Four days passed slowly for Jamie, he didn't have much to do. Sure, the new recruits were there to help, but most of them were only there for the 'get-out-of-the-danger-room' ticket, than spending time with the younger mutant. From what he had heard, none of the recruits had done a session since he got admitted. Logan was so bored, that the older mutants were having a ton of extra sessions, and were now begging to spend the four hours with Jamie.
Ororo and Logan were with him, watching movies, when a doctor came in.
"Hello, Jamie," she said, shaking his hand. "Your normal doctor called in sick today, so I'm here to tell you that once we get a pick-line in you, you can go home."
"Cool," Jamie said, he was ready to go home. "Wait, what's a pick-line?"
"It's an IV, which gets inserted in here," she pointed to the inside of his elbow (A/N, what's that thing called?), "and goes through the rest of your arm, and drops right over your heart." She traced the outline on him.
"Is it gonna hurt?" Jamie asked.
"A little bit, at first, but after a while, you probably won't even be able to notice it," the doctor replied. "In a few minutes one of the pick-line nurses will come up to put it in, and then you can go home."
She gestured Ororo and Logan to come outside with her.
"You do realize that this is probably going to ruin the rest of his summer, right?" She asked, once she was sure Jamie couldn't hear.
"What do you mean?" Ororo asked.
"When the pick-line is inserted, the medicine will start from a fanny pack, which he'll have to wear all the time. His right arm is still in a cast, and his left arm won't really be able to be used, which means he won't really be able to do anything," the doctor explained.
"Oh, the kid's are gonna love that," Logan said.
"He probably won't even be able to do things like go to the bathroom or take a shower by himself, so he's going to need a lot of help," the doctor explained.
"We understand," Ororo said.
"Okay, just so you know," the doctor left, leaving Ororo and Logan to imagine what the next few weeks would be like.
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A few days later
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Jamie was lying down in bed, wondering what the difference was between here and the hospital. It was just as boring, and there was still nothing to do. Well- there was one thing to do.
"RAY!" Jamie yelled at the top of his lungs.
"What?" Ray said, as he came in.
"I'm kind of thirsty; can you get me some water?" Jamie asked.
"I just got you some water an hour ago," Ray said.
"But I'm thirsty again," Jamie whined.
"Fine, I'll get you your stupid water." Ray stormed out of the room.
'Oh yes,' Jamie thought, 'this was way better than the hospital.
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The next few days passed pretty much the same, with Jamie yelling for every single thing he could think of, and the recruits getting more and more upset.
"Tabby, can you get me some gum," Jamie asked.
"Why do you want gum? I just brought you lunch," she said.
"I'm not eating that, it looks like Kitty cooked it," Jamie said.
"I made it," Tabby protested, "and you're going to eat every bite you little twerp." She was getting annoyed real quickly by the miniature slave driver.
"JJEEAAANNN!" Jamie yelled. Jean came rushing into the room and Jamie said, "Tabby was threatening me."
"What? No I wasn't. I just said that you should eat your lunch, the one that I spent a half hour on, trying to get all your favorites," Tabitha said, trying not to lose her temper.
"Um, how about I take over watching Jamie for a bit?" Jean asked, trying to stop the fight that she knew was about to happen.
"Fine, I'm getting tired of watching the little sicko," Tabby snapped, storming out of the room.
"I wonder what her problem is," Jamie commented to Jean as Tabby left.
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Roberto was supposed to be watching Jamie, but he decided to stay in his room, so he told Jamie to yell if he needed anything. Of course, this was pretty much an invitation for Jamie.
"ROBERTO!" Jamie called, and Roberto came rushing into the room.
"What?' He asked.
"I'm kind of hot; could you make me some lemonade?" Jamie asked.
"Sure, whatever," Roberto said, starting out of the room.
"Actually," Jamie stopped him, "I'm more in the mood for some milk and cookies."
"Okay," he said, and got halfway out the door when...
"Actually, can you make me a S'more?"
"We don't have any marshmallows Jamie," Roberto said.
"I know," Jamie replied.
"Then...how...I'm not going to the store just to get you a marshmallow!" Roberto exclaimed.
"Well, you see," Jamie replied, an evil smirk on his face, "you are. The thing is, if I yell, Mr. Logan can be in here in 7.5 seconds, I know, I've checked. And, since I'm sure you don't want a danger room session, I suggest you go get me a S'more."
Roberto grumbled and cussed on his way out, vowing to get Jamie, but he wasn't worried. He was in charge now.
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A few hours later
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The other recruits had met in the library. They too had noticed the fact that Jamie could get away with anything.
"What are we going to do?" Amara asked. "He had me make him soup the other day, and I had to do it eight times before he agreed to eat it."
"You were lucky," Sam told her, "he didn't get bored while you were there."
"Why? What did he make you do?" Jubilee asked.
"You don't want to know," Sam said, hanging his head.
"Uh, 'action figures'?" Ray asked. "Man, he can play those things for hours."
"Yeah, talk about embarrassing, they're dolls" Sam said.
"It's not fair. I mean, I know he's sick, and he can't do anything, but it's downright wrong to make us do everything for him," Roberto said.
"Aye, if it wasn't for Wolverine, I'd have bit the lad by now," Rahne said, showing her teeth. The others backed away slightly.
"Aw, come on guys, he's not that bad," Bobby said.
"Bobby, he made you make a bunch of ice sculptures, just so he could smash them because he was bored. And you say that's not that bad?" Tabby asked.
"Wait, you're still thinking it's your fault, right?" Jubilee asked.
"It's not?" Bobby asked, confused.
The rest of the recruits groaned.
"That's why you've been backing up the little twerp?" Ray asked. "You thought it was your fault?"
"I spent an hour making those stupid sculptures, and it wasn't even my fault he's sick!" Bobby exclaimed, pacing around the room. The recruits ignored him, and kept talking.
"Man, things were so much easier when he was at the hospital," Sam sighed.
"Yeah, I wish the little twerp would go back," Ray said, "At least there he has all the nurses to get stuff for him."
"It'd be nice, but you heard what the doctor's said, he's doing fine, and he'll get better in a few weeks," Jubilee said.
"Four more weeks of hell," Ray grumbled.
The clock in the room chimed three o' clock, and Jubilee jumped up.
"Oh yeah, Amara, we promised Jamie we'd take him to the mall," Jubilee said.
"I thought he wasn't supposed to leave the house?" said Sam.
"Anything to get him out of here," Tabby said, leaving the room.
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At the mall
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"Hey let's get some ice cream, no let's get some video games, no how about we go in here, no maybe in here..." Jamie was excited; he hadn't been allowed to leave the hospital or house in two weeks. He was talking at a rate that even the mighty Quicksilver would be proud of, and giving his two chaperones's a headache.
"You think we can ditch him somewhere?" Amara asked Jubilee.
"Yeah, and have Logan ground our butts till school starts, come on," Jubilee said.
"He's driving me nuts, let's just get him some ice cream and leave," Amara said.
Even before they got to the food court, they noticed Jamie starting to slow down. He started walking slower, and kept holding his head.
"What's wrong Jamie?" Jubilee asked.
"My head hurts," Jamie said.
"Well, how about we get a milkshake and go home. I'm sure Mr. McCoy's got some Advil at home," Amara said.
"Could we just go home?" Jamie asked. "I'm tired and hot."
"But you've been begging for ice cream for days..." Amara stopped with a glare from Jubilee.
"We don't want his highness to get all upset," she whispered to Amara.
"You don't think he's really sick?" Amara asked.
"No..." she was stopped when Jamie leaned on her, slightly giving her a hug. She felt his forehead, and gasped when she felt how hot he was. "Let's get you home," she said.
An hour later, Jamie was readmitted into the hospital, on his way to surgery.
A/N Okay, here's the next chapter. Don't you just hate it when people leave it off on a cliffhanger...is Jamie going to die? Is Jubilee going to feel guilty about not believing Jamie? Will Bobby be able to get over the fact that Jamie had him believing it was his fault? Review, to find out!