There were only a few people in the kitchen luckily, my head was
echoing with every noise made. Beast was there, as well as Xavier, Logan,
Jean and Nightcrawler.
"You haven't eaten for 4 days straight so don't be afraid to pig out!" Nightcrawler said whole-heartedly. I smiled at him as he took a seat at the table beside me. He saw me and smiled back.
"I'll fix you something, you don't look well enough to do anything right now," Jean said as politely as possible as she dug through the refrigerator. I closed my eyes, the noise around me was being magnified and pounded against my head. I started to choke, no, I couldn't now. My heart thudded in my chest, I let it be the only thing in my mind. The center of my thoughts, I stopped choking and opened my eyes. Nightcrawler was staring at me, his head tilted to stare at me.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm starting to get a grip on myself I think, all I have to do is get to the point where it doesn't sneak up on me." I replied in a low, hoarse voice.
"Ugh! We don't have anything but Pancake mix!" Jean cried in exasperation.
"Pancakes! Yes, I haven't had pancakes in ages!" I cried, almost lifting my head off of the table, but it was too heavy. Jean looked at me with almost a worried look.
"Pancakes for lunch. . ." She mumbled to herself as she got out a pan to make them. "I'll make the whole mix, there are 8 servings per bag. . ."
I could feel my headache slipping away, I sighed peacefully, the first relaxing moment this week.
"Professor Xavier says that you shouldn't start your training until next week, when you have all your strength back," Nightcrawler told her, "But at this rate, you'll have complete control of your gift by then!" He smiled as I laughed.
After 5 minutes or so Jean gave a warning before flipping 4 pancakes onto a plate in the center of the table. Syrup had been placed there without me knowing. I grabbed two so Nightcrawler could have some and bathed the pancakes in a loud of syrup. I almost ate them with my fingers in all my hunger, but let myself cut the pancakes in fourths and stuff them in my mouth.
"Don't choke," Nightcrawler laughed as he placed syrup on his own pancake. I snorted over my second pancake as Jean flipped over another 4 pancakes.
"How many do you think you will want, Kurt?" Jean asked as she put more batter into the pan.
"2 more, they're all ready on the table," He smiled as he started on his second one.
"And you, Jess?"
"I have no idea," I smiled between gathering another 2 pancakes off the plate.
"As long as I get 3. . ." Jean mumbled to herself.
Within 15 minutes I had eaten all of the pancakes besides what Jean and Kurt ate. After I was finished, most of the syrup was gone and I sat hunched over my swelling stomach.
"You ate 30 pancakes, THIRTY!" Jean smiled in a fake exasperated tone. Nightcrawler shook his head in disbelief though he had been watching me stuff my face the whole time.
"Is that enough for you?" Nightcrawler smiled.
"For now," I jokingly replied, I stifled a yawn as I weakly stood from my chair, "Man, not using my legs for 4 whole days made them get weak," I grumbled as I slowly started to walk out of the kitchen. My legs and arms had thinned considerably since I had gone into my comma.
"Do you need any help?" Nightcrawler asked.
"No," I smiled back at him.
"That's what you said last time," He joked.
"No, really, I got it this time," I replied and left the kitchen, "I'm going to bed."
Nightcrawler watched as she left the kitchen, her long brown hair flowing softly down her back to her waist. He sighed softly to himself as he turned back, his back thudding softly against the chair. Jean was eating her last pancake, staring at Nightcrawler, a smile reaching her lips. Nightcrawler took sight and asked, "Why are you smiling?"
"I know," She almost laughed.
I finally reached my room, hopefully no one would be in it this time. I opened the door, all was the same, except the new cards on my dresser. Except for one thing, a box was sitting by the foot of my bed. It was from my parents! I ran to it clumsily and opened the lid, it was my stereo, with 3 CD slots, 2 tape players, an AM/FM radio and two large sound systems with my remote. They had also sent all of my CD's and Tapes. This was very exciting, I put the stereo behind my alarm clock beside my bed and my collection in one of the cabinets below the table. Weariness took me and I collapsed on the bed, sleep taking me once my head hit the pillow.
"You haven't eaten for 4 days straight so don't be afraid to pig out!" Nightcrawler said whole-heartedly. I smiled at him as he took a seat at the table beside me. He saw me and smiled back.
"I'll fix you something, you don't look well enough to do anything right now," Jean said as politely as possible as she dug through the refrigerator. I closed my eyes, the noise around me was being magnified and pounded against my head. I started to choke, no, I couldn't now. My heart thudded in my chest, I let it be the only thing in my mind. The center of my thoughts, I stopped choking and opened my eyes. Nightcrawler was staring at me, his head tilted to stare at me.
"Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm starting to get a grip on myself I think, all I have to do is get to the point where it doesn't sneak up on me." I replied in a low, hoarse voice.
"Ugh! We don't have anything but Pancake mix!" Jean cried in exasperation.
"Pancakes! Yes, I haven't had pancakes in ages!" I cried, almost lifting my head off of the table, but it was too heavy. Jean looked at me with almost a worried look.
"Pancakes for lunch. . ." She mumbled to herself as she got out a pan to make them. "I'll make the whole mix, there are 8 servings per bag. . ."
I could feel my headache slipping away, I sighed peacefully, the first relaxing moment this week.
"Professor Xavier says that you shouldn't start your training until next week, when you have all your strength back," Nightcrawler told her, "But at this rate, you'll have complete control of your gift by then!" He smiled as I laughed.
After 5 minutes or so Jean gave a warning before flipping 4 pancakes onto a plate in the center of the table. Syrup had been placed there without me knowing. I grabbed two so Nightcrawler could have some and bathed the pancakes in a loud of syrup. I almost ate them with my fingers in all my hunger, but let myself cut the pancakes in fourths and stuff them in my mouth.
"Don't choke," Nightcrawler laughed as he placed syrup on his own pancake. I snorted over my second pancake as Jean flipped over another 4 pancakes.
"How many do you think you will want, Kurt?" Jean asked as she put more batter into the pan.
"2 more, they're all ready on the table," He smiled as he started on his second one.
"And you, Jess?"
"I have no idea," I smiled between gathering another 2 pancakes off the plate.
"As long as I get 3. . ." Jean mumbled to herself.
Within 15 minutes I had eaten all of the pancakes besides what Jean and Kurt ate. After I was finished, most of the syrup was gone and I sat hunched over my swelling stomach.
"You ate 30 pancakes, THIRTY!" Jean smiled in a fake exasperated tone. Nightcrawler shook his head in disbelief though he had been watching me stuff my face the whole time.
"Is that enough for you?" Nightcrawler smiled.
"For now," I jokingly replied, I stifled a yawn as I weakly stood from my chair, "Man, not using my legs for 4 whole days made them get weak," I grumbled as I slowly started to walk out of the kitchen. My legs and arms had thinned considerably since I had gone into my comma.
"Do you need any help?" Nightcrawler asked.
"No," I smiled back at him.
"That's what you said last time," He joked.
"No, really, I got it this time," I replied and left the kitchen, "I'm going to bed."
Nightcrawler watched as she left the kitchen, her long brown hair flowing softly down her back to her waist. He sighed softly to himself as he turned back, his back thudding softly against the chair. Jean was eating her last pancake, staring at Nightcrawler, a smile reaching her lips. Nightcrawler took sight and asked, "Why are you smiling?"
"I know," She almost laughed.
I finally reached my room, hopefully no one would be in it this time. I opened the door, all was the same, except the new cards on my dresser. Except for one thing, a box was sitting by the foot of my bed. It was from my parents! I ran to it clumsily and opened the lid, it was my stereo, with 3 CD slots, 2 tape players, an AM/FM radio and two large sound systems with my remote. They had also sent all of my CD's and Tapes. This was very exciting, I put the stereo behind my alarm clock beside my bed and my collection in one of the cabinets below the table. Weariness took me and I collapsed on the bed, sleep taking me once my head hit the pillow.