Hey~
This will be the last chapter of this fic…I know, it is a hard thing to bear, but keep hope! Like I was talking about in the last chapter, I'm thinking 'bout writing a sequel…And again, I just wanna know how much interest there is. I'm gonna write it, don't get me wrong, I just wanna know if anyone cares how long it takes…okay, I dunno, I'm…insecure…just checking to see if a sequel is wanted…anyway, thank you sooooo much for all the reviews! I'm so grateful that people took time to write them, it means a lot. It was my first attempt at a fic and it turned out so well, I really couldn't have asked for more. Anyway, enough with me, on with the fic…
"Where's Kurt?"
Storm's question came as a surprise to the other occupants of the Institute, who were at the moment eating breakfast, the majority preparing for school.
"Last I knew, Kurt was resting in his room." Professor Xavier replied, as the others looked around, searching the dining room for the fuzzy elf.
It had been four days since Kurt had regained consciousness. While his improved condition had greatly raised the emotional states of the other members of the household, it did not put him in high spirits. The memories of what had happened, what he had felt…they were overwhelming. The feelings of loneliness, depression, isolation…came back ten-fold.
His physical condition did nothing to help his emotional. Though he was allowed to return to his room the previous day, he was not allowed to leave his bed. Not that he often wanted to, for the pain caused by his broken and bruised body made him welcome the dreamless, drug induced sleep the pain killers lulled him into for 2/3 of the day. Half of the time he was awake, he was being fed medication, either intravenously or orally, though he also suspected that the little food he ate was laced with drugs…And the other half, when he was not mumbling something about gathering all the frogs on the earth and feeding them flies that had been implanted with time bombs set to go off on President Kennedy's birthday, for the drugs doubled as hallucinogens, was spent brooding over what Mystique had said, or rather, the impression that her words had left upon Kurt. That he was completely alone.
When Professor Xavier had released him to his room, Kurt's instructions were to remain in bed and rest. That had not been a problem, for his broken ribs made the simple task of breathing a painful one. The breathing tube had swollen his already raw throat so that he could not speak. The other occupants of the mansion came regularly to visit. They were only allowed in one at a time and could only stay 15 minutes, which was a relief to Kurt. He did not really enjoy the visits, but they seemed to do much good for the well being of the others, so he allowed them to continue. Each felt it their duty to inform Kurt of what was going on in the world outside his room. Unfortunately, there was not much news, so Kurt was told the same story some five times a day. Ororo had taken up the duty of looking after Kurt. She was in his room almost constantly, but this morning she had gone to help Evan in his search for his homework, after he had complained for the duration of his visit with Kurt. When she returned, some time later, she had found Kurt's bed vacant and had gone in search of him, for he did not have the strength to be out of bed for long.
"Ah thought he was supposed to stay in bed," Rogue said, her eyes full of concern.
"So did I," Ororo answered, a mix of concern and annoyance in her voice, as she turned and left the dining area to continue her search.
Kitty looked at her food, thinking. She knew where Kurt was. At least she thought she did. She had accidentally stumbled upon him in the attic one day after he had learned the identity of his birth mother. She had been looking for something to finish her collage with, when she spotted Kurt, sitting in the bay window, gazing thoughtfully at the sunset. When she confronted him, he admitted reluctantly that he came up there to be alone and think…she took the hint. Despite that, he designated the area as the place where he went to seek solitude, Kitty felt that he being alone wasn't the thing he was most in need of.
Kurt had made the agonizingly long trip up to the attic to get away from everyone. He could not get a moment alone, apart from Ororo or someone intent on visiting. So, when the weather witch left to help her nephew, Kurt took the opportunity. It was a painful task, but he made it. Now he was alone.
Kitty excused herself and started off for the attic. On her way, she passed Storm, still searching for Kurt, almost frantically, but Kitty thought it best not to reveal Kurt just yet. Before she had made it to the top of the stairs leading to the attack, Kurt's labored breathing was audible. Kitty stopped when she first saw Kurt. He looked so tired…the relatively short walk up to the attic must have been like a 2 mile run for him. Kitty was torn, not knowing whether to approach him or not.
Kitty watched for a few minutes, then decided to let the elf know that she was there. She cleared her throat, grabbing his attention. He looked at her in surprise, but soon resigned himself to the fact she had found him and returned his gaze out the window. Kitty approached him, grabbed a box and sat down on it.
"Hey Kurt," Kitty said tentatively, receiving no response from him, "How's it going,"
Again, no response. Kurt looked so depressed, Kitty felt an overwhelming desire to cheer him up.
"So…did you, like, hear about what happened to Scott yesterday at school? It's really a funny story…" she trailed off at the bored look from Kurt, "Yeah, you probably have…"
She decided to stop avoiding what she really wanted to talk to him about. "Kurt, I know that this week has been hard for you…all of us, but you mostly…and I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do."
Kurt simply looked at Kitty and she took that as an invitation to continue.
"Kurt…when you were in the medical wing, unconscious, I…couldn't…wouldn't let myself go see you. I thought that if I pretended that you were alive and awake, you would be. I avoided everyone who might tell me different…cut myself off from the others. The point when the realization of what had happened really set in was when I saw you through the glass, hooked up to all those machines. I don't really remember why I went to the medical ward, but I did and I saw you…and it hurt…I had already seen you die twice, I couldn't bear it again, so I decided that I wouldn't go back…but I did. I don't know why, but I had to. That was when you woke up…" Kitty stopped and looked at Kurt, whose expression was one mixed with sadness and almost gratefulness.
"If you woulda died…" Kitty let herself trail off, her head hung.
Kurt looked at her. She was truly concerned for him. This touched the elf, chipped away at the idea that no one cared. He felt an impulse and acted upon it. Slowly, painfully, he raised himself off the window seat, stepped over to the box on which Kitty was sitting. She looked up, tears glistening in her eyes. He gingerly bent down and being extremely careful, gave her a hug, though it was agonizingly painful for him, he had a feeling she needed it.
"Kitty! Where are you?! We gotta go!" Scott's voice rang up from the floor below.
Kurt heard it and, with much effort and discomfort, whispered hoarsely, "You better go, zey'll leave vizout you."
Kitty, still holding on to the embrace replied, "I don't care,"
~Hey
Whattya guys think? That, sadly, was the end, but don't worry, if you guys want it I'll make a sequel. Just tell me and I will. Please R/R, I wanna hear everyone's thoughts on the ending and a sequel…suggestions and criticism, as always are welcome, thanks to everyone who has, or will, review, it means so much! Luv ya all!
~Megan
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