Kitty was waiting outside in the waiting area, pacing back and forth. The bullet had barely grazed her, Kurt had gotten the worst. The doctor said he had gotten an infection from the bullet, when the doctors came out she ran towards them. The doctor's face betrayed his next sentence.

"Kurt Wagner is," He hesitated, "dead." The scream that hit the air caused people to cover their ears. Logan caught Kitty before she hit the ground in a dead faint. Everyone gasped, Rogue was crying in the corner. They all stared at Kitty, whom they knew was the worst out of all of them.

Kurt had been her best friend; he had always been there for her and now he was gone. She had spent the whole ambulance ride asking Kurt to stay alive and now she found out that he was gone. Her scream had pierced their hearts.

At the mansion she was put to bed, the doctor had given her a bottle of sleeping pills. She had woken up from her faint trembling and talking a mile a minute. They had given her a sedative before she had gotten home. She got up from her bed and took the bottle, phasing out the room she went to Kurt's and lay down on his bed. She breathed in hard and smelled his musk on the sheets; a sole tear fell from her eye, she felt numb.

She looked at the picture of them on his bedside and took it holding it in her arms. She took a pill and hesitantly took another, so that she would quickly fall asleep.