A Frustrated Attempt
Peter sat in his seat in art class. He sat at a long wooden table, with two other students. He concentrated on the large sketch book in front of him; his charcoal chalk sketching on the paper furiously. A smile formed at the corners of his mouth, as he stared at the sketch. He stopped, and ran his free hand through his spiked short, jet black hair. "That's beautiful, Peter. Where'd you get the inspiration for that?" He heard from behind him.
Peter turned his head, and saw his art teacher, smiling down at the sketch book on the table in front of Peter. He looked back at the sketch, "Oh, thanks Mr. Conner." He smiled.
Peter's ice blue eyes searched the sketch, with the gleam in his eyes. He had just finished sketching a field of flowers, with a stream of water at the bottom of the sketch. Behind the field, was grass covered hills. "So, what inspired you to sketch this, Peter?" Mr. Conner asked, leaning towards the sketch.
Peter shrugged, "Well, it's not finished quite yet. But, the inspiration comes from the girl of my dreams." Peter sheepishly said.
Mr. Conner put his hand on Peter's shoulder, and smiled. Peter looked up at his teacher. "I think it's a beautiful piece." His teacher complimented.
Peter smiled back at him, and looked back at his sketch. He placed the chalk on the paper, and began moving the chalk in his hand, carefully over the paper. He was going to surprise Elizabeth with this sketch; and hopefully impress her with his hidden talent in art.
Hank replaced the empty IV bag with a full one. He was not wearing his image inducer, his blue ape like body, standing at Elizabeth's bedside. He wore his white long lab coat, with his glasses over his eyes. He brushed back his long dark blue hair, and groaned as he stared at the EKG monitor. "Nothing's changed." He said to himself.
He looked down at Elizabeth's body in the bed, with sympathy in his eyes. "You know, my lady, no one has ever brought so much worry to the institute as you have." Hank smiled, speaking to her.
He placed the pressure wrap around her limp arm, and pressed his finger onto the button to the blood pressure monitor. He stared at the monitor, as the wrap around her arm inflated. He noticed Logan standing at the observation window outside of the infirmary. He turned his attention back to the monitor that had finally read her blood pressure. He carefully took the wrap from around her arm, and hung it over the stand the monitor stood on. He grabbed the clipboard on the stand behind him, and wrote the information down.
Logan stared into the infirmary, with his dark brown eyebrows in a narrow worry line. He crossed his arms, sighing. He watched Hank writing down the information from the monitors. He looked to his side, as the phone on the wall rang. He grabbed the phone, and answered, "Hello, Xavier's Institute for the Gifted."
"Uh, yes. This is Yvonne Braddock, Elizabeth's mother? With whom am I speaking with?" Logan heard on the other line.
Logan raised his eyebrow, as he heard the voice speaking to him, with a posh, thick British accent. "Mrs. Braddock, my name's Logan. I'm on the staff here. You callin' to check up on Betsy?" Logan asked.
"Yes. I'm calling to check her progress. Brian had called me yesterday in regards to her condition," Yvonne paused, trying to hold back her tears, "Sir, please. Tell me; how is my daughter?"
Logan immediately felt the sympathy for Elizabeth's mother. If the children that were not even his worried him, he couldn't possibly imagine what a parent would be feeling with their own child lying in a coma such as Elizabeth was. Logan thought of what to tell her. He was stumped. He finally spoke, "Mrs. Braddock, how about I let you speak to the institute Doctor who's takin care of Betsy. His name's Dr. Hank McCoy. Let me get him for you." Logan said.
Logan tapped on the window. Hank looked up from the monitor at him. Logan gestured to the phone in his hand. Hank walked placed his clipboard on the stand behind him, and walked out of the infirmary. Logan handed the phone to him. "It's Betsy's mom. She wants to know how Betts is doin'." Logan explained.
Hank took the phone from Logan. Logan walked into the infirmary, and sat in the chair at Elizabeth's bedside. "Yes, Mrs. Braddock, this is Dr. McCoy." Hank answered on the phone.
"Please, Dr. McCoy. I need to know how my Betsy is doing! Brian hasn't really told me anything at all." Yvonne panicked.
Hank took off his glasses, and wiped his brow nervously. "Mrs. Braddock, I understand how you are feeling. I'm going to be truthful with you, ma'am. Elizabeth had puncture wounds at her left side of her rib cage. The fortunate part is, is that her attacker had barely missed her arteries. But, with the blood loss, and the head trauma she had received, the shock had placed her in a coma. I have been monitoring her progress; her heart rate is normal, her blood pressure is a little low, but we are doing everything we possibly can to bring her back and get her up and going." Hank explained.
Logan stared at Elizabeth's body in front of him. He heard the familiar beep from the EKG monitor, monitoring her heart rate. He shook his head, and placed his hand over hers. "Betsy, please. Come back. Open your eyes, Betts." Logan whispered.
He looked at Elizabeth's face, as her eyes remained shut. He could hear Hank outside of the infirmary, explaining to Elizabeth's mother, and trying to calm her down. He turned back to Elizabeth, and placed his chin on the hand resting over hers. He stared at her, "Betsy, Brian has come back. He's waiting for you to open your eyes, Betsy." He sighed.
Logan sighed, as he waited for her to hopefully open her eyes. Still; nothing. He buried his face into his hand, and continued to wait for some movement that she could possibly make.
Brian hurriedly opened the passenger door of Peter's black Escalade. He rushed out of the truck, and closed the door after him. Peter stepped out of his car, and watched Brian rush into the mansion through the carport door. He sighed, and closed the door after him, walking towards the mansion door.
Brian rushed up the split staircase, his feet pounding up the velvet covered steps. He reached the top of the stairs, and ran towards the right wing to Elizabeth's room. He opened her door, which was repaired by Logan after Sabertooth had broken it down. He saw her room empty, her full sized bed in the center of the room against the dark brown wooden wall. The bed was made, with her two pillows laid against her oak headboard, on top of her dark purple comforter. He walked into the room, and looked at her vanity mirror hanging against the wall above her long wooden dresser. He saw the family photo shoved into the rim of the mirror and its dark brown oak frame. He grabbed the photo, and shoved it into his pocket. He walked to her closet, and opened the door. He looked around on the floor, and saw a box hidden in the back of the closet. He knelt down, and grabbed onto the box, and dragged it out of its spot, towards him. He pulled open the top, and saw pictures piled on top of each other in the box. He dug through them, pulling out different photos of memories.
Peter walked into the infirmary, and sat in the chair next to Logan. "Anything?" Peter asked.
Logan stared at Elizabeth, and shook his head. "Where's the others?" Logan asked.
"Well, Brian and I didn't have to go to study hall today. So we got out a period early. The others are still in school." Peter answered him.
Peter ran his hand up his forehead, and through his black hair. Brian rushed into the infirmary, with photos in his hand. "I can't take this anymore! I'm going to try and wake her up!" Brian snapped, pulling a chair onto the other side of Elizabeth's bed.
Logan and Peter watched Brian scoot towards Elizabeth's bedside near her head. "Brian, your mom called today." Logan said.
Brian didn't listen. Brian held up the photo on top of the pile in his hands. He held it up in front of Elizabeth's closed eyes. He brought his face closer, so he could speak to her. The photo was of her and Brian, in Hawaii on one of their family vacations. The photo was taken a couple of years ago. In the photo, Brian held a volleyball under his arm, his blonde hair spiked up, with him wearing dark blue swimming trunks. Elizabeth had her arm rested on his right shoulder, wearing a black bikini. Her thick black hair was down, and draped over her shoulder. They were both smiling into the camera. "Betsy, remember this photo? This was of you and me in Hawaii. Dad took the picture. We had finished a game of volleyball, remember?" Brian said, holding the photo to Elizabeth's closed eyes. He waited for the hope, of her opening her eyes. Still, nothing. He dug through the photos, and held another to her face.
Logan and Peter watched Brian attempting to wake Elizabeth from her coma. Logan sighed, and stood up. He walked out of the infirmary. Peter took the seat Logan had left, and reached over to Elizabeth's forehead. He rubbed her forehead, and looked at Brian, holding up another photo, insisting for her to open her eyes. "Brian, get some rest." Peter finally said.
Brian looked at him, holding the photo in front of Elizabeth's face. "Look, Betsy's been out cold. I'm not risking for her to not wake up at all. I'm going to get her to wake up no matter what it takes." Brian frustratingly snapped.
Peter sat in his seat in art class. He sat at a long wooden table, with two other students. He concentrated on the large sketch book in front of him; his charcoal chalk sketching on the paper furiously. A smile formed at the corners of his mouth, as he stared at the sketch. He stopped, and ran his free hand through his spiked short, jet black hair. "That's beautiful, Peter. Where'd you get the inspiration for that?" He heard from behind him.
Peter turned his head, and saw his art teacher, smiling down at the sketch book on the table in front of Peter. He looked back at the sketch, "Oh, thanks Mr. Conner." He smiled.
Peter's ice blue eyes searched the sketch, with the gleam in his eyes. He had just finished sketching a field of flowers, with a stream of water at the bottom of the sketch. Behind the field, was grass covered hills. "So, what inspired you to sketch this, Peter?" Mr. Conner asked, leaning towards the sketch.
Peter shrugged, "Well, it's not finished quite yet. But, the inspiration comes from the girl of my dreams." Peter sheepishly said.
Mr. Conner put his hand on Peter's shoulder, and smiled. Peter looked up at his teacher. "I think it's a beautiful piece." His teacher complimented.
Peter smiled back at him, and looked back at his sketch. He placed the chalk on the paper, and began moving the chalk in his hand, carefully over the paper. He was going to surprise Elizabeth with this sketch; and hopefully impress her with his hidden talent in art.
Hank replaced the empty IV bag with a full one. He was not wearing his image inducer, his blue ape like body, standing at Elizabeth's bedside. He wore his white long lab coat, with his glasses over his eyes. He brushed back his long dark blue hair, and groaned as he stared at the EKG monitor. "Nothing's changed." He said to himself.
He looked down at Elizabeth's body in the bed, with sympathy in his eyes. "You know, my lady, no one has ever brought so much worry to the institute as you have." Hank smiled, speaking to her.
He placed the pressure wrap around her limp arm, and pressed his finger onto the button to the blood pressure monitor. He stared at the monitor, as the wrap around her arm inflated. He noticed Logan standing at the observation window outside of the infirmary. He turned his attention back to the monitor that had finally read her blood pressure. He carefully took the wrap from around her arm, and hung it over the stand the monitor stood on. He grabbed the clipboard on the stand behind him, and wrote the information down.
Logan stared into the infirmary, with his dark brown eyebrows in a narrow worry line. He crossed his arms, sighing. He watched Hank writing down the information from the monitors. He looked to his side, as the phone on the wall rang. He grabbed the phone, and answered, "Hello, Xavier's Institute for the Gifted."
"Uh, yes. This is Yvonne Braddock, Elizabeth's mother? With whom am I speaking with?" Logan heard on the other line.
Logan raised his eyebrow, as he heard the voice speaking to him, with a posh, thick British accent. "Mrs. Braddock, my name's Logan. I'm on the staff here. You callin' to check up on Betsy?" Logan asked.
"Yes. I'm calling to check her progress. Brian had called me yesterday in regards to her condition," Yvonne paused, trying to hold back her tears, "Sir, please. Tell me; how is my daughter?"
Logan immediately felt the sympathy for Elizabeth's mother. If the children that were not even his worried him, he couldn't possibly imagine what a parent would be feeling with their own child lying in a coma such as Elizabeth was. Logan thought of what to tell her. He was stumped. He finally spoke, "Mrs. Braddock, how about I let you speak to the institute Doctor who's takin care of Betsy. His name's Dr. Hank McCoy. Let me get him for you." Logan said.
Logan tapped on the window. Hank looked up from the monitor at him. Logan gestured to the phone in his hand. Hank walked placed his clipboard on the stand behind him, and walked out of the infirmary. Logan handed the phone to him. "It's Betsy's mom. She wants to know how Betts is doin'." Logan explained.
Hank took the phone from Logan. Logan walked into the infirmary, and sat in the chair at Elizabeth's bedside. "Yes, Mrs. Braddock, this is Dr. McCoy." Hank answered on the phone.
"Please, Dr. McCoy. I need to know how my Betsy is doing! Brian hasn't really told me anything at all." Yvonne panicked.
Hank took off his glasses, and wiped his brow nervously. "Mrs. Braddock, I understand how you are feeling. I'm going to be truthful with you, ma'am. Elizabeth had puncture wounds at her left side of her rib cage. The fortunate part is, is that her attacker had barely missed her arteries. But, with the blood loss, and the head trauma she had received, the shock had placed her in a coma. I have been monitoring her progress; her heart rate is normal, her blood pressure is a little low, but we are doing everything we possibly can to bring her back and get her up and going." Hank explained.
Logan stared at Elizabeth's body in front of him. He heard the familiar beep from the EKG monitor, monitoring her heart rate. He shook his head, and placed his hand over hers. "Betsy, please. Come back. Open your eyes, Betts." Logan whispered.
He looked at Elizabeth's face, as her eyes remained shut. He could hear Hank outside of the infirmary, explaining to Elizabeth's mother, and trying to calm her down. He turned back to Elizabeth, and placed his chin on the hand resting over hers. He stared at her, "Betsy, Brian has come back. He's waiting for you to open your eyes, Betsy." He sighed.
Logan sighed, as he waited for her to hopefully open her eyes. Still; nothing. He buried his face into his hand, and continued to wait for some movement that she could possibly make.
Brian hurriedly opened the passenger door of Peter's black Escalade. He rushed out of the truck, and closed the door after him. Peter stepped out of his car, and watched Brian rush into the mansion through the carport door. He sighed, and closed the door after him, walking towards the mansion door.
Brian rushed up the split staircase, his feet pounding up the velvet covered steps. He reached the top of the stairs, and ran towards the right wing to Elizabeth's room. He opened her door, which was repaired by Logan after Sabertooth had broken it down. He saw her room empty, her full sized bed in the center of the room against the dark brown wooden wall. The bed was made, with her two pillows laid against her oak headboard, on top of her dark purple comforter. He walked into the room, and looked at her vanity mirror hanging against the wall above her long wooden dresser. He saw the family photo shoved into the rim of the mirror and its dark brown oak frame. He grabbed the photo, and shoved it into his pocket. He walked to her closet, and opened the door. He looked around on the floor, and saw a box hidden in the back of the closet. He knelt down, and grabbed onto the box, and dragged it out of its spot, towards him. He pulled open the top, and saw pictures piled on top of each other in the box. He dug through them, pulling out different photos of memories.
Peter walked into the infirmary, and sat in the chair next to Logan. "Anything?" Peter asked.
Logan stared at Elizabeth, and shook his head. "Where's the others?" Logan asked.
"Well, Brian and I didn't have to go to study hall today. So we got out a period early. The others are still in school." Peter answered him.
Peter ran his hand up his forehead, and through his black hair. Brian rushed into the infirmary, with photos in his hand. "I can't take this anymore! I'm going to try and wake her up!" Brian snapped, pulling a chair onto the other side of Elizabeth's bed.
Logan and Peter watched Brian scoot towards Elizabeth's bedside near her head. "Brian, your mom called today." Logan said.
Brian didn't listen. Brian held up the photo on top of the pile in his hands. He held it up in front of Elizabeth's closed eyes. He brought his face closer, so he could speak to her. The photo was of her and Brian, in Hawaii on one of their family vacations. The photo was taken a couple of years ago. In the photo, Brian held a volleyball under his arm, his blonde hair spiked up, with him wearing dark blue swimming trunks. Elizabeth had her arm rested on his right shoulder, wearing a black bikini. Her thick black hair was down, and draped over her shoulder. They were both smiling into the camera. "Betsy, remember this photo? This was of you and me in Hawaii. Dad took the picture. We had finished a game of volleyball, remember?" Brian said, holding the photo to Elizabeth's closed eyes. He waited for the hope, of her opening her eyes. Still, nothing. He dug through the photos, and held another to her face.
Logan and Peter watched Brian attempting to wake Elizabeth from her coma. Logan sighed, and stood up. He walked out of the infirmary. Peter took the seat Logan had left, and reached over to Elizabeth's forehead. He rubbed her forehead, and looked at Brian, holding up another photo, insisting for her to open her eyes. "Brian, get some rest." Peter finally said.
Brian looked at him, holding the photo in front of Elizabeth's face. "Look, Betsy's been out cold. I'm not risking for her to not wake up at all. I'm going to get her to wake up no matter what it takes." Brian frustratingly snapped.
