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The words on the exit signs began to blend together and Toad had to shake his head to rid himself of the exhaustion that threatened to take over his body. Finally the final turn that began the end of the long journey. He sighed as he parked the car and glanced to the unmoving figure to his left. She had grown paler in the last few hours and as he touched her forehead with the back of his hand he noticed how cold her skin seemed and how a thin line of perspiration had outlined her face. She shivered under his touch.
He knew he had to be there.
There was no where else to go.
Her quietly and soundly pulled her from the car noticing the way her eyes glazed over in question as he approached the tall Victorian building. But before he could knock on the front door it opened easily a tall-looking gruff man he knew he had seen before stood in front of him He seemed annoyed at his presents but just rolled his eyes and stepped aside reviling an older man sitting with his hands crossed in a wheelchair. Toad kept his eyes down, and averted his gaze knowing what the older man was doing he didn't care.
He just kept staring at the unmoving face that was being drained with life every second. Finally after what seemed like forever he looked towards the confused guy still holding the door and asked him with a small smile:
"Logan, would you please take Ms. Johnson to the infirmary?" Toad looked up startled at the voice as it echoed in the staircase above him. Logan went to move but Toad flinched protectively.
"It's all right Mortimer."
The annoyed looking man's footsteps planted itself in his mind as he walked away with Eva in his arms, yet still Toad couldn't manage to take his eyes off the exotic looking floor.
"It would appear that you and Ms. Johnson had quite an ordeal today." He stated simply as he led Toad to his office. But still silent Toad focused on anything but the situation at hand. Several minutes later he sat unmoving in a chair in what looked like a very nice office outlined with exotic plants and oak furniture. Across from his sat the concerned professor unsure as to which question to ask first.
"Can you help her?" Toad asked quietly surprising himself with how hoarse his voice sounded. The professor sighed softly as he replied.
"Well as I'm sure you know she's been infected with a highly dangerous virus. But we've already given her the anti-virus. Hopefully her system will respond to it but the infection has already logged itself to her bloodstream. It'll be a few hours before we know anything."
Toad nodded still avoiding eye contact as he registered the sound of approaching footsteps coming nearby. The door didn't even make a sound as two people entered. He recognized both of them immediately as two people he had once tried to kill.
"Jean?" Asked the professor. She nodded and he could feel her eyes on the back of his head questioning the older man's ideas. He gave her a patient nod and attempted to loosen the tension.
"She's resting now...we probably won't know anything until tomorrow." Said the redhead smugly.
"Well nevertheless our other guest has some injuries himself." Toad looked up confused at the statement he had forgotten about the bumps and bruises that plagued his body and the muscles that promised to be sore in the morning.
"Jean..."
"Follow me." She interrupted the professors comment. Toad followed her instruction and found himself turning to the floor once again as he noticed the suspicious stare of the weather witch. He found himself reaching for some of the old burns he had attained turning his last meeting with her. He shivered despite the abnormally warm weather.
Still in his office Ororo continued to question the green man's motivates.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean we are now technically abiding a fugitive now." She said throwing her arms in the air.
"I realize the situation is unique...but I have a feeling that Mortimer and Ms. Jackson might need our help more than they realize."
The room was stale with the smell of medical supplies. White walls with white counters, lined with first aid equipment and several cots. Toad sat impatiently on one of those cots desperately trying not to flinch or let the redhead enter his mind.
"Nasty cut you got there." She commented as she finished the last stitch on his forearm.
"I've had worse." He replied annoyed at the obviousness of her statement.
"I can see that." She said looking up at the many scars that lye on his torso. Clearly aggregated with her patient she swiftly threw away the elastic gloves she as wearing and began putting away things. And after several moments of necessary silence a question filled the air.
"Can I see her?" His voice sounding more pleading than he would of liked. He hated the thought of making requests when he was completely outnumbered and they were holding all the cards. The thought that he was showing weakness crossed his mind but he dismissed it just as easily as it had come.
Jean turned to meet his twisted little face and sighed. Putting her hand on her hip she nodded slowly before silently, inciting him to follow her as she left the room.
To Toad it seemed like Eva looked worse than she had before. Now lying in a slightly more confortable looking cot she remained still as he took a seat next to her in a cushions chair near the bed. Small bruises could be seen taking their toll on her face and at that moment he hated the thought that he was the reason for it. Her fair skin was beyond pale and he could of sworn he saw small blue lines sticking out of her hands inching up to her elbows. He buried his face in his hands totally aware that the redhead had left them alone. He swallowed, but even that seemed like an activity not worth participating in.
He sighed and slouched back in the chair still replaying the day's events in his head. He hadn't seen the "Brotherhood" wannabe group in quite some time. He knew Mystique associated with them but he hadn't know their relationship to extend recently. And why were they there in the first place? He tried to ponder the reason but a throb of pain reached his skull and he gritted his teeth as he gripped the side of his head.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered to the unmoving figure still lying next to him. He gulped before taking his shaking hand into hers hating himself because he knew he couldn't have enough guts to do it while she was conscience.
"Please wake up." He whispered although he wasn't the words actually came out because of the pain that erupted when he tried to speak. He brushed a piece of hair from her eyes and felt the damp strand threw his fingers. He choked back a unwanted sob and repeated with all his strength so this time he knew she would hear him:
"Please..."
VXVXVXVX
Everybody's sad!!
The words on the exit signs began to blend together and Toad had to shake his head to rid himself of the exhaustion that threatened to take over his body. Finally the final turn that began the end of the long journey. He sighed as he parked the car and glanced to the unmoving figure to his left. She had grown paler in the last few hours and as he touched her forehead with the back of his hand he noticed how cold her skin seemed and how a thin line of perspiration had outlined her face. She shivered under his touch.
He knew he had to be there.
There was no where else to go.
Her quietly and soundly pulled her from the car noticing the way her eyes glazed over in question as he approached the tall Victorian building. But before he could knock on the front door it opened easily a tall-looking gruff man he knew he had seen before stood in front of him He seemed annoyed at his presents but just rolled his eyes and stepped aside reviling an older man sitting with his hands crossed in a wheelchair. Toad kept his eyes down, and averted his gaze knowing what the older man was doing he didn't care.
He just kept staring at the unmoving face that was being drained with life every second. Finally after what seemed like forever he looked towards the confused guy still holding the door and asked him with a small smile:
"Logan, would you please take Ms. Johnson to the infirmary?" Toad looked up startled at the voice as it echoed in the staircase above him. Logan went to move but Toad flinched protectively.
"It's all right Mortimer."
The annoyed looking man's footsteps planted itself in his mind as he walked away with Eva in his arms, yet still Toad couldn't manage to take his eyes off the exotic looking floor.
"It would appear that you and Ms. Johnson had quite an ordeal today." He stated simply as he led Toad to his office. But still silent Toad focused on anything but the situation at hand. Several minutes later he sat unmoving in a chair in what looked like a very nice office outlined with exotic plants and oak furniture. Across from his sat the concerned professor unsure as to which question to ask first.
"Can you help her?" Toad asked quietly surprising himself with how hoarse his voice sounded. The professor sighed softly as he replied.
"Well as I'm sure you know she's been infected with a highly dangerous virus. But we've already given her the anti-virus. Hopefully her system will respond to it but the infection has already logged itself to her bloodstream. It'll be a few hours before we know anything."
Toad nodded still avoiding eye contact as he registered the sound of approaching footsteps coming nearby. The door didn't even make a sound as two people entered. He recognized both of them immediately as two people he had once tried to kill.
"Jean?" Asked the professor. She nodded and he could feel her eyes on the back of his head questioning the older man's ideas. He gave her a patient nod and attempted to loosen the tension.
"She's resting now...we probably won't know anything until tomorrow." Said the redhead smugly.
"Well nevertheless our other guest has some injuries himself." Toad looked up confused at the statement he had forgotten about the bumps and bruises that plagued his body and the muscles that promised to be sore in the morning.
"Jean..."
"Follow me." She interrupted the professors comment. Toad followed her instruction and found himself turning to the floor once again as he noticed the suspicious stare of the weather witch. He found himself reaching for some of the old burns he had attained turning his last meeting with her. He shivered despite the abnormally warm weather.
Still in his office Ororo continued to question the green man's motivates.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean we are now technically abiding a fugitive now." She said throwing her arms in the air.
"I realize the situation is unique...but I have a feeling that Mortimer and Ms. Jackson might need our help more than they realize."
The room was stale with the smell of medical supplies. White walls with white counters, lined with first aid equipment and several cots. Toad sat impatiently on one of those cots desperately trying not to flinch or let the redhead enter his mind.
"Nasty cut you got there." She commented as she finished the last stitch on his forearm.
"I've had worse." He replied annoyed at the obviousness of her statement.
"I can see that." She said looking up at the many scars that lye on his torso. Clearly aggregated with her patient she swiftly threw away the elastic gloves she as wearing and began putting away things. And after several moments of necessary silence a question filled the air.
"Can I see her?" His voice sounding more pleading than he would of liked. He hated the thought of making requests when he was completely outnumbered and they were holding all the cards. The thought that he was showing weakness crossed his mind but he dismissed it just as easily as it had come.
Jean turned to meet his twisted little face and sighed. Putting her hand on her hip she nodded slowly before silently, inciting him to follow her as she left the room.
To Toad it seemed like Eva looked worse than she had before. Now lying in a slightly more confortable looking cot she remained still as he took a seat next to her in a cushions chair near the bed. Small bruises could be seen taking their toll on her face and at that moment he hated the thought that he was the reason for it. Her fair skin was beyond pale and he could of sworn he saw small blue lines sticking out of her hands inching up to her elbows. He buried his face in his hands totally aware that the redhead had left them alone. He swallowed, but even that seemed like an activity not worth participating in.
He sighed and slouched back in the chair still replaying the day's events in his head. He hadn't seen the "Brotherhood" wannabe group in quite some time. He knew Mystique associated with them but he hadn't know their relationship to extend recently. And why were they there in the first place? He tried to ponder the reason but a throb of pain reached his skull and he gritted his teeth as he gripped the side of his head.
"I'm sorry..." He whispered to the unmoving figure still lying next to him. He gulped before taking his shaking hand into hers hating himself because he knew he couldn't have enough guts to do it while she was conscience.
"Please wake up." He whispered although he wasn't the words actually came out because of the pain that erupted when he tried to speak. He brushed a piece of hair from her eyes and felt the damp strand threw his fingers. He choked back a unwanted sob and repeated with all his strength so this time he knew she would hear him:
"Please..."
VXVXVXVX
Everybody's sad!!
