SkyElf sat staring at Moira in disbelief, holding StarPryde and
Johanna's hands tightly in his own.
"You're joking, ja?" he asked. "To get me and Pete to quit smoking perhaps?" Sadly, Moira shook her head and StarPryde buried her face in SkyElf's neck and Johanna bowed her head, her hair covering her face.
"Ah'm sorry." Moira sighed. "The bastard hid for a long toime."
"Is there anything...to stop it?" SkyElf asked slowly.
"We could try chemotherapy but..." Moira shrugged helplessly. "It's taken over a large part of your lower lungs with your right one getting the worst of it."
Johanna ran out of the room. SkyElf and StarPryde watched helplessly until SkyElf had a sudden hacking attack, his body doubling over painfully as blood and spit hit the floor. ***
Johanna went straight to Nightcrawler, tears still falling down her cheeks.
"I need to borrow the jet." She said.
"Where are you going?" Nightcrawler asked, all ready knowing the answer to that one.
"Just let me borrow it." Johanna insisted.
"Be careful flying to America." Nightcrawler advised. "Their government tends to get worried when mutants show a sign of any intelligence like their own."
Nodding, Johanna phased down to the hanger and then into their jet. Trying to keep herself calm, she flipped a few switches and started the engines.
Kurt was coming home; whether the son of a bitch wanted to or not.
"You're joking, ja?" he asked. "To get me and Pete to quit smoking perhaps?" Sadly, Moira shook her head and StarPryde buried her face in SkyElf's neck and Johanna bowed her head, her hair covering her face.
"Ah'm sorry." Moira sighed. "The bastard hid for a long toime."
"Is there anything...to stop it?" SkyElf asked slowly.
"We could try chemotherapy but..." Moira shrugged helplessly. "It's taken over a large part of your lower lungs with your right one getting the worst of it."
Johanna ran out of the room. SkyElf and StarPryde watched helplessly until SkyElf had a sudden hacking attack, his body doubling over painfully as blood and spit hit the floor. ***
Johanna went straight to Nightcrawler, tears still falling down her cheeks.
"I need to borrow the jet." She said.
"Where are you going?" Nightcrawler asked, all ready knowing the answer to that one.
"Just let me borrow it." Johanna insisted.
"Be careful flying to America." Nightcrawler advised. "Their government tends to get worried when mutants show a sign of any intelligence like their own."
Nodding, Johanna phased down to the hanger and then into their jet. Trying to keep herself calm, she flipped a few switches and started the engines.
Kurt was coming home; whether the son of a bitch wanted to or not.