Chapter 14
Logan's P.O.V.
Day 200 Without Kim; Tuesday, September 1
Charles had called me to his office. I was worried deeply. Kim had been out for half a year now. He thought Kim was a lost cause, because the other day he tried to read her mind and he got nothing from her. He probably wants to take her off life support.
Just like Jean wants.
I turned into Charles' office and saw that Scott, Storm, and Jean were all in there with Charles.
"Logan, we need to take Kim off life support…" Charles started.
"Why do you need to take her off life support? I don't see any mutants lining up outside her room door waiting for her to wake up so they can have her room!" I shouted. I was furious. As you may have noticed by now.
"Logan, I know it'll be hard, but she's been going on without any brain activity for half a year," Scott said. I whipped around to face him, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him so close our noses almost touched.
"You don't tell be what you know will be hard and what won't. You don't know what this feels like for me," I growled. I pushed him away from me and he hit the wall. Once he was upright once more, he waved the air in front of his nose, alerting others to the fact that my breath stank. A tic-tac floated in front of my face and I slapped it to the ground. I stared around angrily, daring someone to tell me Kim was going to die.
"Logan, we're sorry, but you've been outvoted," Charles said. Scott looked down, refusing to make eye contact with me. Jean just smirked at me. Storm was looking at the ground crying; she had been on my side.
"Jean, you may go take her off life support." Jean nodded and skipped out of the room. Yes, skipped. Jerk. The rest of us in the room left also, except Charles. As we walked down the hall, we passed Bobby and Kitty. Giving our parade worried looks, they come up behind us.
"Logan, what's happening?" Kitty asked in a low whisper.
"They're…taking Kim off life support," I choked out. Kitty gasped and Bobby went rigid. Bobby liked Kim a lot, he had told me the first time she had gone unconscious. Last time I had seen Kim she had been hanging out with Bobby a ton and hating me, so I was worried she might have started liking him.
We were now in her room. Jean walked over to the small computer by the bed and started hitting certain keys. After several pain staking moments she turned away from the computer and took out all the IVs, including the one that fed her. The last thing she took off was the air mask, or what ever it's called. I never remember the right name of stuff. The only thing left was a small pad connected to a wire that gave us her heart beat.
We watched as her heart beat slowed, and slowed, and slowed. 2 minutes and it was barley still beating, yet, it was still beating. Scott looked to Jean for an answer, but she was just as thunderstruck as he was.
She closed her eyes and we could all tell she was reading her mind. She opened her eyes angrily and looked to us.
"Her mind at first was very silent, but when I concentrated very hard I heard a faint small voice muttering stuff I couldn't understand. She's just barely keeping herself alive. I'm guessing she'll be dead by tomorrow night." Kitty's eyes were full of tears. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve, but once they finally spilled from her eyes, she ran from the room. Bobby was completely still; it looked like he wasn't even breathing. Silently, I walked away from the room, headed straight for my room, steam-rolling over anything in my way. By the time I made it back to my room, I decided that tomorrow night I would stay in her room until her heart beat stopped.