It was dinnertime before anyone found the resident fuzzy elf. Kitty had already been downstairs talking with everyone in the living room when she noticed the lack of Kurt's boisterous attitude. Checking her watch and realizing that he was about to be late for dinner, even with his teleportation, she decided to go find him. She soon was at the door to his room and was about to knock when she realized something peculiar. Even when he was by himself, Kurt was never quiet and it was deathly silent on the other side of his door. Fearing the worst, she phased right through the door, exclaiming in as chipper a voice as she could muster "C'mon, Fuzzy Elf, you're about to miss dinner." The sight that greeted her was shocking. There was Kurt, lying prone on the ground and from the looks of it, barely breathing. Without even thinking twice, she took a hold of his hand and let go of her control over her mutation. Like two boulders, the two mutants phased through four floors in almost fifteen seconds. When they finally landed on the sterile metal floor of one of the sub-basement levels, Kitty immediately went to the hospital wing to find Dr. McCoy. She knew that, despite his noble and outgoing attitude, he disliked being around the others looking the way he does. In that way, he was actually more self-conscious than Kurt was. Eventually, she found the elusive doctor huddled over a computer screen and snacking on a few sandwiches. "Dr. McCoy, come quick!"

Hank McCoy, otherwise known as Beast, turned and looked at the girl shouting in the doorway. "Whatever could warrant such an outburst, Kitty? What's wrong?"

"It's Kurt...he's barely breathing."

In an instant, the good doctor bolted for the door, the work on his computer screen forgotten. He had almost made it to the elevator when Kitty shouted to him, "No, this way, I phased him down here." She beckoned him to follow as she led him to the spot where Kurt had been put to rest once she had phased him down to the sub-basement.

"Oh my stars and garters," said the good doctor solemnly. He saw the unconscious form of Nightcrawler and instantly went to his side. Picking up the prone boy as gingerly as possible, he quickly bounded back into the med lab where he quickly set the boy on an oxygen supply and respirator along with a heart monitor.

Soon the furry boy had tubes and machines galore hooked to him in order to closely monitor his condition. Soon, much sooner than either Kitty or Hank thought possible, Kurt's eyes fluttered open. "Ugh, vat hit me?" His eyes slowly scanned his surroundings to find that he was in one of the sterile bedrooms of the med lab. Before he had time to process any other thoughts, two small arms wrapped themselves around in in a bone-crushing hug.

"Don't EVER do that again, Fuzzy," said Kitty in a slightly admonishing tone. She followed this up by whispering in his ear, "You had me worried sick."

"O-of course, Katzchen." With that, the fuzzy elf slipped once more into unconsciousness. Hank assured Kitty that it was simply due to lack of nutrients that he passed out. However, she remained by his side the entire time he lay in the med lab bed. She skipped dinner, never leaving him, making sure that he would survive, for she was not sure what she would do without her fuzzy elf.

The next day, Kurt was excused from school due to sickness and Kitty simply skipped, although the school thought she was ill like Kurt. After Kurt's episode yesterday and Kitty's reaction to it, Beast advised the Professor that it would be in the girl's best interest not to leave Kurt's side while he recovered. Both men hoped that the experience would be beneficial to all and that Kitty might uncover what had happened to make Kurt become comatose in the first place.

Kitty awoke with a severe crick in her neck and cramp in her back. Before she even opened her eyes, she realized that her body was in a position it should most certainly NOT be in. However, the part of her brain that should've reminded her that she was still sleeping in the chair by Kurt's bedside down in the hospital wing wasn't functioning at that time. As she attempted to fix her body's position in her makeshift bed, she leaned back slightly and the chair slipped out from under her with a loud clatter. Kitty was dumped out of the chair backwards in an awkward sommersault which left her sprawled on the floor. Groggily, Kitty Pryde got to her feet and then finally realized what happened and where she was. Her eyes darted frantically towards the sleeping form of Kurt Wagner. She smiled ever so slightly at the angelic form of her best friend. Her smile instantly turned to worry as she saw that he still had all the tubes in him from yesterday's fiasco. Part of her had prayed that it had only been a very bad dream, but now she realized just how real an experience it was. With renewed strength and speed born of pure adrenaline, Kitty was instantly at his side. Whispering softly to him she said, "Fuzzy? Oh, I hope you're alright. I don't know what happened to you yesterday, but as Yaweh is my witness, I am going to find out and help you defeat whatever it is. You have my word, my beautiful Fuzzy Elf. I will save you."