I woke up in the infirmary at the mansion. "What's goin on?" I grumbled. I was lying on my back with my injured wing sticking straight out next to me. There was a huge gauze bandage right in the middle. A huge wave of pain shot through me and things went fuzzy for a moment.
"Well, I'm glad to see you're awake," Jean said in a tone like hey, glad you're OK, but hoo boy you are in for a world of trouble.
"Oh, thanks," I said in a hoarse voice and tried to get up.
"Oh no you don't, sit right there," Jean scolded and pushed her finger against my forehead to lay me back down. "You know, you really scared Logan. He thinks this whole thing is his fault."
"Well it is!" I cried.
Jean stared at me.
"I was joking," I said with a smile.
Jean shook her head. "Now lay still. I'm going to give you a shot that should help speed up the healing."
I held my breath and shut my eyes as Jean drove the syringe into my arm. "Gerp," I said.
I strode through the kitchen and onto the patio to sit. It was sunny out and beginning to get warmer. The birds sang and the pleasant aroma of freshly cut grass flooded my nose. "AACHOO!" I sneezed.
"Well, we glad to see dat you're felin better, right chère?" Gambit asked and elbowed me in the side.
"Yup," Rogue replied and elbowed him right back.
"Oof! I tink dat you be fo'getting bout your strength, non?"
"No, Ah didn't fo'get," Rogue replied and elbowed him again.
"OOF!"
I laughed and walked over to them where they were sitting in the grass. "So, when can I expect ol' Rod up the Hoo-hah to lecture me?"
"Ah don't think he'll lecture all that much," Rogue drawled. "Figurin' you got shot an all."
"Probably," I said. "Have any of you seen Logan?"
They shook their heads. "Last I saw him he was in his room," Gambit said. "But I don't tink he still dere. You know Logan, dat man all o'er de place."
I laughed and waved goodbye as I got up to look for him.
"Well, I'm glad to see you're awake," Jean said in a tone like hey, glad you're OK, but hoo boy you are in for a world of trouble.
"Oh, thanks," I said in a hoarse voice and tried to get up.
"Oh no you don't, sit right there," Jean scolded and pushed her finger against my forehead to lay me back down. "You know, you really scared Logan. He thinks this whole thing is his fault."
"Well it is!" I cried.
Jean stared at me.
"I was joking," I said with a smile.
Jean shook her head. "Now lay still. I'm going to give you a shot that should help speed up the healing."
I held my breath and shut my eyes as Jean drove the syringe into my arm. "Gerp," I said.
I strode through the kitchen and onto the patio to sit. It was sunny out and beginning to get warmer. The birds sang and the pleasant aroma of freshly cut grass flooded my nose. "AACHOO!" I sneezed.
"Well, we glad to see dat you're felin better, right chère?" Gambit asked and elbowed me in the side.
"Yup," Rogue replied and elbowed him right back.
"Oof! I tink dat you be fo'getting bout your strength, non?"
"No, Ah didn't fo'get," Rogue replied and elbowed him again.
"OOF!"
I laughed and walked over to them where they were sitting in the grass. "So, when can I expect ol' Rod up the Hoo-hah to lecture me?"
"Ah don't think he'll lecture all that much," Rogue drawled. "Figurin' you got shot an all."
"Probably," I said. "Have any of you seen Logan?"
They shook their heads. "Last I saw him he was in his room," Gambit said. "But I don't tink he still dere. You know Logan, dat man all o'er de place."
I laughed and waved goodbye as I got up to look for him.