleep, and I was out again. I remember waking up one time hearing Chris' voice in the living room. He and Logan both walked into the bedroom. My ribs were sore, from laying on them for the last, what was it now, two days?
"Well, how are you feeling today, Fights-with-bear," Chris grinned at me, I flipped him off.
"I'm sure I could have a better Indian name than that."
"We'll just have to see about that. How are you feeling?"
"Still like I was hit by a bus."
"Well, an angry bear did smack you around."
"I really would love to forget it."
Chris sat down and began pulling the bandages off. I looked at Logan for any sign of how bad it was. He looked confused. Chris snorted with a smile.
"The professor was right about you."
I looked back at him and perked an eyebrow.
"You were nearly lunch the day before yesterday. By all means, it could easily still be bleeding. It looks like it's a week, and maybe a day old already."
"She heals quickly?" Logan asked Chris.
"She is still here," I said rolling my eyes.
"Among other gifts." Chris smirked, cleaning the wounds. "I'm thinking by the middle of next week we'll be able to take the stitches out, and by that weekend, you can start using some scar reducer on it."
I hadn't even thought about the scar. I was marred for life. NO matter how quickly my body healed, I would always have a scar. A bad one. I buried my face in the pillow trying not to cry. I know it's superficial to be upset about a scar, but still, I was.
Chris cleaned the wound and dressed it again. He stayed for a few minutes, until he could tell I was growing tired, then he said he would be back in two days to check up again. Logan walked him out. I closed my eyes, hearing the front door close.
"You see the future, and you heal quickly, anything else I should know about?"
I opened my eyes to see Logan standing in the doorframe with his arms crossed across his chest.
"I don't heal as quickly as you, not nearly as quickly. What I would give for that ability right now, though. And I see the path a person is currently on. If they change their mind, their future changes. Even the simplest and slightest change makes a difference- most of the time."
I close my eyes again.
"That still didn't answer my question, anything else?"
"I don't really like sharing them. All of a sudden people like to take advantage of them, for obvious reasons. They are as much curse as they are gift."
"And they would be?"
"Cool your jets," I replied.
I motioned towards the kitchen with a nod of my head. Logan turned. I opened the refrigerator, pulled a glass from the cabinet and poured myself a glass of juice, then let it float past Logan and over to me. I reached out a took the glass with my hand and took a sip.
"People get a little weird around you when they find out you can lift a car over their head, or just take whatever you want from them. That you can see their future, half of the time. I think it's also kind of obvious why I kept it quiet, from you."
I looked away.
I knew about Jean. I had known her. I had known about them. That had been a long while ago, though I didn't know how Logan currently felt about it. He gave a soft grunt and nod.
"Get some rest kid."
"Oh yeah, I'm not exactly a kid. My entire family stops ageing at a point."
"How old are you?"
"This will be the sixth year I've turned twenty- four."
"Do you have some sort of super-mutant family?" Logan asked, seemingly a little frustrated.
"Yeah, some of the original mutants, and somewhere back there, Native American medicine men. There's a lot we don't exactly know, X was looking into it at one point."
I closed my eyes and I could hear Logan walk away.
