Childish
Disclaimer: I do not own Kurt Wagner, or any of the X-Men Marvel comic/movie/cartoon characters that may be mentioned in the duration of this piece of writing. However, Amy and her family and friends are owned by me, as I thought them into some sort of abstract reality, so no stealing them.
Chapter 4
Amy swam in an ocean of pain. She was half consious, half out of it. She could hear voices, but she tried to open her eyes and couldn't. She tried to call to them, but her mouth wouldn't work. She felt it when the needle plunged into her arm, and whatever it was that they had put in the IV bag burned through her veins. Kurt said that she would be okay, and safe, but she didn't feel like she was.
' Calm down, Amy. We've been through worse than this.' She told herself, fading in and out of herself. ' Remember? The snowstorm last year, when Lillah decided to beat you up and you broke your arm trying to get away from her, the first attack.' She shuddered as she remembered the first attack of her strange illness.
She had been in school at the time, and had asked to go to the bathroom. When she had gotten in there, a strange dizzy spell had hit her and she had fallen to the floor, having lost her breath at the same time. Everything had gone black, and when she had woken up, there was a small pool of blood under her head and across her mouth and school was out. She had cleaned herself up and went to her locker, collecting her things like everything was normal; gone home, taken a shower, and fallen asleep at her computer. She had completely forgotten about it until she had an attack in public. It was mostly dizzy and blackout spells that she had, so that doctor didn't know what was wrong with her. She had never told them about the blood, and didn't think that she would. She knew what she had, and didn't need some silly doctor poking and prodding at her to try and figure out what it was.
She had consumption.
* * *
" Jean, is she going to be okay?" Kurt asked the next morning, nervously buttering a bagel that he knew he wouldn't be able to eat.
" I don't know. I gave her a penicillin shot, and that should have worked." Jean said from behind her paper. " Oh no."
She threw down her paper and started running to the entrance to the labs under the Institute. Kurt ran after her. " What happened? What have you done to her?" He shouted, anger boiling in his blood.
" She's not reacting well to the penicillin. I think she might be allergic to it." Jean said as she fought with the hand scanner.
Kurt grabbed her around the waist and teleported them to the room that Amy was in. She wasn't fighting anything, wasn't moving at all, in fact. " Save her!" Kurt said, scrabbling at Amy's hand and holding it tightly.
Someone came through the door, and Kurt turned to see that it was Logan. He had been patching a few students up after a nasty training accident. " Who's that?"
" My friend." Kurt said shortly, turning back to Amy, whispering to her. " Please Amy, I don't want to lose you, I don't want to leave your mother with no one. I don't want to lose another friend."
" This kidlet means a lot to you, don't she?" Logan asked, folding his arms over his broad chest.
" Ja, she does." Kurt managed to get out around the lump in his throat.
" Budge over." Logan moved faster than Kurt could have anticipated. " Jean, answer me something."
" Yes?" Jean looked saddened, as if she saw something in Amy that Kurt or Logan didn't, or maybe she just didn't want to lose a patient.
" My healing abilities worked for Marie a few times, and they are natural, in my blood. So do you think that pumping her full of my blood would help this little bit right here?" He was serious too, and Kurt was surprised that he was offering something so bizzare.
" A blood transfusion?" Jean got ready the needles. " Let's hope this works."
She took the bag of fluid off the IV, hooked a needle into Logan's arm, and then made sure that his needle was connected to the bag. Kurt stared at the blood entering the needle, urging it on into the bag, filling it up and then spilling into the tube that fed into Amy.
" I really hope the kidlet appreciates this, seeing as how much I hate needles." Logan growled, looking away from his arm and at Amy. " Who is she anyway?"
" Amy." Kurt said.
" This is Amy?" Logan asked, his eyes widening. " The way you carried on about her you had us thinking she was some hot chick that you were lusting after." Logan grimaced. " Oh yuck."
Kurt grimaced as well, thinking that he had spoken a little strongly about her, but it wasn't often that he had a freind he could talk to like her, or one that understood him so well without being almost exactly like him.
" Kurt?" Her voice was a bare whisper, but it was there. He jumped and immeditaly looked at her.
" Yes, little one?" He asked, glad to see that her cheeks were gaining color and her eyes were normal now.
" Is this gonna make me a mutant?" She asked, her eyes flicking over to the IV from Logan to her.
" I don't know." Kurt said as Jean took the needle out of Logan's arm, letting the rest of the blood drain into Amy. " Jean?"
" Well, since we've never tried this before, I don't know." Jean smiled at Amy encouragingly.
Amy groaned, letting her head loll about on the pillow as her unoccupied hand grasped at Nobeard. " My mom's gonna kill me, I swear."
Kurt laughed a little. " Don't worry about that, Amy. Xavier will fix everything for you, I promise."
Amy sighed, closing her eyes. " Since you seem so keen on making outrageous promises, I guess it's good that you always keep them." Her voice faded away as she fell into sleep again, and Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. She was going to be okay.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kurt Wagner, or any of the X-Men Marvel comic/movie/cartoon characters that may be mentioned in the duration of this piece of writing. However, Amy and her family and friends are owned by me, as I thought them into some sort of abstract reality, so no stealing them.
Chapter 4
Amy swam in an ocean of pain. She was half consious, half out of it. She could hear voices, but she tried to open her eyes and couldn't. She tried to call to them, but her mouth wouldn't work. She felt it when the needle plunged into her arm, and whatever it was that they had put in the IV bag burned through her veins. Kurt said that she would be okay, and safe, but she didn't feel like she was.
' Calm down, Amy. We've been through worse than this.' She told herself, fading in and out of herself. ' Remember? The snowstorm last year, when Lillah decided to beat you up and you broke your arm trying to get away from her, the first attack.' She shuddered as she remembered the first attack of her strange illness.
She had been in school at the time, and had asked to go to the bathroom. When she had gotten in there, a strange dizzy spell had hit her and she had fallen to the floor, having lost her breath at the same time. Everything had gone black, and when she had woken up, there was a small pool of blood under her head and across her mouth and school was out. She had cleaned herself up and went to her locker, collecting her things like everything was normal; gone home, taken a shower, and fallen asleep at her computer. She had completely forgotten about it until she had an attack in public. It was mostly dizzy and blackout spells that she had, so that doctor didn't know what was wrong with her. She had never told them about the blood, and didn't think that she would. She knew what she had, and didn't need some silly doctor poking and prodding at her to try and figure out what it was.
She had consumption.
* * *
" Jean, is she going to be okay?" Kurt asked the next morning, nervously buttering a bagel that he knew he wouldn't be able to eat.
" I don't know. I gave her a penicillin shot, and that should have worked." Jean said from behind her paper. " Oh no."
She threw down her paper and started running to the entrance to the labs under the Institute. Kurt ran after her. " What happened? What have you done to her?" He shouted, anger boiling in his blood.
" She's not reacting well to the penicillin. I think she might be allergic to it." Jean said as she fought with the hand scanner.
Kurt grabbed her around the waist and teleported them to the room that Amy was in. She wasn't fighting anything, wasn't moving at all, in fact. " Save her!" Kurt said, scrabbling at Amy's hand and holding it tightly.
Someone came through the door, and Kurt turned to see that it was Logan. He had been patching a few students up after a nasty training accident. " Who's that?"
" My friend." Kurt said shortly, turning back to Amy, whispering to her. " Please Amy, I don't want to lose you, I don't want to leave your mother with no one. I don't want to lose another friend."
" This kidlet means a lot to you, don't she?" Logan asked, folding his arms over his broad chest.
" Ja, she does." Kurt managed to get out around the lump in his throat.
" Budge over." Logan moved faster than Kurt could have anticipated. " Jean, answer me something."
" Yes?" Jean looked saddened, as if she saw something in Amy that Kurt or Logan didn't, or maybe she just didn't want to lose a patient.
" My healing abilities worked for Marie a few times, and they are natural, in my blood. So do you think that pumping her full of my blood would help this little bit right here?" He was serious too, and Kurt was surprised that he was offering something so bizzare.
" A blood transfusion?" Jean got ready the needles. " Let's hope this works."
She took the bag of fluid off the IV, hooked a needle into Logan's arm, and then made sure that his needle was connected to the bag. Kurt stared at the blood entering the needle, urging it on into the bag, filling it up and then spilling into the tube that fed into Amy.
" I really hope the kidlet appreciates this, seeing as how much I hate needles." Logan growled, looking away from his arm and at Amy. " Who is she anyway?"
" Amy." Kurt said.
" This is Amy?" Logan asked, his eyes widening. " The way you carried on about her you had us thinking she was some hot chick that you were lusting after." Logan grimaced. " Oh yuck."
Kurt grimaced as well, thinking that he had spoken a little strongly about her, but it wasn't often that he had a freind he could talk to like her, or one that understood him so well without being almost exactly like him.
" Kurt?" Her voice was a bare whisper, but it was there. He jumped and immeditaly looked at her.
" Yes, little one?" He asked, glad to see that her cheeks were gaining color and her eyes were normal now.
" Is this gonna make me a mutant?" She asked, her eyes flicking over to the IV from Logan to her.
" I don't know." Kurt said as Jean took the needle out of Logan's arm, letting the rest of the blood drain into Amy. " Jean?"
" Well, since we've never tried this before, I don't know." Jean smiled at Amy encouragingly.
Amy groaned, letting her head loll about on the pillow as her unoccupied hand grasped at Nobeard. " My mom's gonna kill me, I swear."
Kurt laughed a little. " Don't worry about that, Amy. Xavier will fix everything for you, I promise."
Amy sighed, closing her eyes. " Since you seem so keen on making outrageous promises, I guess it's good that you always keep them." Her voice faded away as she fell into sleep again, and Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. She was going to be okay.
