Hey, sorry it took so long to review. I could say that my computer broke down, but it didn't, or that I was busy, but I wasn't, or that I didn't have any inspiration, because I did, I guess you could blame it all on laziness. Yea Summer!
Oh, Fiona12690, I put in Rogue for you, I hope I got her stupid accent right, I spent forever on it.
Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far, don't forget to put one down for this chapter, thanks!
Jamie hated hospitals. They're so white, why can't they put some color in? I'm tired. Why am I so tired? He remembered being at the mall with Jubilee and Amara, and feeling so sick, and then he ended up here. What happened? His arm was hurting, and looking down, he saw it was in a cast, and blood was draining from his arm into a bag through a tube. He was going to ask what was going on, but he was too tired.
He could barely make out the voices of the people in the room; it was like they were speaking in another language. Suddenly, there was a funny feeling in his throat, and before he understood what was going on, he threw up.
"Aw, Jamie, that's so disgusting, could you stop it already?" Jamie heard a voice ask.
"Jubilee," he heard another voice say. "You know he can't help it."
"Yeah, but Storm, we've already had to change his hospital gown three times, can't he at least warn us before he barfs?" The other voice, Jubilee said.
Jamie heard Storm sigh, and felt her reaching to change his gown, when he fell asleep.
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Three hours later, Jamie woke up again, feeling slightly better, and looked to see who was watching him. It was Rogue.
"Rogue?" He asked, trying to work past the anesthesia that was put into him before surgery. "What are you doing here?"
"Well," Rogue explained, "Tabitha got grounded for stealing Logan's R movies, and Bobby says he's going to kill you for making him believe that it was his fault, so Ororo thought it was best if someone else watched you."
"I told Bobby the first day it wasn't his fault!" Jamie said.
"Yeah, but this is Bobby we're talking 'bout. Ah doubt he listened to ya," Rogue said.
Jamie grumbled for a bit, before he realized he was about to throw up. Before he could even ask, Rogue had put a bucket in front of him, which he gratefully gave his lunch to.
"Thanks," he said, after she wiped his mouth, and washed off his face. She merely nodded, and handed him a picture.
"Here," she said. "Jubilee told meh ta give this to you, since she's not watching you at all today."
Jamie looked at the picture. It was the new recruits. Bobby had his arm around Jubilee, Rahne was morphed into her dog form, and looked like she was about to bite Roberto, Amara was between Sam and Ray, obviously uncomfortable in her position, and Tabitha looked like she was about to blow up the camera, a cherry bomb already in her hand. Jamie was blocked by the other mutants; you could barely see his head. He was in front at first, but Bobby had pushed him in the back right before Hank snapped the picture, saying that he was in the way.
He hated that picture. It was just more proof that he didn't fit in with the others, that he wasn't really part of their group.
Rogue had gone back to her book, Jamie watched her for a few minutes, and fell back asleep.
An hour later, lunch came. Jamie wasn't too eager about eating, but Rogue said he should at least try, and so he forced down some of the stuff some could mistake for food.
Twenty minutes later he threw up again. Rogue slightly grimaced, but held up his bucket before he could soil his gown again.
"So Rogue," Jamie said after a few minutes. "What's wrong with me again?"
"Jamie, Hank's explained this ta ya already," Rogue said, not glancing up from her book.
"Yeah, but it was Hank, I couldn't understand what he was saying," Jamie complained.
"Okay," she gave in, putting down her book. "You have an infection in your arm, right on the growth plate," Rogue pointed to his wrist. "The doctors just did surgery on it, and scraped it off, so you should be getting better in a few days."
"What about this bag thing with the blood?" Jamie asked, pointing to the IV that was connected to the bag. "It's really gross looking."
"That's draining out the antibiotics they put in there or something like that," Rogue said, obviously getting bored with the conversation, and returned to her book.
But, since Jamie was bored, he wasn't going to let her ignore him. He started asking random questions until she finally gave up trying to get some peace, and talked with him for a few minutes. Jamie was surprised at how talkative she could be, he never really talked to her before. Actually, he hardly talked to any of the older mutants, they didn't have the same schedule as the new recruits, and so they couldn't really get together that often.
They talked for a bit on how tough Logan could be, and how annoying the Professor could sometimes be, with his whole 'we have to set an example for mutants everywhere' and all that jazz.
"Do you hang out with them a lot?" Jamie asked Rogue.
"Who?" Rogue asked.
"Scott and Jean and Kitty, you know, your group."
Rogue looked away for a second, and answered, "Not really."
"Why not? You're the same age as them; you have a cool power, how come you don't go out with them?"
"It's complicated, Jamie," Rogue said. "Ah don't really fit in with them that well."
Jamie watched her, to see if she would explain further, and when she didn't, he said, "Me neither. But I always thought that it was because I'm different, but you're not different from them."
Rogue sighed. "Let's just leave it at we don't like the same things, okay?"
Jamie nodded, realizing that this was a touchy subject for Rogue. He had heard Bobby say that Rogue didn't get along with the others because of her power, but Jamie always thought that she, like him, thought her powers were lame, and the others didn't want to be with her. But he had seen the way she had looked at Scott when he was with Jean, or when Kitty had Lance were together, holding hands. Jamie was only 12, but he knew that Rogue wanted to be with Scott, and that watching all the couples going around the institute only hurt her more.
"Ah guess we have something in common, huh?" Rogue said to Jamie.
"What?" Jamie asked.
"We're both the misfits of the group."
"Oh, yeah." Jamie said sadly. It was true; they were the only two that didn't really fit in. Even Evan was a part of the group before he left for the Morlocks. Rogue was a lot nicer than the other new recruits made her out to be, and he realized that she was just as misunderstood as he was.
"Well, Jamie, it looks like my four hours are up," Rogue said, getting up from her chair. "Kitty should be down in a few minutes for the next shift."
Jamie groaned, four hours hearing about shoes and shopping and other girl stuff. Jamie took the easy way out, and fell asleep.
Three and a half hours later, he woke up, and Kitty, who had nothing to do but watch TV, (which were still mostly in Spanish, and she had been forced to watch a bunch of soap opera's) was incredibly happy to see him awake.
"Okay, I know we only have half an hour, but this is going to be so fun!" She squealed, trying to stuff one of her deadly muffins down his throat.
"Um, Kitty?" Jamie said meekly, trying to get her attention.
She stared at him for a second. "Yeah?"
"I don't think I can eat right now," he said, trying to avoid the muffin. But Kitty was to fast, and was able to get some into his mouth. He got that feeling in his stomach, but since Kitty didn't have the motherly instincts that Rogue had; Jamie threw up all over his gown, making Kitty shriek and jump away from his bed.
Kitty glared at Jamie threw the whole chore of changing his hospital gown, he wasn't sure if it was because he had thrown up, or if it was because of her muffins that he had. Whatever the case, she was rather stiff with him for the rest of her time with him.
Jamie wasn't that sad to see her go, he didn't know her that well, and he was really embarrassed that a girl he hardly knew saw him in his underwear while she was changing him.
"Hey Kitty," Jamie called out to her.
"Yeah," she said, turning around.
"Who's babysitting me next?"
"Um, I think its Kurt's turn."
"Hey Jamie, time to p-a-r-t-y!" Jamie saw Kurt from the doorway, and he sat up in his bed to see him. "We're going to have a fun time Jamie; I brought all this cool stuff to do."
Jamie looked at the stuff in his hands. Besides a large amount of snack foods that Kurt couldn't bear to part, he had a few whoopee cushions, water guns, and...what looked like maps of the institute, mainly the boys' hallway.
Oh yes, quality time with the institutes main prankster would be very educational.
Just a little note, because my sister wanted me to, she helped a lot with this story, and she's been very patient with answering all my questions on her stay in the hospital, you know, to make it more authentic and all that jazz, but, however, she has not been that patient in me getting around to typing this, or waiting for me to finish a chapter before kicking me off the computer to tell me all my mistakes. Thanks sis.