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Chapter 23: Guardian Angel

I detected no movements from Bobby, not even the rise and fall of his chest. His blanched skin felt so cold... I had never seen so much blood in my life. For an agonizing moment I thought he was dead. For an agonizing moment I thought he was dead.

"You can't do this to me, Bobby!" I hissed. "Get up, now! …Please…" The tiniest of groans escaped his lips informing me that he was still alive. Bobby was still clinging to life, if only in spite of me.
I wanted to get the hell out of there but I was certain that wasn't the best of ideas. Weren't you suppose to leave someone where they were in this kind of situation? I recalled something about the dangers of moving a person, something and breaking the spine. Whatever I did I had to be careful. Slowly, carefully, I checked for injuries. Little moans of protest told me where the most intense harm had been inflected. If Bobby wasn't so out of it I'm sure he'd be snapping at me for my less the gentle touch.
There were some broken bones a couple ribs and even his formerly fractured wrist to be precise. Anything other than the bruises and cuts to his face were hard to know for certain the extent of the damage there. So it hard to tell. I did know that there would be an ugly bruise over his left eye. Not that that was important at the moment but I knew he'd be complaining about it later.
"Hurry! The mutie freaks must be over here!" Great, reinforcements, just what I don't need. Having little choice, I gingerly picked Bobby up. My whole body was, killing me. The pain was so extreme that I doubted I could manage to carry my own weight much less carry someone else.
"It……hurts…" Bobby suddenly moaned softly. My chest tightened when I heard that. No matter how bad my pain was he's the one who's worse off. I had to get him help, he needed me. I had gotten him into this mess so it was only fitting that I got him out of it.
Once I had enough room to spread my wings I took off to the air. The strain of on my wings was unbearable. Even the usual pleasant winds felt harsh and unforgiving against my skin. Bobby shivered his undamaged hand,clutching feebly at my torn uniform.
"You're going to be alright." I told him in the most comforting tone I could manage, hoping he wouldn't detect the hint of panic in my voice. He shuddered a bit almost causing me to fall in shock. The sudden movement caused me to cry out in protest as it seemed to set fire to my broken rib. Unable to focus through the pain enough to stay aloft I plummeted back to earth. As I fell I became vaguely aware of the irony of my situation. A broken, flawed Angel being cast out of Heaven. At another time I would have laughed at the quirk of fate. Instead I tried tomake an emergency landing on top of the one of therooftops.
I won't lie, I've had better landings. The impact was hard, it jarred, if not further damaged several of my injuries. I managed to take the blunt of the collision, doing my best to protect Bobby.
"Ahh…" He moaned letting his body fall limply in my arms.
"Hey! Speak to me Bobby!" I was terrified. / Oh god,what have I done to him? Did I break his spine in my rush?! /
"C--cold." He shuttered, unconsciously trying to draw himself closer.
"What?"
"It's…s-s-so…c-cold."
Damn it! This was bad, really bad. Bobby's the freaking Iceman and he's cold?! I remembered those stupid courses Duncan and Xavier tried to drill into our heads. The ones we never thought we'd need.
I had to check his symptoms to be sure he wasn't going through what I feared. Cool, clammy skin…rapid pulse…damn it. Bobby was going into shock. He had injuries to the chest, so that meant I had to let his legs lay flat…right? And I knew I had to keep him warm but--did the same rules apply to mutants? Ones that could control temperatures? It wasn't like I had a blanket with me or anything. If this was the beginnings of shock, then how long did I have before things deteriorated further? I did my best to set him down on a few stable looking boxes hoping it would actas bed till we could move again.
I did the best I could to stop the bleeding. Offering useless words of comfort knowing full well it wasn'tjust him I was trying to convince. I cast a glance around us, searching for SOMETHING, anything to cover him with. Finding nothing I felt myself sink gracelessly next to my fellow X-Man. Full blown terror was only a few seconds away and all I could do was wrap myself protectively in my own wings. That was when an idea began to form. An idea to keep him warm, using the only means I had. My own wings. Not necessarily a brilliant idea but it was something.
Careful not to do further harm to him I gingerly lowered one wing over his body. I didn't want to do this. I hate the idea of letting someone even touch my wings, let alone using them as in their damaged state as a cover. No one had ever touch my wings before, except a handful on people. Those people had been less than gentle. I guess I just had a fear of having my wings injured. The thought of losing the ability to fly was unbearable. Still, my fear over Bobby dying overshadowed that. So I let my wing drape over him. There was nothing else I could do for him now but keep him calm. I might as well have been wishing for the Prof to re-grow his hair. I had never done anything to comfort Bobby before, I only pissed him off more. What could I say to him?
"…Uh…y--you know everything is…everything is going to be okay, Bobby."
Alright, I'll admit that was lame. Cliché and verylame. I knew then that the only thing that would bring some sense of peace to either of us was the truth.
"Look I'm…I'm sorry Bobby. I never meant what I said…Scott was…he just…"
"You……m--m--meant it." The weakened voice almost taunted me.
"No, I didn't! Now shut up, okay! Don't talk,alright?!" So much for calmness. I couldn't even keepit together, how could I expect him to? "Please…just don't…I am such a moron." I muttered the last part to myself not expecting a reply. I got one all the same.
"No…argu…ment…h--here."
"I just…thought I could handle things on my own." I confessed not bothering to chastise him for speaking."That--that I didn't need any help. Maybe Xavier wasjust pushy and Scott was a dick who wanted to please daddy." I knew I sounded like a dick for saying that but it still felt good. "They would never stop the lectures after all. How hotheaded I am. How little my experience meant. How thoughtless I was. And the Professor always wanting me to prove myself worthy of the dream…"
I was babbling but I couldn't help myself. I had enough sense left to pick a calmer topic but I was still droning on and on. I talked about some of my more embarrassing adventures, something that at another time and place he'd laugh at. I didn't know ifit was helping him or not. Or even if he was hearing me anymore. He never replied, and barely moved. Every few minutes I would check his pulse just to make sure he was still there with me. I knew I needed to get help, but I couldn't leave Bobby behind. Of all the times for me to leave behind my damn cell phone…
There was still a way to call for help though I wasn't sure I was able to do so. The psychic rapport wasn't strong enough for the Prof to 'feel' what was wrong. Was he looking for me? If not then I had to contact him, if I could. I tried.
Nothing.
Damn it! Why couldn't I do it?! I had the same training as the others, I should be able to do it! But I couldn't. I wasn't sure how to, not the way Xavier explained it. Bobby had tried to tell me about it once but I had pretended not to really listen to him atthe time to save face. I never had a chance to do it his way before… But then again I didn't have a real reason to try before. Now what was it the kid had said?
"You gotta forget about everything else. Forget about being annoyed, or scared and just focus."
"Oh what?" I had asked with some frustration that heunderstood what seemed beyond my grasp.
"On the Prof. Just imagine him in your mind and think about what you want to talk to him about. It's kinda like having someone else on the other side of the room. You know they can't hear you over the party so you have to call out to them. Just ignore everyone and everything else in the room and tune into that person. Strain to hear what they are saying and only that." Bobby had explained as if this was all common knowledge to him. "At least at first, once you do it a few times it gets easier."
I took a deep breath calming breath then I closed my eyes. I blocked out everything, the pain, the panic, everything except the feel of Bobbys' pulse underneathmy fingertips.
One beat, two beats, three beats…
I pictured Charles Xavier in my minds' eye. I took inthe little details, his posture, his normal grim visage, the glare on his forehead (Bobby had gotten me to think about that one.) I thought about the sound ofhis voice until he was the only thing I was focused on.
Professor?
Nothing.
Professor Xavier?!
Nada.
PROFESSOR?!
Warren?!A shocked voice hollered in my skull. Just to let you know having a telepath screaming inside your head is not the most pleasant experience. Wincing slighting from the pain I replied.
Y-yes sir--Apparently the surprise of having me' call' him had worn of quickly. Still some small part of me felt disappointed that he wasn't impressed with my progress…
Where have you been? Scott says he's been searching all over the hospital--
We're not there sir. We…we had another fight sir…but that doesn't matter now. Bobby's hurt and I don't know if I can make it to back to the hospital in one piece.
I'm afraid you'll have to Warren.