Chapter 16! Yay! Not much to say here, though…
MetaChi: I did? Where? *Goes back to look* Hmm…yesh, action is good. Action me likey!! It is good! I feel so bad for him! *Sob* Yeah, I guess Logan is pretty cool. Not one of my favorites though…just a preference! I'm glad you liked it!! I have no idea. Supposedly some big surge or something. I'm just glad I didn't lose power!!
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Kurt awoke slowly the next day to find he was sore from the waist up, he had a pounding headache, and that he really didn't feel like moving anywhere for any thing. And though he was ravenously hungry (even more so than usual), the mere thought of food made his stomach turn. He groaned, and laid a bandaged arm across his eyes.
"Nice to see you've come around." The voice was quiet, and very carefully calculated to be noticeable, but not intrude into his head or make the pain there worse. He wondered how the speaker could know just what tone and volume to use, and realized that he knew how she did it. She shared his pain, didn't she? So she would know what to do to not make it worse.
"Vhat happened?" he asked slowly, not removing his arm. There was a pause as Janella considered her words.
"You were in a car accident, Kurt," she said in that same measured, even voice. "A bad one. No one was hurt though, except you. You almost died." The suppressed pain in her voice told him she had felt every bit of that 'almost.'
"I didn't though, did I?" he asked, softly.
"Well obviously not," Janella said with a small laugh.
"Ah Kurt, it is good to see you're awake." That was Professor X. Kurt didn't know if he had just entered the room, or been there the whole time, and frankly he didn't care. He didn't care much about anything. He didn't have the energy. The Professor spoke again, using the same tone and volume as Janella had been. "You may go, Janella. Tell the others that he's awake, but warn them that they'll be unable to visit him for several days now." There was a moment's silence. "Janella. You may go." There was a series of muffled rustlings and the scraping sound of a chair being pushed back. The door swung open and closed.
"She was quite worried about you, Kurt," Professor X said softly when she had gone. "All of them were, but none quite so much as she. We had to compel her to leave, to eat and get some rest. She seemed convinced that if she left for even a second, you'd die on her."
"How'd you manage to…?"
"Force, mainly," Xavier said frankly. "Choice use of certain medications to get her to sleep. She had banged herself up badly in her rush to get to you, and-"
"Vhat, exactly, happened, Professor?" Kurt asked, removing his arm from his face, very gingerly, and staring up at the stark white ceiling, bathed in a gentle glow meant to sooth. The Professor was silent for a moment, before recounting the story.
"Did all of zat really happen?" Kurt asked when he was finished. "I don't remember a thing…"
"And you probably won't for a while," the Professor cautioned. "You suffered some severe head trauma, it's only logical that there will be some temporary memory loss. As you heal, though, you should remember anything you can't now."
"But what if I forget what I forgot, and can't remember to check if I remember?" he asked, quite seriously.
"Er…I don't think that'll be a problem, Kurt," the Professor assured him quickly. Kurt looked down from the ceiling and found that he can see a bit of the room without having to move more than his eyes, which pleased him. He looked around and saw the Professor, in his wheelchair by the end of his bed. The older man smiled encouragingly at him, and he continued to survey the room. It was a typical infirmary room, much like the one Janella had been staying in when she was still bed-ridden.
"The good news is that you didn't break any bones, so you should not be held abed for too long," Professor X informed him. "A few days to let your body recover from the shock inflicted on it, maybe a day or two more to make sure everything's working properly."
"All right, Professor," Kurt said. He would have nodded, but decided against it. He was feeling exhausted now, and rather hoped Professor X would leave soon, so he could just go back to sleep.
"I understand that your feeling tired, Kurt," Professor X said, as if he had read his mind. Actually, he probably had. "So I'll be leaving you to your rest now. At the moment, sleep is imperative to your recovery." With that said, the older man nodded and turned, heading for the door. Before he could get there, though, it opened, harsh fluorescent light from the hall beyond streaming in and framing Janella's figure, her one wing swathed in gauzy bandages. She bowed shortly to the Professor, holding the door open for him to pass, and then entered, followed by Ororo and Mr. McCoy. Kurt groaned. He didn't want any more company right now.
"Don't worry Kurt," Ororo reassured him. "We won't be here long, and hopefully you'll be long asleep by the time we leave."
"Promise?" All three of them laughed, and Hank held up a syringe, which looked like a toy in his hand. He smiled at him.
"Don't worry, Kurt," he assured him, deftly inserting the syringe into the blue-furred arm. The drug took effect almost instantly, and as Janella gingerly settled herself into a chair in the corner of the room, Kurt drifted off to a deep, healing sleep.
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