Ororo's Deathbed
Author's Notes: Now you can make assumptions on the plot as it slowly unravels more than ever before.
Gambit flips onto the roof from the support of his rod, and with the flowing of his brown trench coat on his back he becomes a shadow under the going down of the sun. He slowly walks towards the glass door of the roof until he is pushed by a gust of wind. He stumbles inside the greenhouse that is maintained by Storm. He stands and sees Ororo pounding on the floor and begins to run towards her right when another gust of wind knocks him off his feet and he rolls on the carpeted floor and into a mass of pottery filled with plants.
Once again, he looks to Ororo, and for a moment wonders why she would be knocking him over like that. Was she that serious about containing her privacy? He guessed not as he heard her screeches for air and noticed that the gusts of air were her struggle to force the oxygen into her lungs. He runs to her in a frenzy, this time watching for the current of air being pulled in by Storm and then falls to his knees at her side. "C'mon, de Cajun not see you die. Calm down, Stormy, and you breathe," he says, attempting to soothe her.
She obviously takes heed to his wisdom as she ceases to act wildly and her chest slowly began to heave up and down again as she began to intake air once more. The hives on her arms were now large, red bumps and her eyes no longer turned back to their normal color. They remained fully white, her brown iris completely hidden behind the foggy gaze in her eyes. "Remy, what is happening to me? Why could I not breathe?" she questions, knowing he would not have an answer, but just hoping for a comforting word.
"I dun know," he says as he stands up and takes her hand. He takes her over to the futon where the entire coughing catastrophe happened and lays her there, "I go get Jean up here to check you."
"No, Gambit," Ororo whimpers, almost like a child afraid to be alone, "Do not leave me, I beg of you. I am extremely at the greatest of sorrows for expressing my anger towards you earlier. I must admit that my actions were not acceptable. And I apologize for Logan as well."
"You not discourage Gambit, chere," he says with red eyes gazing to her white eyes and compassion on the soft smile that were made by his lips. He then changes the subject, still looking into her eyes, not knowing where her pupil was, but attempting to make eye contact none-the-less, "Stormy, why you thinkin' about leavin' us? We ya only family, chere."
Storm turns her face towards the back of the futon where she looks at white, iron bars. She sighs, almost knowing he was going to ask her that. "Gambit, do you not understand? You have read into my inner soul and you still cannot see why I am contemplating this? I see no success in my future. I am forever grateful of this family and proud to be a member of the X-Men, but my concerns contain nothing of that matter. I want to begin my own family. I want to live a normal life, away from all of this action and these trials. I am glad to have fought for peace, but I have dreams I wish to fulfill."
"If you go." he says but never finishes because his eyes are taken to the sound of feet coming up the stairs and to the attic. As the doorknob slowly turns Ororo's head also turns away from the iron bars and to the door. The next thing they saw was a red-haired woman carrying a tray of steamy soup accompanied with salted crackers, a glass of water, and a glass of Orange Juice.
"Logan said I might find you up here," Jean Grey says as she places the tray down on a table and walks over towards Storm. "Hank will be up soon to check your temperature and try to find out exactly what's wrong with you." She places a soft hand to Storm's forehead and rubs it gently. "Your outer temperature is still normal. Your immunity could cause a disadvantage to such a sickness," she says, giving her own diagnosis. She removes her hand then looks to Gambit, "Dinner is done and everyone else is already eating. You should hurry and fix your plate before the students get their fingers on everything."
Storm lets out a soft smile at Jean and Gambit as she begins to experience a cold sweat across her legs. She ignores it as Gambit speaks, "I'll be down in a second."
Jean telekinetically lifts the table and moves it over to the futon where Storm is laying. "Whenever you're ready, this should do good for your appetite."
"Thank you Jean," Ororo smiles with appreciation. Jean returns the smile before leaving the room with her green eyes.
"You going to be okay, chere?" Gambit asks Storm in reference to him going down for something to eat.
"I suppose so," Ororo smiles once more as she begins to sit up and face her food, "Since I know that you will be coming back I shall feel safe. Once you return we can finish our conversation," she completes. Gambit ponders giving her a kiss for a short second, but decides against it once he sees Ororo's face looking at her food and not giving Gambit any type of look.
He makes his way down the staircase, which will take him to the second floor where he planned to catch the elevator. He turned the corner and immediately ran into Jean who had been waiting there for him. "Remy, would you like to go out to see a movie tonight?" she asked, without any type of words before that. She looked at him with emerald green eyes, in a tight black skirt, and an innocent look on her face.
"What about Scott?" he asks in his familiar accent as they both walk towards the elevator.
"What about him?" she answers in question form before continuing, "It's obvious he didn't love me enough to stay for me. Besides, I realized that his shades were more blinding to me than they were to him. Gambit, I'm really attracted to you," she finished, putting exclamation and emphasis on her 'really' more than anything she had said.
"Sure. Just give me a few minutes after dinner to freshen up and tell Ororo," he says, finding himself attracted to that body and tight dress. Somehow, he couldn't keep Ororo off of his mind, though. As the elevator doors opened, Logan exited and the two of them entered. absolutely no words being said.
Logan maintained a steady walk towards the attic with his loud mountain boots making thud noises across the wood mansion floor and was muffled by the occasional luxurious rugs. He opened the door to the attic steps and closed it behind him as he walked up the steps, knowing Storm would hear the constant thuds made by his heavy choice of footwear. "Storm?" he says, as he turns the doorknob and walks into the room.
"Logan, should you not be eating dinner with the rest of them?" she asks him, surprised of his arrival into the attic. In the midst of space between her question and his answer she thinks to herself, 'None of them are making this decision easy for me.'
"I already ate," he says with a grunt as he walks to the couch, which sits across from the futon. He takes his own liberty to sit there and looks across to Storm as she coughs away from her food and proceeds to eating the soup. "Did'ja get any rest, yet, 'Ro?" he asks her with his icy blue eyes.
"No," she answers, "When I did attempt to do so I received a choking attack and nearly hyper ventilated myself to death."
"You were never known to panic before." he says curiously.
"I suppose this entire illness is playing mind games with me," she answers with a smile of insecurity on her face as she goes back to the soup.
"What happened to your eyes?" he asks, wondering why they were remaining white and not changing back to their original color. He noticed that she was not in use of her mutant abilities and it bewildered him into a state of worrying.
"Logan, please do not be alarmed," Ororo says, "I do not understand why they are remaining that way, but I trust they will return to their normal stage after some rest. Hopefully this cold will leave just as easily."
"Yer getting' yer hopes up, 'Ro. This don't seem like the average cold," he says, before sniffing the air like he normally does. "You have iodine up here?"
"No," she says, as she takes a sip of orange juice, "Perhaps Jean or Remy had placed some over one of their bruises."
The door opened without the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. This was obviously done with the skillful agility of the massive, blue-furred mutant who flipped into the room with medical attire and tools. "Ororo, I believe Jean told you I would be coming to do a few examinations," the Beast, as was his codename, said to her.
"Yes, she did," Storm replied as she backed away from her food and to the back of the bed, placing her back against the artistically designed white iron bars of the daybed.
"I can wait until you have finished your dinner," Henry 'Hank' McCoy says as he slowly walks his large blue feet over to the futon.
"I am finished," she says as Hank pulls a thermometer from a sterile container. She opens her mouth slightly as he guides the thermometer under her tongue and she sits with her mouth closed.
"I'm surprised yer done eatin' so fast, Hank," Logan says sarcastically from his place on the couch.
Beast chuckles as he checks through his medical bag for a blood contractor. Once he finds the needle-tipped tool he tells Storm he would need to take some blood. She points to the exposed arm on her left, which isn't bandaged and then watches with a thermometer in her mouth as Beast draws her crimson red blood into the container. He then removes the thermometer and gives a perplexed look to Storm, "Once again, your mutant abilities are keeping your body at normal temperature. I guess your blood is going to be the only way to find out exactly how bad you're doing."
Storm nods her head as Beast puts a small band-aid on her arm and she rests her head on a pillow with her white eyes focused on Logan who is sitting across the room. Her eyes close and then open slowly at the sound of Beast's voice, "I'll go check out this downstairs and then I'll know how to properly treat you, Ororo."
"Thank you, Hank," she says, this time with no smile as exhaustion is plainly displayed on her face. Her eyes close and she coughs a number of times before finally beginning to breathe normal. Logan and Hank watched in amazement as they saw Storm seem so helpless in a situation such as this but yet able to survive the most dangerous of foes upon a battlefield.
"From the words of W. Wordsworth, 'Three years she grew in the sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower has never sown: This child I to myself will take" '. Have a good night, Ororo," Hank says, with his normal archive of poems.
Ororo smiles in gratification before Hank leaves the room. She snuggles her head against the pillow and her hair is goes in every direction. Just as it seems she has found the right spot for the night, she opens her eyes lightly and says with half of her mouth covered by the pillow, "Logan, let me feel your hand to know that you are with me."
He almost smiles with glee as he jumps up from the chair speedily and takes Storm's hand in his. "I'm here darlin'," he says before putting his knees to the carpet and laying his head on the futon. Not exactly the most comfortable sleeping position, especially for a man with adamantium bones, but he dealt with it.
Remy walks up the attic stairs only moments after they fall asleep, and notices Ororo and Logan hand-in-hand. He closes his eyes with a bit of remorse, knowing that could have been him holding Storm's hand. He thinks again, about giving her a kiss on her forehead, but knows Logan will awake and he doesn't think Storm needs the frustration of seeing them argue. He walks back down the stairs and meets with Jean.
Just as Jean and Remy drive off, Hank examines a pinch of Storm's blood under a microscope after making a perfect DNA slide. He then looks over into his computer and a display of prints and hypothesis. "Just a wild virus," he says as he looks onto a list of antibiotics, which should help force out the virus. He then looks back into the microscope and gasps, "Iodine?" He zooms in on the slide under the microscope and then turns around back to the computer. "Dear God, how did Iodine get into her bloodstream?"
To Be Continued.
Disclaimer: I do not own or hold copyright information to the excerpt written by W. Wordsworth in this section of the story. I am also not making any money and am not aware of any illegal actions that can be held against this work. It's just a fan fiction.
Author's Notes: Now you can make assumptions on the plot as it slowly unravels more than ever before.
Gambit flips onto the roof from the support of his rod, and with the flowing of his brown trench coat on his back he becomes a shadow under the going down of the sun. He slowly walks towards the glass door of the roof until he is pushed by a gust of wind. He stumbles inside the greenhouse that is maintained by Storm. He stands and sees Ororo pounding on the floor and begins to run towards her right when another gust of wind knocks him off his feet and he rolls on the carpeted floor and into a mass of pottery filled with plants.
Once again, he looks to Ororo, and for a moment wonders why she would be knocking him over like that. Was she that serious about containing her privacy? He guessed not as he heard her screeches for air and noticed that the gusts of air were her struggle to force the oxygen into her lungs. He runs to her in a frenzy, this time watching for the current of air being pulled in by Storm and then falls to his knees at her side. "C'mon, de Cajun not see you die. Calm down, Stormy, and you breathe," he says, attempting to soothe her.
She obviously takes heed to his wisdom as she ceases to act wildly and her chest slowly began to heave up and down again as she began to intake air once more. The hives on her arms were now large, red bumps and her eyes no longer turned back to their normal color. They remained fully white, her brown iris completely hidden behind the foggy gaze in her eyes. "Remy, what is happening to me? Why could I not breathe?" she questions, knowing he would not have an answer, but just hoping for a comforting word.
"I dun know," he says as he stands up and takes her hand. He takes her over to the futon where the entire coughing catastrophe happened and lays her there, "I go get Jean up here to check you."
"No, Gambit," Ororo whimpers, almost like a child afraid to be alone, "Do not leave me, I beg of you. I am extremely at the greatest of sorrows for expressing my anger towards you earlier. I must admit that my actions were not acceptable. And I apologize for Logan as well."
"You not discourage Gambit, chere," he says with red eyes gazing to her white eyes and compassion on the soft smile that were made by his lips. He then changes the subject, still looking into her eyes, not knowing where her pupil was, but attempting to make eye contact none-the-less, "Stormy, why you thinkin' about leavin' us? We ya only family, chere."
Storm turns her face towards the back of the futon where she looks at white, iron bars. She sighs, almost knowing he was going to ask her that. "Gambit, do you not understand? You have read into my inner soul and you still cannot see why I am contemplating this? I see no success in my future. I am forever grateful of this family and proud to be a member of the X-Men, but my concerns contain nothing of that matter. I want to begin my own family. I want to live a normal life, away from all of this action and these trials. I am glad to have fought for peace, but I have dreams I wish to fulfill."
"If you go." he says but never finishes because his eyes are taken to the sound of feet coming up the stairs and to the attic. As the doorknob slowly turns Ororo's head also turns away from the iron bars and to the door. The next thing they saw was a red-haired woman carrying a tray of steamy soup accompanied with salted crackers, a glass of water, and a glass of Orange Juice.
"Logan said I might find you up here," Jean Grey says as she places the tray down on a table and walks over towards Storm. "Hank will be up soon to check your temperature and try to find out exactly what's wrong with you." She places a soft hand to Storm's forehead and rubs it gently. "Your outer temperature is still normal. Your immunity could cause a disadvantage to such a sickness," she says, giving her own diagnosis. She removes her hand then looks to Gambit, "Dinner is done and everyone else is already eating. You should hurry and fix your plate before the students get their fingers on everything."
Storm lets out a soft smile at Jean and Gambit as she begins to experience a cold sweat across her legs. She ignores it as Gambit speaks, "I'll be down in a second."
Jean telekinetically lifts the table and moves it over to the futon where Storm is laying. "Whenever you're ready, this should do good for your appetite."
"Thank you Jean," Ororo smiles with appreciation. Jean returns the smile before leaving the room with her green eyes.
"You going to be okay, chere?" Gambit asks Storm in reference to him going down for something to eat.
"I suppose so," Ororo smiles once more as she begins to sit up and face her food, "Since I know that you will be coming back I shall feel safe. Once you return we can finish our conversation," she completes. Gambit ponders giving her a kiss for a short second, but decides against it once he sees Ororo's face looking at her food and not giving Gambit any type of look.
He makes his way down the staircase, which will take him to the second floor where he planned to catch the elevator. He turned the corner and immediately ran into Jean who had been waiting there for him. "Remy, would you like to go out to see a movie tonight?" she asked, without any type of words before that. She looked at him with emerald green eyes, in a tight black skirt, and an innocent look on her face.
"What about Scott?" he asks in his familiar accent as they both walk towards the elevator.
"What about him?" she answers in question form before continuing, "It's obvious he didn't love me enough to stay for me. Besides, I realized that his shades were more blinding to me than they were to him. Gambit, I'm really attracted to you," she finished, putting exclamation and emphasis on her 'really' more than anything she had said.
"Sure. Just give me a few minutes after dinner to freshen up and tell Ororo," he says, finding himself attracted to that body and tight dress. Somehow, he couldn't keep Ororo off of his mind, though. As the elevator doors opened, Logan exited and the two of them entered. absolutely no words being said.
Logan maintained a steady walk towards the attic with his loud mountain boots making thud noises across the wood mansion floor and was muffled by the occasional luxurious rugs. He opened the door to the attic steps and closed it behind him as he walked up the steps, knowing Storm would hear the constant thuds made by his heavy choice of footwear. "Storm?" he says, as he turns the doorknob and walks into the room.
"Logan, should you not be eating dinner with the rest of them?" she asks him, surprised of his arrival into the attic. In the midst of space between her question and his answer she thinks to herself, 'None of them are making this decision easy for me.'
"I already ate," he says with a grunt as he walks to the couch, which sits across from the futon. He takes his own liberty to sit there and looks across to Storm as she coughs away from her food and proceeds to eating the soup. "Did'ja get any rest, yet, 'Ro?" he asks her with his icy blue eyes.
"No," she answers, "When I did attempt to do so I received a choking attack and nearly hyper ventilated myself to death."
"You were never known to panic before." he says curiously.
"I suppose this entire illness is playing mind games with me," she answers with a smile of insecurity on her face as she goes back to the soup.
"What happened to your eyes?" he asks, wondering why they were remaining white and not changing back to their original color. He noticed that she was not in use of her mutant abilities and it bewildered him into a state of worrying.
"Logan, please do not be alarmed," Ororo says, "I do not understand why they are remaining that way, but I trust they will return to their normal stage after some rest. Hopefully this cold will leave just as easily."
"Yer getting' yer hopes up, 'Ro. This don't seem like the average cold," he says, before sniffing the air like he normally does. "You have iodine up here?"
"No," she says, as she takes a sip of orange juice, "Perhaps Jean or Remy had placed some over one of their bruises."
The door opened without the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. This was obviously done with the skillful agility of the massive, blue-furred mutant who flipped into the room with medical attire and tools. "Ororo, I believe Jean told you I would be coming to do a few examinations," the Beast, as was his codename, said to her.
"Yes, she did," Storm replied as she backed away from her food and to the back of the bed, placing her back against the artistically designed white iron bars of the daybed.
"I can wait until you have finished your dinner," Henry 'Hank' McCoy says as he slowly walks his large blue feet over to the futon.
"I am finished," she says as Hank pulls a thermometer from a sterile container. She opens her mouth slightly as he guides the thermometer under her tongue and she sits with her mouth closed.
"I'm surprised yer done eatin' so fast, Hank," Logan says sarcastically from his place on the couch.
Beast chuckles as he checks through his medical bag for a blood contractor. Once he finds the needle-tipped tool he tells Storm he would need to take some blood. She points to the exposed arm on her left, which isn't bandaged and then watches with a thermometer in her mouth as Beast draws her crimson red blood into the container. He then removes the thermometer and gives a perplexed look to Storm, "Once again, your mutant abilities are keeping your body at normal temperature. I guess your blood is going to be the only way to find out exactly how bad you're doing."
Storm nods her head as Beast puts a small band-aid on her arm and she rests her head on a pillow with her white eyes focused on Logan who is sitting across the room. Her eyes close and then open slowly at the sound of Beast's voice, "I'll go check out this downstairs and then I'll know how to properly treat you, Ororo."
"Thank you, Hank," she says, this time with no smile as exhaustion is plainly displayed on her face. Her eyes close and she coughs a number of times before finally beginning to breathe normal. Logan and Hank watched in amazement as they saw Storm seem so helpless in a situation such as this but yet able to survive the most dangerous of foes upon a battlefield.
"From the words of W. Wordsworth, 'Three years she grew in the sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower has never sown: This child I to myself will take" '. Have a good night, Ororo," Hank says, with his normal archive of poems.
Ororo smiles in gratification before Hank leaves the room. She snuggles her head against the pillow and her hair is goes in every direction. Just as it seems she has found the right spot for the night, she opens her eyes lightly and says with half of her mouth covered by the pillow, "Logan, let me feel your hand to know that you are with me."
He almost smiles with glee as he jumps up from the chair speedily and takes Storm's hand in his. "I'm here darlin'," he says before putting his knees to the carpet and laying his head on the futon. Not exactly the most comfortable sleeping position, especially for a man with adamantium bones, but he dealt with it.
Remy walks up the attic stairs only moments after they fall asleep, and notices Ororo and Logan hand-in-hand. He closes his eyes with a bit of remorse, knowing that could have been him holding Storm's hand. He thinks again, about giving her a kiss on her forehead, but knows Logan will awake and he doesn't think Storm needs the frustration of seeing them argue. He walks back down the stairs and meets with Jean.
Just as Jean and Remy drive off, Hank examines a pinch of Storm's blood under a microscope after making a perfect DNA slide. He then looks over into his computer and a display of prints and hypothesis. "Just a wild virus," he says as he looks onto a list of antibiotics, which should help force out the virus. He then looks back into the microscope and gasps, "Iodine?" He zooms in on the slide under the microscope and then turns around back to the computer. "Dear God, how did Iodine get into her bloodstream?"
To Be Continued.
Disclaimer: I do not own or hold copyright information to the excerpt written by W. Wordsworth in this section of the story. I am also not making any money and am not aware of any illegal actions that can be held against this work. It's just a fan fiction.