A/N: Nothing to really say.
It took almost two weeks before the doctors (with some mental persuasion from the Professor) allowed Sam to leave the hospital. He'd finally managed to get a hang of breathing again and he was now tackling speaking at the same time. He was still bed bound though, despite having been released from the hospital.
It was getting very boring being in bed. He was enjoying sleeping (even if the Professor insisted he wear a monitor incase he forgot to breath, which was annoyingly likely to happen). So to stave off boredom Sam had borrowed some books from the other students. Currently he was reading Pandora, which he'd borrowed from Rogue. He'd been certain after reading one of Kitty's books that he not borrow anything from the youngest of them again. He had not enjoyed that book about sparkles and stalkers all that much.
There was a loud Bamf and Sam looked up from the book to see Kurt peeking around the corner of the medical room that the Professor had confined him to. "Ah, you are awake."
"Oui. I am." Sam agreed. Kurt blinked a bit in surprise at Sam's not-scratchy voice. It was the first time he'd heard Sam speak in a normal voice. In fact, other than the cat-like eyes, Sam looked and sounded completely normal. "Kurt?"
"Ah, sorry." Kurt said shaking his head a bit. "Storm wanted to know if you were hungry." He said coming into the room more fully.
Sam frowned a bit. "I am actually…" He said putting a hand to his stomach. "I'd forgotten what that felt like…"
"Well, come on! We'll get you something to eat!" Kurt said grabbing Sam's forearm and teleporting up to the dining room where everyone else had started to congregate. Sam glanced at the food on the table and frowned a bit. It had been so long since he'd eaten he wasn't at all sure what he should try. But before he could come to a decision a plate heaped with a bit of every dish on the table was set in front of him. "Eat up!" Kurt said filling his own plate before sitting down in the seat next to Sam.
"Ah…Merci, Kurt." Sam said trying to not sound apprehensive. He at least knew (from his late night run-in with Kitty) that he was allergic to milk so he wouldn't try anything with dairy in it and he wasn't all together certain if he should eat that much what with his body coming out of a three year coma. But still, the thought was nice.
Sam only took a few bites of mashed potatoes before his attention was drawn to the conversation that was taking place at the other end of the table. Something about Evan's make-up work from all the time he missed while on that mission with his Aunt.
"So how's your first food in three years, Sam?" Jean asked suddenly.
Sam looked up and saw that almost everybody was now looking at him. "Ah…good I suppose." He said awkwardly. "I, sort of, am not used to it anymore. So it feels kind of…odd."
"Once your stomach becomes used to food again you should be able to move onto more solid meals." Xavier commented from his seat at the head of the table. "Then you can have a much wider range of foods to eat. I'm sure it is just like your breathing in that you simply have to re-teach your body."
"Oui, I'm sure you're right, Professeur." Sam said pushing his food around a bit with his fork. He wasn't nearly hungry enough for all the food Kurt had given him even if he could have eaten all of it. Suddenly Sam felt something tugging at the back of his mind and he tilted his head a bit to the side. The voice from before was whispering to him.
"Sam? Are you alright?" Storm asked.
"Oui…" He said though he sounded very distracted. He was trying to listen to the whisper. It was trying to tell him something. Something important.
Professor Xavier narrowed his eyes a bit as Sam continued to look off to the side. "Is it another vision?" He asked, remembering that Sam had been able to tell that Forge had arrived before the technopath had come into the mansion.
Sam shook his head a bit. "Non. It's like…someone's telling me something…" He said still focusing on the whisper. "Something is going to happen. Something with the Brotherhood." He said after a few more moments of listening to the whisper. "But I can't tell what."
"Well, anything with them can't be good." Scott said with a frown.
"It did seem rather urgent." Sam agreed finally turning back to the rest of the table.
"Don't worry, we can handle anything those Brotherhood thugs try." Scott assured. "They try anything and we'll be ready."
"They haven't done anything yet." Kitty protest.
"Oui. They may not have even thought to do anything yet. I can not tell when this will happen." Sam said. "It may be years from now for all I know."
"Not thought of it yet?" Kurt echoed.
Evan chuckled a bit. "That ain't strange for them."
Sam frowned. "Do not be so confident. I never get warnings of something good happening. Nor do I get warnings of something ordinary. Just because you are always fighting them does not mean they are always the same threat." He warned sternly.
"Lighten up, dude." Evan said after a minute.
"Ja, it's only the Brotherhood."