The doctors had tried to confiscate the bag of chocolate Logan came
in with the next day. They had said that the sugar would worsen his
condition and make him uncontrollable and hyper by the time Logan left him
with the doctors once more.
Logan unsheathed his claws, and the doctors magically went away.
When he entered Kurt's room, he found that he was looking at his back. Kurt was humming, rocking back and forth as he stared at the wall. It was one of the only untouched places in the room, and it served as Kurt's "happy place" when he was in one of his moods, or he thought that someone would be coming to pay him a visit of some kind.
"Kurt?" Kurt turned around, looking at Logan uncertainly for a moment before he remembered him from yesterday. Smiling brightly, he lunged forward and hugged him around the waist tightly.
"You came back!" he said, wagging his tail like a dog. Logan smiled, sitting down beside him and placing the candy bag behind him to hide it.
"I said I would didn't I?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow slightly. Kurt nodded, tilting his head to one side when he noticed the bag.
"What's that?" he asked, poking the bag with his tail. Smiling, Logan picked up the bag and hid the contents from Kurt.
"Do you remember what I promised yesterday?"
"No."
"Try." Frowning, Kurt bit his bottom lip as he tried to remember. He hummed softly to himself, trying to remember what Logan had promised him before he went to sleep yesterday. Swaying slightly, he started to hit himself in the head with a fist, muttering angrily to himself in German for not remembering. Logan took a hold of his hand tightly.
"None of that." He said sternly. Kurt bowed his head, tears falling down his cheeks silently. Sighing, Logan brushed his tears away gently. He placed the bag in Kurt's lap, showing him the contents.
"I said I was going to bring some chocolate over." He said. Kurt's sadness was forgotten when he saw the brightly wrapped bars. He took one out and gave it to Logan before he took out one for himself. Before Logan could stop him, he took a bite out of the bar, wrapper and all.
"Yuck!" Kurt spit it out, shaking his head violently. Chuckling softly, Logan took the wrapper off and showed Kurt how to eat it. Kurt laughed softly, getting chocolate all around his mouth in a matter of minutes.
"We're going to have to work on your eating manners, Kurt." Logan laughed. He sobered up slowly, thinking about something. "Kurt? Would you like to leave this place sometime?"
"Hmm?" Kurt raised his eyebrows, curling his tail up a bit.
"Would you like to leave?" Logan repeated. Kurt smiled brightly and he nodded, clapping his hands together.
"Yes!" he cried. "Oh yes! Can I go with you, Logan?" he asked. Logan wiped his hands on his pants as he stood up, smiling at Kurt.
"I'll try to pull some strings for that to work." He said. "Hopefully you'll be able to leave with me soon enough." Kurt took hold of Logan's hand and rested the palm on his brow.
"I like you." He said. "My brother Wolverine would have liked you too."
Logan faced a lot of resistance to the idea of letting Kurt come back with him to the mansion; both from the doctors and the faculty from the school itself. Both sides pointed out the fact that Kurt still suffered severe depression and swift mood swings, and that they still weren't sure about all of the things that would set Kurt off into a bout of violence towards either himself or others.
"We just can't risk that, Logan." Charles said, trying to calm the angry man down a bit. "It wouldn't be fair to Kurt or us if we took him out of the hospital prematurely."
"He believes that we're all dead, Logan." Ororo added. "If we took him back to the mansion and people kept saying that we were alive over and over again, who knows what might happen to him from that sudden realization?"
"But what if it turns out to be a good thing?" Logan countered, placing his hands on his hips. "What if taking him back to the mansion is exactly what Kurt needs to get back his sanity and memories of us?"
"He does remember us, Logan. He just believes that we died in that explosion." Scott corrected. Logan growled softly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I can't believe this." He said. "None of you will take him back! After all the years he's been on the team with us, and you all just want to leave him in that damned hospital!"
"It's the best place for him." Charles said.
"He hates it there!"
"Of course he does." Scott said. "Most inmates do when they have the problems Kurt does."
"If you all refuse to take him out of there, at least tell the doctors to leave him alone. He hates them a lot."
"Logan, we can't impose upon the men keeping Kurt alive."
"They keep giving him medication and shots! Not to mention holding him down and forcing food down his throat."
"Well maybe if Kurt would eat the food by himself they wouldn't need to force-feed him now would they?" Logan drew his claws and lunged forward, being held back by Piotr before he could stab Scott in the face.
"Don't you dare blame Kurt for this!" he raged. "It's not his fault that Kitty and Rachel left him like that!"
"Logan, Scott, both of you calm down." Charles said, slowly thinking of what to do. "I may have a solution that you both will like."
"What is it?"
"If you do not want the doctors to give Kurt the medication and shots, then they won't. You will be Kurt's caretaker from now on at the hospital. When Kurt's mood swings become less frequent and violent, we will have another talk about letting him come and live with us at the mansion.
"Is this satisfactory to both parties?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow slightly. Logan and Scott stared daggers at each other for a moment before Logan finally nodded his head a bit.
"Yeah." He said. "I agree."
"So do I."
"Good. Then I suggest that we move on to the next assignment now, shall we?"
Kurt looked up at Logan expectedly the next morning, sitting on his haunches and wagging his tail a bit.
"Can I go?" he asked. When Logan shook his head, he frowned, his tail stopping slowly. "Why not?" he asked, tilting his head to one side.
"Not for a while anyway." Logan said, sitting down. "We have to see if your mood swings and temper will get better first."
"Who said that?" Kurt snapped, narrowing his eyes dangerously.
"The man who's the head of the place where I live named Chuck." Logan explained slowly. "It doesn't mean that you can't come, you just have to control yourself first."
"I can control myself just fine!" Kurt shouted, getting to his feet angrily. "I never lose my temper!"
"Kurt..."
"You just don't want to take me, Logan!" He said, hot tears falling down his cheeks as his fists trembled at his sides.
"That's not it at all, Kurt. I wanted to take you out now but..."
"Liar!" Kurt howled, his tail slashing the air. He pointed a trembling finger at Logan, tears continuing to fall down his cheeks. "Get out!"
"Listen to me..."
"Get out!"
"Not until you let me finish."
Kurt lunged at him so suddenly that Logan was thrown onto his back and he gave out a surprised shout when Kurt slashed his claws into his face and neck, screeching wildly at him. Blood splattered on the ground and a few times on the wall as the two rolled around; Kurt trying to kill Logan, and Logan healing and trying to get Kurt off of him.
Finally, he was able to shove Kurt away, making him bang his head on the floor. Getting to his feet, Logan panted softly, the large and ugly slashes on his face healing slowly. Kurt lay where he had fallen, his body trembling violently.
"Kurt..."
"You hate me."
"No, I..."
"Go away!" Kurt curled up into a fetal position, covering his head with his arms. His tail thrashed about in agony as he sobbed. Logan just stood for a while, staring at his friend sadly before he finally turned around and left him alone.
Slowly, Kurt uncurled himself and when he saw that he was alone, he narrowed his eyes and hissed softly. He charged at the door on all fours, slamming into it head first. His head started to bleed, but he ignored this as he banged his head into the door a few times, howling swears at the lying traitor Logan.
When his rage against the door was finished, he started to rip and tear at the walls again, screeching and howling wildly as padding flew all over the place. His wounded head splattered blood everywhere, but his madness gave him the strength he needed to continue.
Throwing himself to the ground, he started to slash at himself again, cutting deeply into his arms and legs once more with his claws, still screaming and howling wildly.
The doctors came in a few minutes later, armed with their hated needles. Kurt snarled and pressed his back up against the corner, baring his fangs at them savagely. When they tried to stick him, he fought tooth and claw with them, wounding a few them very badly before one of the needles stuck him in the neck.
Kurt staggered back, pulling the needle out of his neck slowly. Hissing, he crushed it in his hand and threw it to the ground, stomping on it with his foot. Looking up at the doctors, he slowly started to come towards them before he finally collapsed in a bloody heap on the floor, moaning softly.
"I told you it wouldn't have worked." Scott told Logan when he heard what had happened.
Even Charles didn't stop Logan from breaking Scott's nose and collarbone for that unnecessary remark.
Logan unsheathed his claws, and the doctors magically went away.
When he entered Kurt's room, he found that he was looking at his back. Kurt was humming, rocking back and forth as he stared at the wall. It was one of the only untouched places in the room, and it served as Kurt's "happy place" when he was in one of his moods, or he thought that someone would be coming to pay him a visit of some kind.
"Kurt?" Kurt turned around, looking at Logan uncertainly for a moment before he remembered him from yesterday. Smiling brightly, he lunged forward and hugged him around the waist tightly.
"You came back!" he said, wagging his tail like a dog. Logan smiled, sitting down beside him and placing the candy bag behind him to hide it.
"I said I would didn't I?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow slightly. Kurt nodded, tilting his head to one side when he noticed the bag.
"What's that?" he asked, poking the bag with his tail. Smiling, Logan picked up the bag and hid the contents from Kurt.
"Do you remember what I promised yesterday?"
"No."
"Try." Frowning, Kurt bit his bottom lip as he tried to remember. He hummed softly to himself, trying to remember what Logan had promised him before he went to sleep yesterday. Swaying slightly, he started to hit himself in the head with a fist, muttering angrily to himself in German for not remembering. Logan took a hold of his hand tightly.
"None of that." He said sternly. Kurt bowed his head, tears falling down his cheeks silently. Sighing, Logan brushed his tears away gently. He placed the bag in Kurt's lap, showing him the contents.
"I said I was going to bring some chocolate over." He said. Kurt's sadness was forgotten when he saw the brightly wrapped bars. He took one out and gave it to Logan before he took out one for himself. Before Logan could stop him, he took a bite out of the bar, wrapper and all.
"Yuck!" Kurt spit it out, shaking his head violently. Chuckling softly, Logan took the wrapper off and showed Kurt how to eat it. Kurt laughed softly, getting chocolate all around his mouth in a matter of minutes.
"We're going to have to work on your eating manners, Kurt." Logan laughed. He sobered up slowly, thinking about something. "Kurt? Would you like to leave this place sometime?"
"Hmm?" Kurt raised his eyebrows, curling his tail up a bit.
"Would you like to leave?" Logan repeated. Kurt smiled brightly and he nodded, clapping his hands together.
"Yes!" he cried. "Oh yes! Can I go with you, Logan?" he asked. Logan wiped his hands on his pants as he stood up, smiling at Kurt.
"I'll try to pull some strings for that to work." He said. "Hopefully you'll be able to leave with me soon enough." Kurt took hold of Logan's hand and rested the palm on his brow.
"I like you." He said. "My brother Wolverine would have liked you too."
Logan faced a lot of resistance to the idea of letting Kurt come back with him to the mansion; both from the doctors and the faculty from the school itself. Both sides pointed out the fact that Kurt still suffered severe depression and swift mood swings, and that they still weren't sure about all of the things that would set Kurt off into a bout of violence towards either himself or others.
"We just can't risk that, Logan." Charles said, trying to calm the angry man down a bit. "It wouldn't be fair to Kurt or us if we took him out of the hospital prematurely."
"He believes that we're all dead, Logan." Ororo added. "If we took him back to the mansion and people kept saying that we were alive over and over again, who knows what might happen to him from that sudden realization?"
"But what if it turns out to be a good thing?" Logan countered, placing his hands on his hips. "What if taking him back to the mansion is exactly what Kurt needs to get back his sanity and memories of us?"
"He does remember us, Logan. He just believes that we died in that explosion." Scott corrected. Logan growled softly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I can't believe this." He said. "None of you will take him back! After all the years he's been on the team with us, and you all just want to leave him in that damned hospital!"
"It's the best place for him." Charles said.
"He hates it there!"
"Of course he does." Scott said. "Most inmates do when they have the problems Kurt does."
"If you all refuse to take him out of there, at least tell the doctors to leave him alone. He hates them a lot."
"Logan, we can't impose upon the men keeping Kurt alive."
"They keep giving him medication and shots! Not to mention holding him down and forcing food down his throat."
"Well maybe if Kurt would eat the food by himself they wouldn't need to force-feed him now would they?" Logan drew his claws and lunged forward, being held back by Piotr before he could stab Scott in the face.
"Don't you dare blame Kurt for this!" he raged. "It's not his fault that Kitty and Rachel left him like that!"
"Logan, Scott, both of you calm down." Charles said, slowly thinking of what to do. "I may have a solution that you both will like."
"What is it?"
"If you do not want the doctors to give Kurt the medication and shots, then they won't. You will be Kurt's caretaker from now on at the hospital. When Kurt's mood swings become less frequent and violent, we will have another talk about letting him come and live with us at the mansion.
"Is this satisfactory to both parties?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow slightly. Logan and Scott stared daggers at each other for a moment before Logan finally nodded his head a bit.
"Yeah." He said. "I agree."
"So do I."
"Good. Then I suggest that we move on to the next assignment now, shall we?"
Kurt looked up at Logan expectedly the next morning, sitting on his haunches and wagging his tail a bit.
"Can I go?" he asked. When Logan shook his head, he frowned, his tail stopping slowly. "Why not?" he asked, tilting his head to one side.
"Not for a while anyway." Logan said, sitting down. "We have to see if your mood swings and temper will get better first."
"Who said that?" Kurt snapped, narrowing his eyes dangerously.
"The man who's the head of the place where I live named Chuck." Logan explained slowly. "It doesn't mean that you can't come, you just have to control yourself first."
"I can control myself just fine!" Kurt shouted, getting to his feet angrily. "I never lose my temper!"
"Kurt..."
"You just don't want to take me, Logan!" He said, hot tears falling down his cheeks as his fists trembled at his sides.
"That's not it at all, Kurt. I wanted to take you out now but..."
"Liar!" Kurt howled, his tail slashing the air. He pointed a trembling finger at Logan, tears continuing to fall down his cheeks. "Get out!"
"Listen to me..."
"Get out!"
"Not until you let me finish."
Kurt lunged at him so suddenly that Logan was thrown onto his back and he gave out a surprised shout when Kurt slashed his claws into his face and neck, screeching wildly at him. Blood splattered on the ground and a few times on the wall as the two rolled around; Kurt trying to kill Logan, and Logan healing and trying to get Kurt off of him.
Finally, he was able to shove Kurt away, making him bang his head on the floor. Getting to his feet, Logan panted softly, the large and ugly slashes on his face healing slowly. Kurt lay where he had fallen, his body trembling violently.
"Kurt..."
"You hate me."
"No, I..."
"Go away!" Kurt curled up into a fetal position, covering his head with his arms. His tail thrashed about in agony as he sobbed. Logan just stood for a while, staring at his friend sadly before he finally turned around and left him alone.
Slowly, Kurt uncurled himself and when he saw that he was alone, he narrowed his eyes and hissed softly. He charged at the door on all fours, slamming into it head first. His head started to bleed, but he ignored this as he banged his head into the door a few times, howling swears at the lying traitor Logan.
When his rage against the door was finished, he started to rip and tear at the walls again, screeching and howling wildly as padding flew all over the place. His wounded head splattered blood everywhere, but his madness gave him the strength he needed to continue.
Throwing himself to the ground, he started to slash at himself again, cutting deeply into his arms and legs once more with his claws, still screaming and howling wildly.
The doctors came in a few minutes later, armed with their hated needles. Kurt snarled and pressed his back up against the corner, baring his fangs at them savagely. When they tried to stick him, he fought tooth and claw with them, wounding a few them very badly before one of the needles stuck him in the neck.
Kurt staggered back, pulling the needle out of his neck slowly. Hissing, he crushed it in his hand and threw it to the ground, stomping on it with his foot. Looking up at the doctors, he slowly started to come towards them before he finally collapsed in a bloody heap on the floor, moaning softly.
"I told you it wouldn't have worked." Scott told Logan when he heard what had happened.
Even Charles didn't stop Logan from breaking Scott's nose and collarbone for that unnecessary remark.