Chapter two. I will explain more in the next chapter, sorry. I don't own anything so don't sue me. Enjoy the fic.
The flight back home was a long one, well actually it was only a half hour, but it seemed longer to the weary team. A few of them nursed injuries, while others were practically unscathed.
Scott was good at hiding his pain, he had a lot of practice, but Rogue could see right through it. She knew that his wound was among the most serious. She had insisted that she at least could get a look at it on the flight back, he protested, but as usual she won.
Scott was lost again in his thoughts; they seemed to occur more and more often as the days went on. He was able to shield them from a certain telepath because of the professor's lessons.
He felt a little weak from a substantial loss of blood from his wound, and his body screamed in protest with every little move he made. He was bruised, sore, and tired. All he wanted to do was to slip into the black abyss of unconsciousness, but he wouldn't let himself, he fought off the blackness creeping into the corners of his vision. He was the leader, he couldn't pass out like the others did, he had to remain strong.
But a corner of his mind screamed out, for heaven sakes you're a fifteen year old boy, you shouldn't have to have all this responsibility. Most kids his age had to deal with acne and crushes, he had to deal with battle, blood, and death. It didn't seem fair. He willed his mind to shut the hell up, stop the Pity Party.
They arrived back at the institute; most of the new recruits were waiting to see how they did in the battle. One look at some of the injuries, and the kids ran off, not wanting to get in anyone's way and get them angry. They learned to stay out of the elder x-men's ways after a bloody battle, because they tended to be in bad moods.
A few of the members stiffly limped into the infirmary. Luckily the damage wasn't that bad. Kitty had a badly sprained ankle, Ororo a large cut on her forehead, and Jean a broken finger and a killer migraine. Scott refused to be treated before the rest of his team members. He slumped down in a plastic folding chair that was placed against one wall for anyone who needed medical treatment to sit on to wait for their turn.
Jean came over to him and sat down. She had a small white towel that she wrapped abound his arm, without his consent. He didn't bother refusing, he was too tired. Kitty limped out of the infirmary on crutches, her ankle wrapped up in a ace bandage. Scott was the very last to be treated. Beast tisked and tasked, telling him how he should have gotten this cleaned up earlier, he unwrapped the towel, which now had blood on it, so you couldn't really call it white anymore.
Beast cleaned out the wound, and stitched it up. Scott was forced to wear a sling so he wouldn't use his arm too much, and rip the stitches out.
He went up to his room after being treated, and slipped into bed. He was about to fall asleep, but the memories came flooding back. He was too exhausted to fight them back, so he just laired there remembering. He promised himself that he would ask the professor tomorrow if he could search for Cassy with ceribro. He yawned, tomorrow. But not tonight. He slipped off to sleep, and dreamed of the girl once again.
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