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Disclaimer: Does anyone know where I can find Tainz an X-Man? To keep as her very own? She'd like Rogue, Kurt, Logan, Remy or Meggan. (Okay, so technically Meggan's Excalibur....so what?) If you do know, please tell me so I can shut her up!!! She doesn't own one, but her insane wishing that she did is driving me mad!!
Chapter 4: A Ray of Light
Dawn was abruptly pulled from her imaginings of walking and being whole again by the nurse coming in. Dawn groaned and asked to be left alone.
"I have to check your circulation, you know that. With you lying here all the time, you might lose circulation to your extremities, which could result in an infection." The whole spiel had been repeated to Dawn so many times by every nurse on the ward that it was more of an automatic recording than an explanation.
The nurse pulled down the blankets and reached for Dawn's feet, ready to squeeze the toenails to make sure that the blood would flow back at an acceptable speed. Dawn closed her eyes, tired of the whole routine. The nurse would hang around for a few minutes, then leave. The nurse probably wouldn't even notice if Dawn fell asleep.
Dawn yelped. "Get your icy hands off me! They're so cold it hurts."
The nurse pulled her hands away and gaped at Dawn for a minute. "What did you say?"
"Your hands are cold..." Dawn trailed off, suddenly realising the significance of that statement.
"Did you really feel it?" the nurse asked eagerly.
A very shocked Dawn nodded and the nurse tore out of the room to go find a doctor.
The rest of Dawn's day was a whirlwind of tests and visits with specialists, trying to figure out why she, all of a sudden, could feel her feet, even if she could only feel cold. When she finally was put back to bed that night, she was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. It was only a matter of minutes before she was sound asleep.
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At 11:00 the next morning, Kurt stepped into the bright sunlight outside the church. He'd woken up early, had breakfast and gone to church, surprised to find that his "nap" from yesterday had lasted all night. He blinked rapidly, adjusting to the sunlight and found himself wondering what he was going to do with the rest of his day. He thought about going sightseeing, but that didn't have any appeal and, besides, he had all week to be a tourist.
After thinking for a while, he went and rented a bicycle and headed back to the abandoned fairground. He'd seen a poster that his circus was going to be appearing there on Wednesday, and he was thinking about visiting his old friends and family. If they weren't there yet, the fairground was the place he felt most at home in Berlin.
He enjoyed the scenery as he left the congestion of the city behind and, all too soon, he found himself back at the still-empty fairground. Sighing, he pushed the bike into the woods and started climbing trees. He sprang from limb to limb until he felt too tired to continue, which was, for him, an amazingly short time. Despite his extremely long nap, Kurt didn't feel a whole lot more rested than he had the day before. If anything, he felt even more tired.
The branch he was crouching on seemed to bend and sway, which was impossible, as there was no wind and it was a very thick limb anyway. He felt unbalanced and sluggish, his reactions were slowed down. Just as it occurred to him to 'port to the ground, the ground rushed up and he smashed into it.
He woke up a few minutes later to a searing pain in his right wrist. Choking back a scream of agony, Kurt turned off his image inducer and looked at his damaged limb. His entire hand was turning purple and, when he compared his two wrists, something was definitely out of place.
Kurt was terrified. He couldn't get back to Bayville and Hank like this, but he couldn't go to a hospital, either. One look at him and any doctor would either scream in fright, try to disect him or refer him to a veterinarian.
With his shaking left hand, he pulled his cell phone out of one of his many pockets. Slowly, he pressed the speed-dial button that would connect him to the school. Kitty picked up.
"Hello?" she said.
"Kitty! I have to speak to Hank!" Kurt exclaimed, his accent heavier than normal after two days of speaking German almost solely.
"Kurt? Is that, like, you? It's like five in the morning. Can't you call back later?
"No, I cannot. I have to talk vith Hank right now. I think that I have broken my wrist."
"Oh my god! You poor thing. I'll, like, go wake him up." Kitty apparently dropped the phone, as Kurt heard a loud crash that make him wince.
A few minutes later, Hank's voice came on the line. "Hello, Kurt. Kitty says that you have been injured?"
"Ja. I fell out of a tree. I think my wrist is broken and I do not know vhat to do."
"Wait. You fell out of a tree? Kurt, is something else wrong?"
"I got dizzy. I fell. There is nothing more to say. Right now, I have to do something about my wrist. It really hurts." Kurt swallowed against the tears that threatened to spill out.
Hank's voice was tinged with concern. "Kurt, you have to go to a hospital. There's something else wrong with you. I'm sure of it."
"I cannot just valk into a hospital! Even if I could leave my image inducer on, they vould know about me as soon as they saw an x-ray." Kurt gave a muffled sob, thinking about how he'd be treated.
"Are you still in Berlin?"
"Ja."
"Then we're in luck. I have a mutant colleague in Berlin whom I met a year ago while he was vacationing in the US He works out of Krankenhaus Berlin, treating mutants secretly. He has an entire staff of mutants and if I give him a call and explain things, I know that he'll help you."
"Are you sure? I don't vant to...to get hurt."
"Yes, I'm sure. I will call you back in a little while and tell you where to meet him."
"Danke, Herr McCoy."
"You're welcome Kurt. Now, just hang tight and I will call you back in a few minutes." Hank hung up and Kurt waited, cradling his injured wrist.
After a few minutes, Kurt's phone rang and he fumbled with it. Hank told Kurt to go to the hospital and wait just outside of the Emergency area. Dr. Heschler would come and find him. Kurt thanked Hank again and, one-handed, pulled his bike out of the bushes and started pedalling. He didn't know how long he'd be at the hospital, and he didn't want to pay late fees on his rental.
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Kurt waited as he'd been told to and, after a few minutes, a dark haired man came up to him.
"Kurt Wagner?" the man said questioningly. At Kurt's nod, the man continued. "I am Dr. Heschler. If you come with me, we'll go get you fixed up, okay?"
Kurt smiled at the man and held out his left hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
Dr. Heschler's eyes widened a bit when he felt the fur on Kurt's hand but, to his credit, that was his only reaction. He never said a word about it.
"Just follow me," he said gently, walking away from Kurt.
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Okay guys, please review this one! I realise that the new Harry Potter book came out the day after I posted the last chapter, but I'd still like to get some reviews on this. If you think that there's something wrong with my writing, and you haven't reviewed because you don't want to hurt my feelings, don't worry about it. I'm getting desperate and will even accept flames!! Please, please review!
I'm done my desperate begging now. Sorry about that. I figure there will be about another 6-8 chapters of this...possibly a few more than that, because we're four chapters in and none of the really important stuff has happened yet. Sorry this is so draggy and slow, but I have to get everyone from point A to point B so that the real story can come into play.
