Chapter 2: Dismay and Confusion
Moments later.
Wincing, Pietro lay in a hospital bed, his upper torso wrapped in cloth yet blood stained both the front and back, as Lance looked on. Pietro's eyelids fluttered as moans and groans escaped his lips uncontrollably. He kept writhing around under the blankets feeling like he lay under a ten ton block of metal. In his state of vulnerability, not knowing Lance was standing in the room, tears started rolling from his eyes.
Lance stared down at him his brows furrowed uncomprehending the situation they were in; he had never seen the smart talking, brat Pietro in this state before. Lance breathed slowly trying to replay the scene in his head-Pietro-Wolverine-talons-stab-blood-hospital! What did this all mean? He had never really liked Pietro, so why did him laying there bother him so intensely?
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Meanwhile outside in the waiting room members of both the Brotherhood and the X-Men sat wearily waiting for news. Mystique was the only one who did not stick around for she had never really cared about any of them. Fred was not in the waiting room however, he sat engulfed in food as he consumed his fifth sandwich from the vending machine in the dining area. Toad was seated in a chair beside him catching flies with his tongue while being utterly bored as well as confused. Every member of the X-men, including Professor X, were in the same spot.
"Man, why are we here? Who gives a rats ass about that ignorant brat?" Evan exclaimed very sure of himself.
"He may have been a little arrogant, however he is only-a child," Professor X replied solemnly.
Evan leant back in his chair mumbling something to himself before finally giving up in a huff. Beside him, Kitty fidgeted in her chair confused about what had just happened. Another thing that confused and tormented her was the fact that Lance had falsely informed the doctor that he was Pietro's relative just to be there with him. On the other side of Evan, Rogue stared at the wall in silence her mind filling with dark emotions and thoughts. The Brotherhood members might be evil but they were young and inexperienced, Pietro did not deserve to die, Rogue thought.
Across the room Jean, Scott, and Kurt stood side by side against the wall near the entrance, none made any movements. They were staring in the direction of Logan who seemed not to care that he might have killed someone, yet only one out of the three, Jean, could hear his smoldering guilt. Logan sat in the center of the room leant as far down in his chair as possible with Professor X in his wheelchair alongside him. He breathed heavily and narrowed his eyes as he thought:
'What just happened? Pietro is not dead! He will not die! I refuse to believe he might! I could not live with the guilt of killing another! Oh, shut up! As Spyke said, who cares about that arrogant, whinny, evil, little brat,' he looked around, "-apparently-me-'
Storm stood by the nurse's desk waiting for information, when she received none she returned to her seat beside Logan. He turned to her instantly but all she could do was shrug her shoulders. Her face was set in a frown after Logan continued to stare at the floor, how could she comfort?
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Lance had moved closer to Pietro's bed to stare down in his pain stricken face as sweat slipped down his temples. Reluctantly, Lance lowered his hand towards Pietro and he bent nearer. Placing his hand on Pietro's cheek, he felt him tighten as his eyes opened slowly and painfully. Pietro merely glared at Lance when he gently cradled his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed giving in to the gentle warm touch. Lance smiled down at him removing his hand but he still leant over him. With a flash of lust, he leant closer until his lips were upon Pietro's cheek.
He jumped up quickly reassuring himself that it was nothing more than a friendly kiss you would give your friend. Anyways he had never thought of Pietro in that way before and never intended too as well as the fact that he was straight.wasn't he? Pietro's eyes opened slightly as he watched lance exit the room, what was that he had felt, a kiss?
~~~
He darted out into the waiting room and seated himself by the door his eyes flashing both confusion and anger. Him soul mourned for something in his subconscious and he begged to know what it was. All who were in the room stared at him wanting information yet none had 'the guts' to say anything. Lance did not want to speak, his mind was overflowing with thoughts, and he felt as if he were about to explode.
The others eventually realized he did not want to talk, none of them had known they were so close. That little innocent kiss kept replaying over and over in his mind as he slowly remembered there were mind readers about. He shot an angry glance at Jean who looked away flushed even though she had not been reading his mind at all. Instead of Lance's, she strained to read Logan's. Then Lance turned to the professor who was in the midst of reading a newspaper. Lance filed through his mind to find something else to think about even though none were protruding on his private thoughts.
~~~
"Yo, Freddy, that's like your twelfth sandwich, man, people are staren', yo," Toad said in his usual tone.
"Yeah well, I think I'll have another," Fred rebuffed as he stuffed the rest of the sandwich in his mouth and headed for another.
"That's wack, yo."
A few moments later Fred returned with two more sandwiches as he sat down next to Toad. Toad huffed when Fred gulped down both sandwiches at the same time. Fred smiled at him.
Pulling a chair up next to Fred, Lance seated in a huff looking at Fred then Toad who both stared at him strangely. Confused they continued to stare causing Lance's pent up anger to break free. The hospital began to tremble as Lance's anger grew.
"What? Why are you staring at me you losers?" he screamed gaining the attention of others.
"What's up with you, yo?"
"What's up with me? Me? What is wrong with you two? Pietro could die!" Lance shouted.
"Yeah man, we know, what do you want us to do about it?" Fred asked.
"Care." Lance pushed back his chair and it fell to the ground as he stood and left in a huff.
We do care even if we don't show it, Fred thought. Fred watched as Lance left the room before he turned to Toad. Trying to sound cool and unwavering he asked, "What's up with him? Huh." Toad just stared at him.
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Pietro breathed slowly, uneasily, as a knife was driven into his heart every time it beat. He could barely stand living at this moment for the pain was unbearable. Suddenly, hopelessly, he wished Lance were still there kissing his cheeks but drove the thoughts from his mind. Lance was his friend, nothing more, and it would stay that way.
He heard rustling and looked straight at Lance standing by the foot of the bed gazing at his helpless form. Lance moved closer and then-Pietro relinquished his 'just friends' thoughts.
Kissing Pietro on either cheek, he heard him coo beneath him and knew this would make Pietro fight to stay alive. Pietro tossed beneath him as Lance heard the heartbeat on the monitor rapidly increase in pace. Grinning at Pietro he listened to the monitor before continuing the kisses.
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"Like, not that I care and all, but-like, do you think he's okay?" Kitty asked shyly.
"Who jackass number 1, or number 2?" Evan pondered.
"Evan!" Storm warned him sternly, "Hold your tongue."
"But, ah.oh, fine! I still hate that little brat!" Evan declared.
"I'm sure he's fine," Professor X answered Kitty's question.
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Note: For some odd reason this won't allow my use of ellipses in my text so there are - instead.
Moments later.
Wincing, Pietro lay in a hospital bed, his upper torso wrapped in cloth yet blood stained both the front and back, as Lance looked on. Pietro's eyelids fluttered as moans and groans escaped his lips uncontrollably. He kept writhing around under the blankets feeling like he lay under a ten ton block of metal. In his state of vulnerability, not knowing Lance was standing in the room, tears started rolling from his eyes.
Lance stared down at him his brows furrowed uncomprehending the situation they were in; he had never seen the smart talking, brat Pietro in this state before. Lance breathed slowly trying to replay the scene in his head-Pietro-Wolverine-talons-stab-blood-hospital! What did this all mean? He had never really liked Pietro, so why did him laying there bother him so intensely?
~~~
Meanwhile outside in the waiting room members of both the Brotherhood and the X-Men sat wearily waiting for news. Mystique was the only one who did not stick around for she had never really cared about any of them. Fred was not in the waiting room however, he sat engulfed in food as he consumed his fifth sandwich from the vending machine in the dining area. Toad was seated in a chair beside him catching flies with his tongue while being utterly bored as well as confused. Every member of the X-men, including Professor X, were in the same spot.
"Man, why are we here? Who gives a rats ass about that ignorant brat?" Evan exclaimed very sure of himself.
"He may have been a little arrogant, however he is only-a child," Professor X replied solemnly.
Evan leant back in his chair mumbling something to himself before finally giving up in a huff. Beside him, Kitty fidgeted in her chair confused about what had just happened. Another thing that confused and tormented her was the fact that Lance had falsely informed the doctor that he was Pietro's relative just to be there with him. On the other side of Evan, Rogue stared at the wall in silence her mind filling with dark emotions and thoughts. The Brotherhood members might be evil but they were young and inexperienced, Pietro did not deserve to die, Rogue thought.
Across the room Jean, Scott, and Kurt stood side by side against the wall near the entrance, none made any movements. They were staring in the direction of Logan who seemed not to care that he might have killed someone, yet only one out of the three, Jean, could hear his smoldering guilt. Logan sat in the center of the room leant as far down in his chair as possible with Professor X in his wheelchair alongside him. He breathed heavily and narrowed his eyes as he thought:
'What just happened? Pietro is not dead! He will not die! I refuse to believe he might! I could not live with the guilt of killing another! Oh, shut up! As Spyke said, who cares about that arrogant, whinny, evil, little brat,' he looked around, "-apparently-me-'
Storm stood by the nurse's desk waiting for information, when she received none she returned to her seat beside Logan. He turned to her instantly but all she could do was shrug her shoulders. Her face was set in a frown after Logan continued to stare at the floor, how could she comfort?
~~~
Lance had moved closer to Pietro's bed to stare down in his pain stricken face as sweat slipped down his temples. Reluctantly, Lance lowered his hand towards Pietro and he bent nearer. Placing his hand on Pietro's cheek, he felt him tighten as his eyes opened slowly and painfully. Pietro merely glared at Lance when he gently cradled his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed giving in to the gentle warm touch. Lance smiled down at him removing his hand but he still leant over him. With a flash of lust, he leant closer until his lips were upon Pietro's cheek.
He jumped up quickly reassuring himself that it was nothing more than a friendly kiss you would give your friend. Anyways he had never thought of Pietro in that way before and never intended too as well as the fact that he was straight.wasn't he? Pietro's eyes opened slightly as he watched lance exit the room, what was that he had felt, a kiss?
~~~
He darted out into the waiting room and seated himself by the door his eyes flashing both confusion and anger. Him soul mourned for something in his subconscious and he begged to know what it was. All who were in the room stared at him wanting information yet none had 'the guts' to say anything. Lance did not want to speak, his mind was overflowing with thoughts, and he felt as if he were about to explode.
The others eventually realized he did not want to talk, none of them had known they were so close. That little innocent kiss kept replaying over and over in his mind as he slowly remembered there were mind readers about. He shot an angry glance at Jean who looked away flushed even though she had not been reading his mind at all. Instead of Lance's, she strained to read Logan's. Then Lance turned to the professor who was in the midst of reading a newspaper. Lance filed through his mind to find something else to think about even though none were protruding on his private thoughts.
~~~
"Yo, Freddy, that's like your twelfth sandwich, man, people are staren', yo," Toad said in his usual tone.
"Yeah well, I think I'll have another," Fred rebuffed as he stuffed the rest of the sandwich in his mouth and headed for another.
"That's wack, yo."
A few moments later Fred returned with two more sandwiches as he sat down next to Toad. Toad huffed when Fred gulped down both sandwiches at the same time. Fred smiled at him.
Pulling a chair up next to Fred, Lance seated in a huff looking at Fred then Toad who both stared at him strangely. Confused they continued to stare causing Lance's pent up anger to break free. The hospital began to tremble as Lance's anger grew.
"What? Why are you staring at me you losers?" he screamed gaining the attention of others.
"What's up with you, yo?"
"What's up with me? Me? What is wrong with you two? Pietro could die!" Lance shouted.
"Yeah man, we know, what do you want us to do about it?" Fred asked.
"Care." Lance pushed back his chair and it fell to the ground as he stood and left in a huff.
We do care even if we don't show it, Fred thought. Fred watched as Lance left the room before he turned to Toad. Trying to sound cool and unwavering he asked, "What's up with him? Huh." Toad just stared at him.
~~~
Pietro breathed slowly, uneasily, as a knife was driven into his heart every time it beat. He could barely stand living at this moment for the pain was unbearable. Suddenly, hopelessly, he wished Lance were still there kissing his cheeks but drove the thoughts from his mind. Lance was his friend, nothing more, and it would stay that way.
He heard rustling and looked straight at Lance standing by the foot of the bed gazing at his helpless form. Lance moved closer and then-Pietro relinquished his 'just friends' thoughts.
Kissing Pietro on either cheek, he heard him coo beneath him and knew this would make Pietro fight to stay alive. Pietro tossed beneath him as Lance heard the heartbeat on the monitor rapidly increase in pace. Grinning at Pietro he listened to the monitor before continuing the kisses.
~~~
"Like, not that I care and all, but-like, do you think he's okay?" Kitty asked shyly.
"Who jackass number 1, or number 2?" Evan pondered.
"Evan!" Storm warned him sternly, "Hold your tongue."
"But, ah.oh, fine! I still hate that little brat!" Evan declared.
"I'm sure he's fine," Professor X answered Kitty's question.
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Note: For some odd reason this won't allow my use of ellipses in my text so there are - instead.