Cal remained in the semi conscious state. The wounds on her arms would not heal. They did a CAT scan to see if they could find anything that would cause this, and also ran a full toxicological screen. At the end of the day Xavier, Scott, Logan, Rogue, Ororo, and Kurt gathered outside of the room which she lay in.
Charles looked at the group and sighed, "I've never seen some of the chemicals that are running through her system right now." He told them honestly. "The CAT scan revealed several implants placed throughout her body. It appears that those implants are continuing to make these chemicals to spread throughout her body."
"Who would be able to do such a thing Professor?" Ororo asked.
"The serial number that we managed to make out on one of the implants shows it to be military issue." His eyes flickered to Logan, and darted quickly away, but Logan noticed.
"This is somehow related to Stryker." Logan realized.
"William Carlyle was a staunch supporter of Stryker's. It seems that he helped back many of Stryker's personal agendas."
"But Carlyle wasn't at Alkali Lake."
"No, he was more of a silent partner. Now he must be the one running the puppet strings."
"Can we remove the implants?" Scott asked as they absorbed the information that the professor was giving them. Charles looked uncertain.
"I'm not sure Scott. I don't know what these chemicals are, and we don't know how long they've been in, or the permanent damage they may have inflicted. I have a physician on his way as we speak. Ororo and Kurt will be leaving shortly to pick him up."
Rogue stayed with Cal, and it pained Rogue to see the healing and reblistering of her friend's flesh. Every time one of the extremely bad spots would heal, and then burst a grunt of pain made its way out of the unconscious girl's mouth.
Scott and Logan followed behind Xavier. He continued to speak to them. "I've also put out some feelers to see what I can find out about the drugs that Cal told us her mother took for fertility."
"Do you really think that's what made her the way she is?" Logan asked.
"I don't really know Logan. To be perfectly honest no one knows why or how certain people evolved and mutated. This is just a theory that's been running through my head. What I really want to know is why did Carlyle laugh her father off in the beginning, and then suddenly becomes very interested in Cal? So interested he spends a lot of time and manpower tracking her down."
"There's something missing from her story." Logan stated seeing where Chuck was going.
"You think she lied?" Scott inquired.
"No, I don't believe she knowingly kept anything from us. If there is anything that we for sure know about Ms. Collier it's that she's not deceitful. I just think that there is perhaps something connected that she doesn't realize might be connected."
It was several hours later when Logan took Rogue's place at Cal's bedside. She wasn't sweating currently, and was sleeping somewhat soundly. Logan stared at the blonde. Rogue had spent time cleaning her up, and there was an IV drip going continuously into her arm. Pain meds, he figured. Her normally tanned complexion was extremely pale, and several freckles stood out across her nose and cheeks. Her lips were dry, cracked, and pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes. Bruises marred her smooth skin, and he watched as they tried to heal, and failed. Looking at her hands he saw that they were ripped and torn. "Oh Blondie, what'd they do to you?" he was surprised when she gave a dry chuckle.
"It wasn't pretty." She rasped out. He looked at her face to see her eyes were partially opened. "You should have seen me make my get away though. Took some mechanic's clothes. Those bastards trashed my bike." A tear made its way down her cheek.
"We'll get her fixed." Logan leaned forward running a roughened index finger down her smooth cheek. "You look like they ran that bike over you a couple hundred times."
"That your way of telling me I'm not my usual gorgeous self?" she tried joking and coughed.
"You're always beautiful." He told her honestly. "Personality of a badger, but always beautiful."
"I bet you say that to all the gals." She swallowed and looked at him again. "Can I have some water." He brought the cup to her lips and helped her drink. "They put something in me. I remember them cutting. Some type of poison." She almost screamed then remembering the pain of them cutting without anesthetics.
"Yeah, we did some tests while you were out. Saw four or five little implants that keep juicing ya. We got a doc comin in to look at ya. You'll be fixed up in no time." He sounded more confident than he felt.
"Liar." She smiled again, but this time she reached a hand out and gripped his arm. "I have to get better Logan, because they're coming. That's why I broke out. They're coming for everyone. All of you, and all of the children. It didn't die with Stryker Logan." She sobbed, "I don't even know who Stryker was, but I know that name somehow. I came to warn you, but more than that, I came to help." And with that she passed out.
Logan picked up the phone and called Xavier to the infirmary.