* Chapter Three *
"Solar " Jean gently shook him by his shoulders. "Solar. Wake up. " The boy still lay there, silent and limp.
"Can't you inject him with something, Wake-Me-Up-Quick. You have enough needles that you like injecting into me." Logan stood with his hands in the pockets of jeans at the foot of the bed where Solar was lying a slight grin on his face. Jean was doing what Jean does and Storm, Xavier and Scott where sitting quietly in the corner. The mood was a lulled silence
"Logan. Don't be so stupid. He should be coming round in a couple of minutes." She lined up a row of bottles. As if by magic Solar eye's blinked open and then closed again. He groaned and put a hand to his head. Jean walked over to him.
"Solar, don't talk. You'll have a sore head, but I can give you something for that if you want. " She spoke to him as if he was a child but a semi- conscious Solar shook his head, he may be feeling like death warmed up, but he still didn't trust them. " I really think you should, a jab of this stuff and you'll be better in minutes."
"No" Solar groaned out a reply. He didn't want her pumping him up with drugs, even if it made him feel better. He'd already kicked a habit once he didn't want to do it again. He moved his left arm over his chest and felt for whatever that was in his right hand. Some sorta drip of something, but it was taped down. " Geddit out." He pointed his head in the direction of his hand.
"Solar, it's a drip. It's putting fluids into your body to stop you from dehydrating. We also need it if we have to put any drugs into you. So it would be unwise to take it out." Jean gave Solar a quick check over. You know the kind, light in eyes, hitting you with plastic hammers sorta thing. He lay there and humoured her, but meanwhile he could feel himself healing. The bright white light of the room gave enough light to start the process. He could feel the pores of his skin opening up and pulling in the light. He knew they couldn't see it, but he could feel it. The light forming itself into strands of power and wrapping itself around his muscles and bones. He could feel it sinking into his body and the deathlike feeling sapping away. It felt like no other feeling in the world.
"Solar " Jean gently shook him by his shoulders. "Solar. Wake up. " The boy still lay there, silent and limp.
"Can't you inject him with something, Wake-Me-Up-Quick. You have enough needles that you like injecting into me." Logan stood with his hands in the pockets of jeans at the foot of the bed where Solar was lying a slight grin on his face. Jean was doing what Jean does and Storm, Xavier and Scott where sitting quietly in the corner. The mood was a lulled silence
"Logan. Don't be so stupid. He should be coming round in a couple of minutes." She lined up a row of bottles. As if by magic Solar eye's blinked open and then closed again. He groaned and put a hand to his head. Jean walked over to him.
"Solar, don't talk. You'll have a sore head, but I can give you something for that if you want. " She spoke to him as if he was a child but a semi- conscious Solar shook his head, he may be feeling like death warmed up, but he still didn't trust them. " I really think you should, a jab of this stuff and you'll be better in minutes."
"No" Solar groaned out a reply. He didn't want her pumping him up with drugs, even if it made him feel better. He'd already kicked a habit once he didn't want to do it again. He moved his left arm over his chest and felt for whatever that was in his right hand. Some sorta drip of something, but it was taped down. " Geddit out." He pointed his head in the direction of his hand.
"Solar, it's a drip. It's putting fluids into your body to stop you from dehydrating. We also need it if we have to put any drugs into you. So it would be unwise to take it out." Jean gave Solar a quick check over. You know the kind, light in eyes, hitting you with plastic hammers sorta thing. He lay there and humoured her, but meanwhile he could feel himself healing. The bright white light of the room gave enough light to start the process. He could feel the pores of his skin opening up and pulling in the light. He knew they couldn't see it, but he could feel it. The light forming itself into strands of power and wrapping itself around his muscles and bones. He could feel it sinking into his body and the deathlike feeling sapping away. It felt like no other feeling in the world.