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"Ugh – vat happened?" Kurt groaned, trying to sit up. Jean pressed him back into the bed, and sighed. "We were hoping that you could tell us," she said gently. Golden eyes stared at her hazily, before Kurt blinked and shook his head.
"Nein. Ich habe keine Idee. Traurig." When Jean frowned, he realised that he should be speaking in English, and repeated himself quickly. "No, I have no idea. Sorry."
"You don't have to apologise," Jean reassured him. He lay back, then stiffened and tried to get up again.
"Mein Gott!" he yelped. "Ich bin für Schule spät!" [translation: My God! I'm late for school!]
Jean didn't know what he said, but she could tell that he was very worried by something. "It's alright, Kurt," she soothed him. "You don't need to worry." She tried to push him back into the bed, but this time he struggled, his eyes wild.
"Aber – ich muß dort erhalten, oder ich konnte heraus geworfen werden. Ich möchte nicht heraus geworfen erhalten! Professor X würde also enttäuscht in mir sein!" he cried out. [translation: But – I have to get there, or I might be thrown out. I don't want to get thrown out! Professor X would be so disappointed in me!]
Kurt, the professor sent. I have already explained to the school that you will be off sick until further notice. Concentrate on getting better, and don't worry.
Kurt nodded. "O.K." He lay back, and sighed. Then he looked up quickly. "Kann ich etwas haben zu essen?" [translation: Can I have something to eat?]
Of course, and Jean could sense the Professor's relief that Kurt was behaving normally again. She smiled, and went to fetch a plate of burgers.
Kurt stared at them silently. He reached over and picked one up, then sighed. "All off a sudden, I lost my appetite," he muttered to himself. Something in the back of his head scolded him. He frowned, it felt like the pulse that had forced him outside. What was it?
Eat, the force in his head ordered. He watched himself reach out for the burger as if it was someone else doing it, then opened his mouth and took a bite. He nearly gagged – he had never felt less like eating in his life. Chew. He chewed. Swallow. He swallowed. Eat, the voice repeated. He frowned, but obeyed. When he had finally choked down the last of it, he relaxed. Surely now, the voice would stop?