"Huh?" Kitty gaped at him. *What did he just say?!* "Down? What do you mean down?" she demanded nervously, dreading the answer that she had to know.
Pietro sighed impatiently. "Didn't I just say I didn't have time to explain?" he said, closing his eyes and rubbing his temple, willing the headache to go away. It didn't. It got worse. "He'sdyingandthedoctorsayshe'sonlygotafewhourstoliveatmostandhereallywantstoseeyou," he muttered.
Kitty blinked. "Can you like, slow down?" she asked. "I totally did not get a thing you just sa-"
"He's dying!" Pietro shouted. His voice echoed strangely through the house. "Is this slow enough for you, Kitty?!"
"What?!" Kitty stared at Pietro in shock. "You're like, totally kidding, right?" She searched frantically through Pietro's eyes, to find something, anything, that told her this was just another one of Quicksilver's many jokes and pranks. But his eyes revealed nothing, just a blank expression of shock.
"Then... it's true?" Kitty asked timidly.
"Of course it's true!" Pietro snapped. "My best friend is dying and you think I have the time of day to sit here and lie to you?!"
"Well, I-"
"Great. This is just perfect." Pietro muttered. "I come out here to get you because Lance insisted on seeing you, and by doing that, probably get better. But nooo, what do I get? The love of his life over here wasting time thinking I'm making the whole thing up and lying to her! Kitty, let's GO! Sometime today would be nice, huh?"
"Okay, okay!" Kitty huffed, but was too much in shock to argue further with the annoying speed demon. "You don't have to be that way about it!"
Pietro rolled his eyes, then grabbed Kitty and zoomed her over to the hospital where Lance was at in a flash.
"Whoa!" Kitty gasped when they'd arrived just outside the hospital building. "Now that was just... fast," she finished, not being able to think of a better word for it.
Despite his annoyance with the younger girl, and his anxiety over his "brother", Pietro had to crack a small grin at that. "Quicksilver Express," he smirked. "The greatest thing in creation."
Kitty shook her head. *Why did I just say that? And why does Pietro have to interpret everything said to him as a compliment and a feeder to his already oversized ego the size of the Northern Hemisphere?!* she thought. Turning her sight to the hospital ward door, Kitty hesitated, then walked as in a trance toward the entrance door.
"Kitty, he's this way," Pietro said, pointing toward the huge sign on the other side of the building. It read "Emergency: Intensive Care Unit".
"Emergency?" Kitty said, her voice catching in her throat. "How bad is he?" she whispered.
"Pretty bad. They found him in the streets of downtown Manhattan." Pietro's voice burned with hatred, and his icy blue eyes flashed. "Thosebastardsthatdidthistohimaregonnapay," he muttered bitterly.
"He's not like, going to... die..., is he... Pietro?" Kitty asked in a tiny voice. Her blue eyes searched Pietro's azure eyes, imploring an answer. He looked away, and was silent for a while. It seemed like an eternity to Kitty, those seconds of silence. Finally, Pietro looked up.
"Yes," he whispered.
Pietro sighed impatiently. "Didn't I just say I didn't have time to explain?" he said, closing his eyes and rubbing his temple, willing the headache to go away. It didn't. It got worse. "He'sdyingandthedoctorsayshe'sonlygotafewhourstoliveatmostandhereallywantstoseeyou," he muttered.
Kitty blinked. "Can you like, slow down?" she asked. "I totally did not get a thing you just sa-"
"He's dying!" Pietro shouted. His voice echoed strangely through the house. "Is this slow enough for you, Kitty?!"
"What?!" Kitty stared at Pietro in shock. "You're like, totally kidding, right?" She searched frantically through Pietro's eyes, to find something, anything, that told her this was just another one of Quicksilver's many jokes and pranks. But his eyes revealed nothing, just a blank expression of shock.
"Then... it's true?" Kitty asked timidly.
"Of course it's true!" Pietro snapped. "My best friend is dying and you think I have the time of day to sit here and lie to you?!"
"Well, I-"
"Great. This is just perfect." Pietro muttered. "I come out here to get you because Lance insisted on seeing you, and by doing that, probably get better. But nooo, what do I get? The love of his life over here wasting time thinking I'm making the whole thing up and lying to her! Kitty, let's GO! Sometime today would be nice, huh?"
"Okay, okay!" Kitty huffed, but was too much in shock to argue further with the annoying speed demon. "You don't have to be that way about it!"
Pietro rolled his eyes, then grabbed Kitty and zoomed her over to the hospital where Lance was at in a flash.
"Whoa!" Kitty gasped when they'd arrived just outside the hospital building. "Now that was just... fast," she finished, not being able to think of a better word for it.
Despite his annoyance with the younger girl, and his anxiety over his "brother", Pietro had to crack a small grin at that. "Quicksilver Express," he smirked. "The greatest thing in creation."
Kitty shook her head. *Why did I just say that? And why does Pietro have to interpret everything said to him as a compliment and a feeder to his already oversized ego the size of the Northern Hemisphere?!* she thought. Turning her sight to the hospital ward door, Kitty hesitated, then walked as in a trance toward the entrance door.
"Kitty, he's this way," Pietro said, pointing toward the huge sign on the other side of the building. It read "Emergency: Intensive Care Unit".
"Emergency?" Kitty said, her voice catching in her throat. "How bad is he?" she whispered.
"Pretty bad. They found him in the streets of downtown Manhattan." Pietro's voice burned with hatred, and his icy blue eyes flashed. "Thosebastardsthatdidthistohimaregonnapay," he muttered bitterly.
"He's not like, going to... die..., is he... Pietro?" Kitty asked in a tiny voice. Her blue eyes searched Pietro's azure eyes, imploring an answer. He looked away, and was silent for a while. It seemed like an eternity to Kitty, those seconds of silence. Finally, Pietro looked up.
"Yes," he whispered.