Chapter Six: How I Found Out That Remy's A Perv

I didn't think that it would be possible for mom to leave after that night but she did. She came into my room a few nights later kissed my forehead gently and told me that she was going down south. I tried holding on to her but I had to let go. My chest hurt too much from the cracked ribs I'd gotten.

According to Hank McCoy the reason I didn't feeling the cracked ribs the night I got them was because of the adrenaline rush I was having. But the next morning they sang out to me very painfully and it hurt too much to walk. I listened very carefully to the hall outside my door waiting to here footsteps. When I finally did I called out very pitifully for help. Jubilee opened the door and carefully stuck her head in.

"What's the matter Amori?" she relaxed, not seeing any danger.

"I think I hurt my ribs." I tried sitting up, but found I couldn't. "I don't supposed you could get me down to the hospital wing?"

Jubilee scrunched her brow, thinking. Suddenly she lit up and walked back out to the hall. I sat in pain waiting for her to return. I figured maybe she'd gone for Logan or one of the other adults. But no, when she came back she was dragging a half dressed Remy behind her. I don't know if he was embarrassed or not. I couldn't tell from his blank face. Me? Well I was wearing nothing but a skimpy camisole and some boxers. My face turned beet red when I saw his bare chest, and saw him looking at my clothes, or lack of them.

"She can't walk." Jubes was explaining. "Can you carry her to Beast's lab?"

"Oui." He said. His red on black eyes were twinkling now. Wait! Red on black? I hadn't noticed that before. "If she don't mind 'dat is."

I shot Jubilee a look letting her know I'd be coming after her when I healed, then I turned to Remy. "I don't mind. Just be careful please. My ribs really hurt." 

He was careful as he picked me up and carried me out of the room. I held tightly with my arms around his neck at first, but I quickly realized he wouldn't be dropping me and I let my self relax.

"Heard about what happened last night." Remy said, walking slowly down the stairs. "Your ribs be hurtin' from 'dat?"

"Yeah. I think it's from when Daniel fell on me, or when Lara jumped on him." I answered, wincing in pain with each word.

Remy noticed this and put a finger to my lips. "Sorry petite, forgot it would hurt you so much to talk. Remy's had a couple of bruised ribs in 'is life. He hurt just like you are now."

"I'll take your word on it." I rasped, managing a small smile. "You called me chere before, now you're calling me petite. Why?"

"Well you is smaller 'dan Remy." He shrugged. "'Eh, what'd Remy say 'bout talkin?"

I stopped talking as we approached Hank McCoy's lab. Remy pulled open the doors with one hand while I tried to use my foot to help. He rolled his eyes at my feeble help, but not in a mocking way. The blue furry man had his back to us as we entered and seemed not to notice our presence. Remy cleared his throat loudly, making Mr. McCoy jump and turn, breathing heavily.

"Ah, it's just you." He said when his breathing had subsided. "Please don't do that."

"Didn't mean t' scare you." Remy ducked his head shyly as he'd done in the art room when we first met. "Amori's hurt. It's her ribs."

"Professor Xavier told me to expect this. Put her down on the bed." He directed. Remy put me down softly, teasingly putting his finger to my lips, once more reminding me not to talk. Beast came over with many tools in hand ready to work. "You're a stubborn young lady Amorise. We could have stopped all of this swelling last night had you come like the professor and your mother suggested."

"Nothing hurt last night." I said sheepishly.

"Adrenaline, the best anesthesia. Especially in a person young of age." Mr. McCoy began to probe his stethoscope over my chest. As he reached to move my top upwards we both looked over at Remy who was standing in the corner by the door.

"Thanks for your help Remy, you perv." I said grinning, knowing exactly what he was trying to get away with. "But you can leave now."

"Out to spoil a mans fun now." But he too grinned and winked at me. "I'll see you 'round ma petite."

Now I was 'ma petite'. If this kept up, I decided, I'd have to pay more attention in French class.

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The kind doctor ordered me to stay in bed until further notice. What fun. Further notice was a week, but it still felt like a lifetime. There was literally nothing to do. For the first day I listened constantly to the radio, but Z-100 is a top forty station and it became annoyingly repetitive. I tried sneaking down stairs, but because I was so slow and in so much pain Logan caught me and placed me back in the confines of my bed under the threat of hog-tying if I tried it again. I'd try studying, but there was no motivation until the others came home from school, baring not only their homework, but mine as well. Jean and Scott would tell me (in detail, blech) what we'd gone over in class. Then I'd start working with occasional interruptions from others. Kitty would come in to give me school gossip, Lara came to just visit, Bobby came in frequently to ask if I could use some ice to make the swelling go down (I was quite ready to strangle him after awhile), and Remy came to help me with French (Maybe help is to strong a word. Remy tended to give me the answers so I could get it over with and we could talk). That was my week.

Everyone knew how I'd been injured, but every one tried to skirt around the topic. Not that I was keen on bringing it up myself. Kitty mentioned it once in her gossip report. Hannah had come in to school and, using plenty of female wiles, described how she'd come home to find her father unconscious and bloodied in her old stepsisters room. Daniel was fine now, according to Kitty. He had a few bruised ribs like me, but with an added concussion and scared face. Hannah said he claimed to have been knocked out by red lasers, but no one in the hospital believed him. The hospital found that his blood-alcohol level was far higher than it should've been (I kind of expected that) and passed it off as drunken fantasy. But, Hannah had continued, two guys did believe him and were coming to talk to him in a few weeks. A few weeks. That's how long we had before a few more Joe's knew about mutants. Did he remember who had hurt him? No; thank the Gods that be for small blessings. But Daniel still knew that his two former stepdaughters and their mother were mutants, and that two of them were currently still in town. Hannah didn't believe in the whole mutant thing, but it still wasn't good. Hannah loved spreading rumors as much as she loved playing with her hair. Wonderful right?

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