NOTE TO MY READERS: THIS IS THE CHAPTER PREVIOUSLY POSTED AS CHAPTER 3 ITS REALLY CHAPTER 4. gO BACK AND READ CHAPTER 3 FOR THIS TO MAKE SENSE!

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men otherwise Charles would not be paralyzed and mutants would be loved by everyone!

Anyways, in this chapter i put some spanish statements followed by their translations. it fit the setting :)


Chapter 4: In the hospital

"We have it in us to be the better man," Charles said. "We already are," Erik replied.


The next thing Charles knew was that he was laying in a hospital bed somewhere in Cuba. His vision was slightly blurred and his throat was extremely dry.

There was a woman sitting in chair next to the bed.

"Moira?" he called out in a raspy voice. The woman got up and leaned over Charles' bed.

"Charles! You're awake. Let me go get the boys," Moira said turning to leave.

"Wait, Moira… water," Charles gasped, grapping her hand.

"Oh! Charles, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed grabbing the water pitcher; pouring him a small cup. Charles drank the water slowly, but gratefully.

"I'm going to get the boys," Moira said patting Charles' hand.

Once she left, he leaned back against the pillows and sighed. He shifted his hips and gasped. A sharp pain shot up his back, causing him to groan. Charles pulled back to the covers and touched his thigh. If he hadn't seen himself do it, he wouldn't have known.

He had no feeling from his hips down. Charles tried to pick up his leg, but failed. He growled lowly as he picked up his leg and dropped it. There was no movement. Charles laid his head back down against the pillow and closed his eyes.

It was true. He couldn't feel his legs. He wouldn't walk again. He felt his eyes tear up, but he refused to let them fall. This would not be a limitation. The mutants still needed him; they needed guidance.

"Charles?" Moira called from the door way to see if he was awake still.

"I'm awake," Charles replied softly, opening his eyes slowly. Before him were Beast, Havoc, Banshee, and Moira. Each wore a look of uncertainty.

Banshee's arm was in a sling and Havoc had some stitches above is eyebrow. Beast had some bandages around his arm and his glasses were taped together in the middle.

"Well, aren't we a beautiful group?" Charles joked, laughing slightly. He gasped in pain, which caused the four to lurch forward to help. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he assured his friends.

Beast swallowed hard and looked the professor over. "No you're not," he said, his voice cracking at the end.

Charles sighed, "This," he said motioning to his legs, "Is just a hitch in the plan."

"Charles, don't you understand? You are paralyzed from the waist down," Moira choked out. "This is my entire fault," she sobbed.

"Moira, no! Don't you think that one minute," Charles said taking her hand in his. He patted it comfortingly. "This is not your fault. If it is anyone's fault, it is my own," he explained.

"Dude, no way!" Banshee exclaimed.

"Banshee is right! This is not your fault Professor. It's that son of a bitch, Erik's" Havoc hissed.

Charles winced at his friends harsh words. "Please, do not blame Erik," Charles asked.

"Why not? That bastard even changed Mystique's mind!" Banshee yelled.

Charles held his head, "There is no need to yell, Banshee," he said quietly.

"Right, sorry Professor."

The five sat in silence for a bit.

"Charles needs rest, boys. Why don't we leave and let him sleep?" Moira said quietly walking towards the door.

"Yeah, she's right come on," Beast said nodding towards the door. He patted Charles' foot and smiled.

"Hank, I can't feel that," Charles said, smiling slightly. Beast pulled his hand back and the smile disappeared from his face. "Don't worry about it, my friend," Charles continued.

Beast looked away and walked out the door. Havoc and Banshee mumbled a good bye before following Beast out. Moira held back for a bit. She walked back over to the bed. She leaned over and kissed Charles on the forehead.

"Just rest, I'll take care of them," She whispered in his ear, before exiting as well.

Charles sighed, he was alone once again.


The rest of the day went about quietly. A doctor came in a few times to check or change his bandage.

It became an established routine for the next few days.

He would wake up; a nurse would help him into his chair. He would wheel himself to the bathroom, lift himself onto the toilet cautiously, and then lower himself back into the chair. Then it was back to bed.

Charles would lie there for hours just thinking. He would try and reach out to other mutants; searching for them.

He wanted to feel the presence of his kind. It was comforting. After three days, Charles realized he wasn't searching for other mutants. He was searching for Mystique and Erik, or Magneto as he was called now. But each time he failed.

They were blocking him; it was strange.

He found himself developing headaches more often. This of course would earn him a lecture from either Moira or Hank. They would scold him for over working himself, but he ignored them.

He appreciated their company, but he missed his best friends; his family.

It had been a week since the beach incident. The doctors were impressed with his progression and had begun to consider releasing him soon.

Moira had promised him she would be there to take him home, when the time came.

It was 8:00 pm; time for his final shot of the day. He hated needles and the needle the doctor used was much larger than he preferred to see.

Charles braced himself for the pinch just above his spine; closing his eyes tightly and clenching his fists in the blankets.

"Un momento señor, esto afectará un poco (One moment sir, this will hurt just a bit)," the doctor said in a thick Cuban accent.

Charles nodded, understanding what the doctor said.

The shot lasted longer than it needed to in his opinion, despite the fact it was only a matter of seconds.

"Todo listo. Estamos pensando en liberar hasta mañana el Sr. Xavier. Hasta que haya sanado muy bien (All done. We are thinking of releasing you tomorrow Mr. Xavier. You have healed up very nicely)." The doctor said smiling kindly. "Usted tiene a alguien para que lo recoja? (You have someone to pick you up?)" he continued.

"Sí, lo hago (yes, I do)" Charles replied easing himself back into a leaning position.

The doctor smiled and left Charles again.

It was dark out now.

"Donde esta sala Charles Xavier? (where is Charles Xavier's room?)" came a voice from outside his room. Charles opened his eyes, recognizing it instantly. He glanced at the clock, seeing it was 10:00 pm.

"Creo que está durmiendo, pero la habitación es por aquí (I believe he is sleeping, but the room is right over here)," a nurse said leading the visitor over to the room.

Charles closed his eyes again and faked sleeping. He noticed that there were to sets of footsteps, besides the nurse's.

He heard the door close and the one of the visitors take a seat; the other pulled a chair next to his bed.

There was silence for a long period. It was broken by a sob.

"Shush, he's asleep," a man with a slight accent whispered.

"Sorry," a woman answered softly, stifling another sob.

Charles shifted his shoulders. He heard a rustle and then felt his hand being grabbed by the woman's hand.

"Charles?" she whispered.

"I thought you two would have never come," Charles replied quietly, a smile forming on his lips. He opened his eyes and saw Mystique hovering close to him, her eyes shining. Charles patted her hand with his other.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, closing her eyes, a single tear escaping. Charles reached up and wiped it away from her cheek. He noted she was in her human form at this time; most likely for security reasons.

"I had to come see you, as well," Erik said leaning into view.

Charles chuckled, "I'm surprised."

"Surprised? Why wouldn't I come?" Erik scoffed.

"I'm assuming you wouldn't want to face the others, am I correct?" Charles asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Stay out of my head, Charles," Erik said smiling slightly.

"Does it hurt?" Raven interrupted.

"When I get that bloody shot, yes. Other than that, I can't feel below my waist," Charles replied, turning his attention to his oldest friend.

Raven blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears.

"I will be okay," Charles assured her. He paused as he felt a new presence approaching. "I hate to cut this short, I really do, but Moira is coming up here. She is on the first floor," Charles said looking sad.

"Then we shall take our leave," Erik said getting up from his chair. "If you need me, you know how to find me," he said tapping his head. Charles smiled, nodding in agreement.

Raven hesitated letting go of Charles' hand. Erik was already out the door. Raven looked down at Charles and smiled. "Be safe, please," she whispered kissing him lightly on the lips before following Erik.

Charles' heart ached as he watched them go. The ache didn't lessen when Moira appeared smiling. He gave her a weak smile and rolled over, pulling the blankets with him. He just needed to be alone.


The memory faded from the mutants' minds.

The professor slumped back against his chair and watched his friends.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked Jean, who looked shocked.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't want to meddle," she replied looking down.

"It is fine. Now if you would excuse me I would like to return to my studies," Charles said signaling for them to leave. He was losing control of his emotions and he didn't want them there to see it.

Logan, Scott, and Jean got up exited the office quietly, their minds reeling with what they had just seen.

Charles sighed and allowed one tear to slide down his face.


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