I say screw school and finals. I've had enough of studying. I always fail
when I study. Strange I know but that's me.
Anyway enjoy what I've wrote. Sorry if it's not as long as I promised. The world never keeps its promises so why should I? (See what studying does to me? It makes me cynical and pissy.)
Rogue arrived with Professor Xavier, Logan and the white-haired lady (Ororo I believe her name is) just as Jean finishes removing Scott's cast. I was expecting only the professor, Jean, Scott and me but now you might as well invite the entire school to watch.
"I can't do this," I whisper out loud thinking no one would hear me. I was wrong.
Logan squeezes my shoulder. "Sure you can. You healed me."
"And look how that turned out. I passed out cold," I counter. "There are too many people. No offense but there should only be me, the patient, and the doctor. Only the professor was supposed to come and observe."
"Hey, Charles! Is there some other place where all of us, except One-Eye, Jean, and our healer, can watch without being in the room?" he asks.
"Yes," Xavier answers. "Why?"
"Mystery girl here says there'll be too many people at the start and doesn't need anybody else looking over her shoulder."
"I didn't mean it like that!" I deny. "I said that couldn't do this with so many people in the room. It messed me up when I healed Logan with you, Bobby, and Kurt in the room. I can't have you all present."
"But the damage you healed in Logan was more extensive than the damage you'll be healing in Scott," Jean argued.
"But I would feel better and in more control with the least amount of people as possible in here," I reply.
"She's right," Logan agrees. "Maybe there should only be her and Cyclops in there and the rest of us in another room."
"No. Jean, you need to stay with Scott and her just in case something goes wrong," Xavier orders. "The rest of you will follow me to another room." He leads Rogue and Ororo out the medical lab and into a room next to it with windows looking into the lab.
Logan ruffles my hair like one would do to a little child. "You'll do fine," he says before following the other three.
* * *
Jean sits across the room to give me enough privacy to heal him but close enough to help if it is needed. She has a notebook in her lap and a pen in her hand. Scott sits on a stool next to a counter with his broken arm resting on top a pillow. I can tell he is in major pain. The others are behind me. I turn and see them through the glass giving me smiles of encouragement. Rogue and Logan give me two thumbs up.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to calm myself, I peel off the sweatshirt. "Okay. Let's do this." I climb on to the counter and sit so Scott's arm is in front of me. I place a hand on the back of his and the other just below his elbow.
Scott jumps. "Jesus Christ, your hands are cold," he curses. "They're like ice."
"Ice numbs. Numb means no feeling. No feeling means no pain," I explain not knowing if it is true. Closing my eyes, I focus on taking away the pain first. Once I feel him relax somewhat, I begin healing the bone then the tissue around the break.
When my eyes open they go straight to the clock. I started at noon and it is now two o' clock. It took me two hours to heal a broken bone when it only took me less than ten minutes to heal an almost dead person! Where's the sense in that!?
Jean came over and looked at Scott's wrist. "How's it feel?" she asks him.
"Great!" he exclaims. "I feel perfectly fine. No pain or anything. A little numb though."
Rubbing my temple I say, "I think that's normal. You'll have to ask Logan."
The others come in and all had amazed looks on their faces.
"That was so amazin'!" Rogue exclaims excitedly.
"How so?" I ask. My head hurts so badly.
Professor Xavier looks at my hands then at Scott's wrist then at Logan. "I thought it was only because Logan was dying," he began, "but this proves that theory wrong."
"I have no clue to what you are all babbling about," I complain, "so would you care to enlighten me on the subject."
"It seems when you heal," explains Xavier, "that you send light, shall we call it, through your hands to the place where you're touching the injured person. 'The Light' heals the person in the area you are touching and returns to your hands when it is finished."
"What colour is 'the light'?" I ask sarcastically as my head grows worse.
"That is the strangest part. It has no colour."
All this time Logan has been studying me. He looks worried. "You alright, kid?" he asks.
"I-I don't know," I reply honestly as I begin to feel lightheaded. "Dr. Grey, can you run your tests on me while I sleep?"
Jean nods, "Yes."
"Good. Now someone catch me." I fall sideways. The last thing I see before I black out is both Scott and Logan reaching for me to stop me from crashing to the floor.
Anyway enjoy what I've wrote. Sorry if it's not as long as I promised. The world never keeps its promises so why should I? (See what studying does to me? It makes me cynical and pissy.)
Rogue arrived with Professor Xavier, Logan and the white-haired lady (Ororo I believe her name is) just as Jean finishes removing Scott's cast. I was expecting only the professor, Jean, Scott and me but now you might as well invite the entire school to watch.
"I can't do this," I whisper out loud thinking no one would hear me. I was wrong.
Logan squeezes my shoulder. "Sure you can. You healed me."
"And look how that turned out. I passed out cold," I counter. "There are too many people. No offense but there should only be me, the patient, and the doctor. Only the professor was supposed to come and observe."
"Hey, Charles! Is there some other place where all of us, except One-Eye, Jean, and our healer, can watch without being in the room?" he asks.
"Yes," Xavier answers. "Why?"
"Mystery girl here says there'll be too many people at the start and doesn't need anybody else looking over her shoulder."
"I didn't mean it like that!" I deny. "I said that couldn't do this with so many people in the room. It messed me up when I healed Logan with you, Bobby, and Kurt in the room. I can't have you all present."
"But the damage you healed in Logan was more extensive than the damage you'll be healing in Scott," Jean argued.
"But I would feel better and in more control with the least amount of people as possible in here," I reply.
"She's right," Logan agrees. "Maybe there should only be her and Cyclops in there and the rest of us in another room."
"No. Jean, you need to stay with Scott and her just in case something goes wrong," Xavier orders. "The rest of you will follow me to another room." He leads Rogue and Ororo out the medical lab and into a room next to it with windows looking into the lab.
Logan ruffles my hair like one would do to a little child. "You'll do fine," he says before following the other three.
* * *
Jean sits across the room to give me enough privacy to heal him but close enough to help if it is needed. She has a notebook in her lap and a pen in her hand. Scott sits on a stool next to a counter with his broken arm resting on top a pillow. I can tell he is in major pain. The others are behind me. I turn and see them through the glass giving me smiles of encouragement. Rogue and Logan give me two thumbs up.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly to calm myself, I peel off the sweatshirt. "Okay. Let's do this." I climb on to the counter and sit so Scott's arm is in front of me. I place a hand on the back of his and the other just below his elbow.
Scott jumps. "Jesus Christ, your hands are cold," he curses. "They're like ice."
"Ice numbs. Numb means no feeling. No feeling means no pain," I explain not knowing if it is true. Closing my eyes, I focus on taking away the pain first. Once I feel him relax somewhat, I begin healing the bone then the tissue around the break.
When my eyes open they go straight to the clock. I started at noon and it is now two o' clock. It took me two hours to heal a broken bone when it only took me less than ten minutes to heal an almost dead person! Where's the sense in that!?
Jean came over and looked at Scott's wrist. "How's it feel?" she asks him.
"Great!" he exclaims. "I feel perfectly fine. No pain or anything. A little numb though."
Rubbing my temple I say, "I think that's normal. You'll have to ask Logan."
The others come in and all had amazed looks on their faces.
"That was so amazin'!" Rogue exclaims excitedly.
"How so?" I ask. My head hurts so badly.
Professor Xavier looks at my hands then at Scott's wrist then at Logan. "I thought it was only because Logan was dying," he began, "but this proves that theory wrong."
"I have no clue to what you are all babbling about," I complain, "so would you care to enlighten me on the subject."
"It seems when you heal," explains Xavier, "that you send light, shall we call it, through your hands to the place where you're touching the injured person. 'The Light' heals the person in the area you are touching and returns to your hands when it is finished."
"What colour is 'the light'?" I ask sarcastically as my head grows worse.
"That is the strangest part. It has no colour."
All this time Logan has been studying me. He looks worried. "You alright, kid?" he asks.
"I-I don't know," I reply honestly as I begin to feel lightheaded. "Dr. Grey, can you run your tests on me while I sleep?"
Jean nods, "Yes."
"Good. Now someone catch me." I fall sideways. The last thing I see before I black out is both Scott and Logan reaching for me to stop me from crashing to the floor.