I didn't want to walk away, I didn't want to eat, and the only reason I even lay down was to hold her. I'd fought with Charles to put her in my room rather than the lab, he'd said it wasn't proper conduct to allow such. I'd found an unlikely ally with Logan, who'd agreed she'd be more comfortable in my bed so that she wasn't scared when she woke up or visited at all hours. There were very few that would try to intrude upon my privacy. With the both of us against him, he'd conceded, but insisted when she woke, she'd have the choice of what bed she rested in.
The kids came and checked on her often. Charles had partitioned out the duty of taking care of the kids among the adults and teachers, even taking a shift himself. He'd come by after his turn and praised her patience and strength. I'd watched him leave the room, him muttering something about needing a nap.
Logan came by several times, and we exchanged no words, both concerned over the sweet woman asleep in my bed. I'd given her some sedatives, but they were wearing off. She'd had a few cracked ribs, and was bruised all over her body. There were cuts from the metal band on her mouth, but the antibiotic was working well healing those. She'd be sore, when she woke, and there was nothing else I could do.
Now it was only me and her, and I bent down to her, cradling her in my arms. When I'd smelled her blood I had went wild. The mutation of my beast seemed to take over and I had ripped everything in my path apart, doors, Avanlanche, Magneto. I shivered, but I would not regret it, I'd gotten to her in the nick of time. I couldn't dwell on the past, I could only hope to have a future with her.
While she lay here sleeping off the effects of her trial as a hostage, all I could think was there would never be another like her. I wouldn't get over her like I had the others, she was everything I was looking for, everything I could hope, everything I needed. It was a shock coming out of one relationship and falling for another so fast and so deeply, but she was different. She was special, something men would search the world for. Yet, she'd picked me. She'd given me her forgiveness, she'd accepted me with no inhibitions, she'd kissed me with no other motives or ambitions. She'd believed that she didn't deserve me when in truth I could never begin to deserve her.
"Hank." She whispered, her eyes still shut.
"I'm here." I answered back, pressing my lips to her cheek. She continued breathing deep, even breaths, she was still asleep.
"Jeans." I grinned, listening to her words. I could only imagine what she was dreaming about, but dare I hope she was thinking of our last rendezvous? She was asleep with a smile as I crawled into bed with her in my arms. Sleep took me finally in its soft embrace, and I rested with her securely in my arms.