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The young girl, laying on the bed rubbed her eyes. They burned, and stung. For the last few hours she squeezed out so many tears. Also Screams, so that her voice was hoarse, she had banged the back of her leg on the table when she fell back from her reflection; giving her a nasty bruise that wouldn't be seen due to her new skin condition.
At first she thought perhaps she saw Kurt behind her, but when she looked.. she realized... It was her. Her distress called the attention to the Mr. McCoy and Logan, both ran into the room. She fainted after another glance in the mirror, and Logan caught her in time. Small breaths escaped her lips, and her soft furry gently brushed across his arms as he lifted her upon the med bed.
He noticed her arm had a red blotch upon it, most likely a result of her pulling the iv's out of her arm. The liquid from the bag had dripped into a small puddle on the floor, which Logan dually noted to clean up later. Mr. McCoy, on the other hand, reafixiated the iv's, taping them securely upon her arm after discreetly inserting the needles. Kitty flinched but was not awakened.
"Kid, I wish you'd be more careful..." Logan sighed softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes after Mr. McCoy left. Kitty moaned, turning, and Mr. McCoy re-entered the room with heavy footsteps, followed by the sound of turning wheels. Logan wrinkled his nose at a smell he disdained.
"I brought smelling salts to return Kitty's consciousness." Mr. McCoy informed him, stepping towards Kitty's almost limp body.
"So I noticed.." He replied, moving into a corner and leaning on to the wall. He then crossed his arms, watching Kitty carefully.
'Kitty?' The Professor projected mentally, fingers resting upon his temples. Kitty's eyes fluttered,
"Professor?"
~ ~ ~
Kitty took the news hard, she didn't understand nor did she want to. She wanted... she wanted to be herself. And no matter what they said she wouldn't be assured. It couldn't be okay. She had become what she feared...
"What did I do to deserve this?" Her voice asked the ceiling, as her eyelids remained rested over her gaze. The bed sheets contained ripples that bunched over her legs, and the smell of the newly planted jasamine wafted into her room through the window. The smell was once so comforting reminding her of when Jean and and her took a weekend for themselves to buy the flowers and bury their roots safely within the expanding garden. It now only caused a headache, which gave her the incentive to rise and close the window with a small click.
Her legs felt heavy, and back sore beyond words. She attempted to stretch, but a breath of pain escaped her throat, so she gave up. Sinking to the floor she wrapped her arms about her shoulders, feeling only discust for the furry exterior.
"Why.. why.." She shook, completely collapsing upon her wooden floor, hair covering her face, and silently falling onto the floor. A pain dug into her hip, from hard floor, she shifted her position turning into a fetal ball.
"Kitty?"
"Kurt.. no, not yet, she isn't ready."
Kitty's pointed ears perked at the noises, it was Scott and Kurt...
"But.."
"No Kurt."
She heard a heavy sigh, footsteps then disappearing down the hall.
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The young girl, laying on the bed rubbed her eyes. They burned, and stung. For the last few hours she squeezed out so many tears. Also Screams, so that her voice was hoarse, she had banged the back of her leg on the table when she fell back from her reflection; giving her a nasty bruise that wouldn't be seen due to her new skin condition.
At first she thought perhaps she saw Kurt behind her, but when she looked.. she realized... It was her. Her distress called the attention to the Mr. McCoy and Logan, both ran into the room. She fainted after another glance in the mirror, and Logan caught her in time. Small breaths escaped her lips, and her soft furry gently brushed across his arms as he lifted her upon the med bed.
He noticed her arm had a red blotch upon it, most likely a result of her pulling the iv's out of her arm. The liquid from the bag had dripped into a small puddle on the floor, which Logan dually noted to clean up later. Mr. McCoy, on the other hand, reafixiated the iv's, taping them securely upon her arm after discreetly inserting the needles. Kitty flinched but was not awakened.
"Kid, I wish you'd be more careful..." Logan sighed softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes after Mr. McCoy left. Kitty moaned, turning, and Mr. McCoy re-entered the room with heavy footsteps, followed by the sound of turning wheels. Logan wrinkled his nose at a smell he disdained.
"I brought smelling salts to return Kitty's consciousness." Mr. McCoy informed him, stepping towards Kitty's almost limp body.
"So I noticed.." He replied, moving into a corner and leaning on to the wall. He then crossed his arms, watching Kitty carefully.
'Kitty?' The Professor projected mentally, fingers resting upon his temples. Kitty's eyes fluttered,
"Professor?"
~ ~ ~
Kitty took the news hard, she didn't understand nor did she want to. She wanted... she wanted to be herself. And no matter what they said she wouldn't be assured. It couldn't be okay. She had become what she feared...
"What did I do to deserve this?" Her voice asked the ceiling, as her eyelids remained rested over her gaze. The bed sheets contained ripples that bunched over her legs, and the smell of the newly planted jasamine wafted into her room through the window. The smell was once so comforting reminding her of when Jean and and her took a weekend for themselves to buy the flowers and bury their roots safely within the expanding garden. It now only caused a headache, which gave her the incentive to rise and close the window with a small click.
Her legs felt heavy, and back sore beyond words. She attempted to stretch, but a breath of pain escaped her throat, so she gave up. Sinking to the floor she wrapped her arms about her shoulders, feeling only discust for the furry exterior.
"Why.. why.." She shook, completely collapsing upon her wooden floor, hair covering her face, and silently falling onto the floor. A pain dug into her hip, from hard floor, she shifted her position turning into a fetal ball.
"Kitty?"
"Kurt.. no, not yet, she isn't ready."
Kitty's pointed ears perked at the noises, it was Scott and Kurt...
"But.."
"No Kurt."
She heard a heavy sigh, footsteps then disappearing down the hall.
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