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/lalala /- means the characters are thinking.
(~ lalala ~)- means I wanted to add something of my own.
Piccolo finally made it up to the room he was sharing with Logan. He was sweating and his clothes were sticking to his chest and legs and he leaned against the doorframe.
/ I can hardly breathe. It feels like my lungs are on fire./ Piccolo slightly stumbled into the room and fell on the bed. His head felt like a bowling ball weighing down his entire body making everything dizzy and air hard to force into his lungs.
Logan was walking behind Piccolo and every time he stumbled or coughed, Logan felt his heart clench. When Piccolo slumped against the doorframe leading into his room, Logan finally saw with clarity the pain Piccolo was in. He was pale, and looked as if he was fighting for breath. When he coughed it shook his thin body making him look all the more helpless. When he collapsed on the bed Logan had to fight from running to his side and asking what he could do. / He would only get mad at me for asking. Poor fool./
Logan walked into the bathroom, looking back at the sleeping Namek. He changed into a wife-beater and his favorite boxers, when he returned Piccolo had not moved. Logan slowly walked over to the bed, so as not to disturb its inhabitant.
He sat Piccolo up on the bed and removed his turban, cape and thin shirt. Logan guiltily took the opportunity to admire Piccolo's sculpted chest. With his perfect blend of muscle, boyish skin and vulpine face, Piccolo was stunning even in his worst moment.
Logan pulled back the sheets and gently laid Piccolo's head down on the pillow. He lifted Piccolo's legs and soon he was completely covered with the soft sheets. Logan vaguely wondered why Piccolo had not said anything during the whole ordeal, but he chalked it up to his being to tired to complain.
/ I'd do anything to figure out why he keeps pushing me away./ With that Logan rolled out the couch and fell asleep.
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Images of long defeated foes raced through his head, laughing at his plight. He was crouched on the floor holding his chest. It hurt so much to breathe, his throat was on fire and with every breathe he coughed blood. / Am I going to die?/
Freeza laughed at him saying, "I never imagined you'd die such a dishonorable death Piccolo. How ironic."
"Stop it." Piccolo whispered, the movement sending shooting pains throughout his body.
"It's disgusting that a fellow Namek is so weak. The Namek's most basic ability is healing but you can't even do that. You're worthless, it's pathetic!" Slug jeered and raised his head as if he could not bare the sight of him anymore.
"St...stop it!" Piccolo rasped, his throat screaming at the harsh treatment. "Stop it!"
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Piccolo sat up screaming. His antennae drooped and sweat was rolling down his forehead in rivers. Logan jumped up from an uneasy sleep and ran to his side, immediately concerned.
"What's wrong! Shit, you're burning up! I'm taking you to the infirmary right away." Logan pulled his hand from Piccolo's forehead where he had been measuring his temperature. He quickly picked him up and ran down the stairs to the infirmary where Beast was supposed to be 24-7. As he ran he screamed to anyone that would care to help.
"Someone get the Professor right away! ... McCoy! ... Professor!" Logan sparred a glance down at the precious bundle in his arms to find that his shirt was soaked with violet blood where Piccolo had been coughing.
When Logan got the infirmary he laid Piccolo down on a clean white bed and ran to look for Beast. "McCoy! Beast! Jesus Christ, would you answer me!"
At that time the Professor chose to show up in his nightgown and wheelchair followed by Ororo and Scott. "Logan would you care to tell us why you chose to wake up the entire Eastern Seaboard with your yelling?" Scott yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"It's Piccolo, I have no idea what's wrong with him. He was out of it after the training simulation yesterday and now he has a fever and won't stop coughing. And where the hell is Beast!" Logan said this all in one breath, leaving the three shocked mutants to grasp what he had said, it was the Professor who spoke first.
"I told you yesterday, Beast is in London for the next fortnight. If I called him now it would still take over eleven hours for him to get here. Let me take a look at him, maybe I can figure out what's wrong." Professor Xavier wheeled himself into the infirmary and gasped at what he saw.
Piccolo was covered in sweat, his bare chest gleaming in the artificial light. His eyes were closed tightly and his face betrayed the pain he was trying so hard to hide. He was breathing erratically with his mouth and head jutting forward as if to forcefully push the air into his lungs. His fists were clenching, letting a thin ribbon of violet flow from the cuts his fingernails were creating. Around is mouth were splattered violet specks from his violent coughing.
"Oh my God. What is happening to him!" Ororo rushed to his side. She forced his head back down onto the pillow. "Get me a cold rag, now!"
Scott rushed to the kitchen just as the other students were coming downstairs to see what was happening.
"Scott! What's wrong, who's hurt?" Jean grabbed Scott's nightshirt and tugged for a response.
"It's Piccolo, we don't know what's wrong. Let me go, I have to go get a washcloth!" Scott jerked his arm free and ran to the kitchen.
Kitty and Kurt were staring by the doorway when Jean came to the infirmary. As she passed Kurt into the room she felt a blast of energy. She could only imagine it was from Piccolo. She gripped her chest and began to heave.
"Jean! What's wrong? Are you ok?" Kitty grabbed for her and propped her up on the wall.
"Yes, I'm fine. I just got a wave of this intense pain, I can only guess it was from him." She pointed to Piccolo, who by now had calmed down, and was unconscious.
"I have the cold washcloth!" Scott raced into the room and handed the clothe to Ororo.
"Thank you Scott." Ororo began to gently pat Piccolo's forehead, her face contorted with sorrow. "You poor thing, you've only been here a couple of days. What could be ailing you?"
"Emphysema."
Everyone turned to the Professor who sat at the small bedside table with a laptop connected to one of Beast's medical reports.
"Emphysema? I thought that took years to acquire." Scott questioned.
"It does. I don't know how he got this. Maybe he had the disease before he came here. We can only know once he gets better. It says here to give him some type of bronchodilator drugs." The Professor wheeled himself away from the table and to a small medicine cabinet. He tried to reach up to open the latch, but was too short.
"Here, let me help." Jean walked over to the Professor and opened the cabinet, "Which one?"
The Professor looked at the contents and pointed to a medium sized green bottle with a spray top. "That one."
Jean retrieved the bottle and took it over to Piccolo, she opened his mouth and sprayed the contents into is throat five times. "There. We can only pray he gets better."
"I agree. Come everyone, we've done all we can. Let us get some sleep and we will deal with this one we are rested." The Professor told the children and they all took one last look at the sleeping alien before slowly making their way up to their rooms.
Logan was the only one who stayed behind. He had been a nervous wreck the entire night and he was still not completely satisfied with the treatment. He walked over to the bed and pulled a chair with him to sit on. He stared at the Namek and wondered what could have set this off, he was so healthy before, and then this. / It doesn't make sense./
Logan stood up and walked over the laptop where the Professor had found Piccolo's disease. / I'm going to figure this out./ He sat back down, but not before laying a gentle kiss on Piccolo's now cold forehead. / I think I'm falling for you, and it scares me./
Well? What do ya think?! I know it's been forever since I last updated, but I got Pocky for Christmas- my thinkin' food- and I had a burst of inspiration! I hope you like where this is going; I still have no idea how long this is going to be or how it's going to end, I only have a vague plot line, so anything goes. As usual if you have any ideas or suggestions please tell me, I'll be happy to hear from you.
One more thing, I don't have a beta reader, so if anyone wants the job it's open. I'm my own editor so I'm sure there's lotsa mistakes.
Thanx again for everyone who has reviewed. I really do appreciate it!
/lalala /- means the characters are thinking.
(~ lalala ~)- means I wanted to add something of my own.
Piccolo finally made it up to the room he was sharing with Logan. He was sweating and his clothes were sticking to his chest and legs and he leaned against the doorframe.
/ I can hardly breathe. It feels like my lungs are on fire./ Piccolo slightly stumbled into the room and fell on the bed. His head felt like a bowling ball weighing down his entire body making everything dizzy and air hard to force into his lungs.
Logan was walking behind Piccolo and every time he stumbled or coughed, Logan felt his heart clench. When Piccolo slumped against the doorframe leading into his room, Logan finally saw with clarity the pain Piccolo was in. He was pale, and looked as if he was fighting for breath. When he coughed it shook his thin body making him look all the more helpless. When he collapsed on the bed Logan had to fight from running to his side and asking what he could do. / He would only get mad at me for asking. Poor fool./
Logan walked into the bathroom, looking back at the sleeping Namek. He changed into a wife-beater and his favorite boxers, when he returned Piccolo had not moved. Logan slowly walked over to the bed, so as not to disturb its inhabitant.
He sat Piccolo up on the bed and removed his turban, cape and thin shirt. Logan guiltily took the opportunity to admire Piccolo's sculpted chest. With his perfect blend of muscle, boyish skin and vulpine face, Piccolo was stunning even in his worst moment.
Logan pulled back the sheets and gently laid Piccolo's head down on the pillow. He lifted Piccolo's legs and soon he was completely covered with the soft sheets. Logan vaguely wondered why Piccolo had not said anything during the whole ordeal, but he chalked it up to his being to tired to complain.
/ I'd do anything to figure out why he keeps pushing me away./ With that Logan rolled out the couch and fell asleep.
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Images of long defeated foes raced through his head, laughing at his plight. He was crouched on the floor holding his chest. It hurt so much to breathe, his throat was on fire and with every breathe he coughed blood. / Am I going to die?/
Freeza laughed at him saying, "I never imagined you'd die such a dishonorable death Piccolo. How ironic."
"Stop it." Piccolo whispered, the movement sending shooting pains throughout his body.
"It's disgusting that a fellow Namek is so weak. The Namek's most basic ability is healing but you can't even do that. You're worthless, it's pathetic!" Slug jeered and raised his head as if he could not bare the sight of him anymore.
"St...stop it!" Piccolo rasped, his throat screaming at the harsh treatment. "Stop it!"
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Piccolo sat up screaming. His antennae drooped and sweat was rolling down his forehead in rivers. Logan jumped up from an uneasy sleep and ran to his side, immediately concerned.
"What's wrong! Shit, you're burning up! I'm taking you to the infirmary right away." Logan pulled his hand from Piccolo's forehead where he had been measuring his temperature. He quickly picked him up and ran down the stairs to the infirmary where Beast was supposed to be 24-7. As he ran he screamed to anyone that would care to help.
"Someone get the Professor right away! ... McCoy! ... Professor!" Logan sparred a glance down at the precious bundle in his arms to find that his shirt was soaked with violet blood where Piccolo had been coughing.
When Logan got the infirmary he laid Piccolo down on a clean white bed and ran to look for Beast. "McCoy! Beast! Jesus Christ, would you answer me!"
At that time the Professor chose to show up in his nightgown and wheelchair followed by Ororo and Scott. "Logan would you care to tell us why you chose to wake up the entire Eastern Seaboard with your yelling?" Scott yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
"It's Piccolo, I have no idea what's wrong with him. He was out of it after the training simulation yesterday and now he has a fever and won't stop coughing. And where the hell is Beast!" Logan said this all in one breath, leaving the three shocked mutants to grasp what he had said, it was the Professor who spoke first.
"I told you yesterday, Beast is in London for the next fortnight. If I called him now it would still take over eleven hours for him to get here. Let me take a look at him, maybe I can figure out what's wrong." Professor Xavier wheeled himself into the infirmary and gasped at what he saw.
Piccolo was covered in sweat, his bare chest gleaming in the artificial light. His eyes were closed tightly and his face betrayed the pain he was trying so hard to hide. He was breathing erratically with his mouth and head jutting forward as if to forcefully push the air into his lungs. His fists were clenching, letting a thin ribbon of violet flow from the cuts his fingernails were creating. Around is mouth were splattered violet specks from his violent coughing.
"Oh my God. What is happening to him!" Ororo rushed to his side. She forced his head back down onto the pillow. "Get me a cold rag, now!"
Scott rushed to the kitchen just as the other students were coming downstairs to see what was happening.
"Scott! What's wrong, who's hurt?" Jean grabbed Scott's nightshirt and tugged for a response.
"It's Piccolo, we don't know what's wrong. Let me go, I have to go get a washcloth!" Scott jerked his arm free and ran to the kitchen.
Kitty and Kurt were staring by the doorway when Jean came to the infirmary. As she passed Kurt into the room she felt a blast of energy. She could only imagine it was from Piccolo. She gripped her chest and began to heave.
"Jean! What's wrong? Are you ok?" Kitty grabbed for her and propped her up on the wall.
"Yes, I'm fine. I just got a wave of this intense pain, I can only guess it was from him." She pointed to Piccolo, who by now had calmed down, and was unconscious.
"I have the cold washcloth!" Scott raced into the room and handed the clothe to Ororo.
"Thank you Scott." Ororo began to gently pat Piccolo's forehead, her face contorted with sorrow. "You poor thing, you've only been here a couple of days. What could be ailing you?"
"Emphysema."
Everyone turned to the Professor who sat at the small bedside table with a laptop connected to one of Beast's medical reports.
"Emphysema? I thought that took years to acquire." Scott questioned.
"It does. I don't know how he got this. Maybe he had the disease before he came here. We can only know once he gets better. It says here to give him some type of bronchodilator drugs." The Professor wheeled himself away from the table and to a small medicine cabinet. He tried to reach up to open the latch, but was too short.
"Here, let me help." Jean walked over to the Professor and opened the cabinet, "Which one?"
The Professor looked at the contents and pointed to a medium sized green bottle with a spray top. "That one."
Jean retrieved the bottle and took it over to Piccolo, she opened his mouth and sprayed the contents into is throat five times. "There. We can only pray he gets better."
"I agree. Come everyone, we've done all we can. Let us get some sleep and we will deal with this one we are rested." The Professor told the children and they all took one last look at the sleeping alien before slowly making their way up to their rooms.
Logan was the only one who stayed behind. He had been a nervous wreck the entire night and he was still not completely satisfied with the treatment. He walked over to the bed and pulled a chair with him to sit on. He stared at the Namek and wondered what could have set this off, he was so healthy before, and then this. / It doesn't make sense./
Logan stood up and walked over the laptop where the Professor had found Piccolo's disease. / I'm going to figure this out./ He sat back down, but not before laying a gentle kiss on Piccolo's now cold forehead. / I think I'm falling for you, and it scares me./
Well? What do ya think?! I know it's been forever since I last updated, but I got Pocky for Christmas- my thinkin' food- and I had a burst of inspiration! I hope you like where this is going; I still have no idea how long this is going to be or how it's going to end, I only have a vague plot line, so anything goes. As usual if you have any ideas or suggestions please tell me, I'll be happy to hear from you.
One more thing, I don't have a beta reader, so if anyone wants the job it's open. I'm my own editor so I'm sure there's lotsa mistakes.
Thanx again for everyone who has reviewed. I really do appreciate it!