Sadness - Chapter 7 – Unconscious
Kurt was extremely nervous. He had been to Xavier's office only one time and that only time had been enough. Now there he was, in Xavier's well furnished office.
Logan and Professor seemed to be talking in low voices, but Kurt didn't bother to hear what. His mind was too busy thinking of Kitty half frozen in the med lab. In fact, Kurt has always been this way. People would talk to him and yet he wouldn't pay any attention to what the topic of the conversation was. There was always something else that made his mind wander around and around. This time it was the color of the walls and the furniture.
He kept looking to the dark wooden desk, then to the chair in front of it. The to the tall clock on the corner, by the door, back to the magnificent desk.
'I wonder how rich Professor is . . . ' Kurt's blue and elfish mind kept thinking, 'I wish I was like him. People would love me for my money. Well, at least I'd be loved, in a way or another.'
"Kurt? Kurt?" Professor tried to call Kurt into reality.
"Huh . . . Professor! I'm sorry." Kurt stuttered an answer.
"Logan and I were talking about your lie. I never thought you would lie the way you did. I know you wanted to save your own skin, but I think you weren't quite aware that your lie would have caused something really painful for all of us. I will cut the chase, you could have killed Kitty with your lie. But Someone up there really likes you." Professor said with his entwined hands in front of him.
"So . . . ?" Kurt started but he didn't know exactly what to say. What Professor said was true. He would have killed Kitty.
"You won't be grounded. But I want you to take Logan's motorcycle back and you will take care of Kitty down at the infirmary." Kurt was relieved to know that he wouldn't be grounded.
"I think it ain't fair enough, Charles." Logan said, finally.
"What would you do, Logan?" Professor raised an eyebrow.
"If I were you I would make this elf wash the jet again, plus do some laundry."
"But you aren't me." Professor said, still with the same kind tone.
'Thanks God for that.' Kurt couldn't stop thinking.
Logan just stared outside the window and growled a little.
"Kurt, you can go now. But remember that your lies may have a consequence. Sometimes to good or to bad. Words are really powerful, just as our thoughts. Beware of them." Professor said with a little nod.
Kurt was amazed with Professor's wisdom and remembered what his foster mother had once said:
"Deine Worten und Denken kann beide dir-selbst zerstören und retten. Achtung, meinen Sohn." [1]
Kurt smiled at the thought, nodded back to Professor and 'ported away.
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Kitty was laid on one of the cots of the infirmary. At least three comforters were warming her up. That frozen appearance was no longer there – as before. She was still pale, deadly pale as if all her blood was frozen. By the way, that was what was keeping Dr McCoy so aware. He kept checking her blood pressure at every half hour and taking her temperature.
He was holding a thermometer when a light and then a blue demon appeared in front of him, making him to drop it.
"Ops, sorry Herr McCoy." Kurt said happily and crouched to take the broken glass.
"Don't touch it! Let me clear this mess." Hank said and took a broom and a shovel.
"How is Kitty? Is she fine? Did she say something." Kurt blabbed.
"Not yet, boy. She's still unconscious and I'm checking her temperature. She is getting better, it's all I can tell you."
"Gottseidanke!" [2]
"Yeah. Maybe you should get some sleep. You're not looking good. She will be still here tomorrow."
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked worried.
"Kurt, just go get some rest."
Kurt looked once again at the cot Kitty was laid and 'ported to his room.
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A/N:
Thanks to my constant reviewers:
Darkness1 – Thanks for wasting your time reviewing this.
Inuficcrzy – I really need to know what happens on both ur fics.
Translations
[1] – "Your words and thoughts can both destroy and save yourself. Watch out, my son." (My mother keep telling me this, the only difference is that I'm a daughter. )
[2] – Thanks God
Kurt was extremely nervous. He had been to Xavier's office only one time and that only time had been enough. Now there he was, in Xavier's well furnished office.
Logan and Professor seemed to be talking in low voices, but Kurt didn't bother to hear what. His mind was too busy thinking of Kitty half frozen in the med lab. In fact, Kurt has always been this way. People would talk to him and yet he wouldn't pay any attention to what the topic of the conversation was. There was always something else that made his mind wander around and around. This time it was the color of the walls and the furniture.
He kept looking to the dark wooden desk, then to the chair in front of it. The to the tall clock on the corner, by the door, back to the magnificent desk.
'I wonder how rich Professor is . . . ' Kurt's blue and elfish mind kept thinking, 'I wish I was like him. People would love me for my money. Well, at least I'd be loved, in a way or another.'
"Kurt? Kurt?" Professor tried to call Kurt into reality.
"Huh . . . Professor! I'm sorry." Kurt stuttered an answer.
"Logan and I were talking about your lie. I never thought you would lie the way you did. I know you wanted to save your own skin, but I think you weren't quite aware that your lie would have caused something really painful for all of us. I will cut the chase, you could have killed Kitty with your lie. But Someone up there really likes you." Professor said with his entwined hands in front of him.
"So . . . ?" Kurt started but he didn't know exactly what to say. What Professor said was true. He would have killed Kitty.
"You won't be grounded. But I want you to take Logan's motorcycle back and you will take care of Kitty down at the infirmary." Kurt was relieved to know that he wouldn't be grounded.
"I think it ain't fair enough, Charles." Logan said, finally.
"What would you do, Logan?" Professor raised an eyebrow.
"If I were you I would make this elf wash the jet again, plus do some laundry."
"But you aren't me." Professor said, still with the same kind tone.
'Thanks God for that.' Kurt couldn't stop thinking.
Logan just stared outside the window and growled a little.
"Kurt, you can go now. But remember that your lies may have a consequence. Sometimes to good or to bad. Words are really powerful, just as our thoughts. Beware of them." Professor said with a little nod.
Kurt was amazed with Professor's wisdom and remembered what his foster mother had once said:
"Deine Worten und Denken kann beide dir-selbst zerstören und retten. Achtung, meinen Sohn." [1]
Kurt smiled at the thought, nodded back to Professor and 'ported away.
/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*
Kitty was laid on one of the cots of the infirmary. At least three comforters were warming her up. That frozen appearance was no longer there – as before. She was still pale, deadly pale as if all her blood was frozen. By the way, that was what was keeping Dr McCoy so aware. He kept checking her blood pressure at every half hour and taking her temperature.
He was holding a thermometer when a light and then a blue demon appeared in front of him, making him to drop it.
"Ops, sorry Herr McCoy." Kurt said happily and crouched to take the broken glass.
"Don't touch it! Let me clear this mess." Hank said and took a broom and a shovel.
"How is Kitty? Is she fine? Did she say something." Kurt blabbed.
"Not yet, boy. She's still unconscious and I'm checking her temperature. She is getting better, it's all I can tell you."
"Gottseidanke!" [2]
"Yeah. Maybe you should get some sleep. You're not looking good. She will be still here tomorrow."
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked worried.
"Kurt, just go get some rest."
Kurt looked once again at the cot Kitty was laid and 'ported to his room.
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A/N:
Thanks to my constant reviewers:
Darkness1 – Thanks for wasting your time reviewing this.
Inuficcrzy – I really need to know what happens on both ur fics.
Translations
[1] – "Your words and thoughts can both destroy and save yourself. Watch out, my son." (My mother keep telling me this, the only difference is that I'm a daughter. )
[2] – Thanks God