Logan had picked up the Cajun and tossed him over his shoulder and started walking out of the alley, since it was nighttime and pouring out he figured there wouldn't be many people on the streets, Storm had told the others to meet them at the jet.
"Tell Bobby to shut the hell up and to get his ass in gear, we need to get this kid back to Hank as soon as possible." Logan growled.
Logan and Storm were the first onboard and immediately laid him down in the back of the jet taking his trench coat off, Gambit started shuddering violently. Storm hurriedly got some towels and blankets and started drying him off.
"What the hell is taking them so long?...We got any more blankets this kid's freezing."
Logan contacted the team, "Cyke if ya'll are not here in the next five minutes, I'm leaving your ass here...this kid's in pretty bad shape...SO MOVE IT!"
Cyclops responded "Were almost there, I can see the jet now."
"Logan prep the jet I will take care of the child." Storm said calmly.
As Wolverine prepared the jet, the rest of the team had arrived, and strapped themselves in their seats. Sensing they were all inside the jet Logan took off towards the mansion, with a grim look on his face he asked, "How's he doing Storm?" the others looked behind them when she didn't answer.
Storm was bent over the boy, when Jean had noticed that she was giving him mouth to mouth she immediately got out of her seat to help her. Kurt answered for them "Mr. Logan I think ya better hurry." Logan didn't need to be told twice he just hoped they wouldn't be too late.
The flight took 45 minutes and the boy had stopped breathing 4 times, Storm and Jean took their turns breathing into him, until his body would let him do it on his own.
Scott got up, sat in the co-pilot's seat and radioed to the mansion to let Hank know they were going to arrive within the next five minutes, and that the boy they were sent to find was badly injured.
When they landed Gambit was rushed to the med-lab, after a few hours Hank was able get him breathing on his own again, hooking him up on IV's, and checking the monitors to make sure that everything was normal and that he was going to be alright. He stepped outside the lab and saw all the students from the mission sitting on the floor; Ororo was sitting quietly in a chair next to the Professor watching Logan prowl up and down the hall looking like a caged animal. When Hank cleared his throat everyone looked up and the Beast was bombarded with questions from the students.
"WILL YOU ALL SHUT-THE-HELL-UP AND LET THE MAN SPEAK!" Logan yelled.
Knowing not to get on the Canadians bad side they all did as he said...or rather yelled.
"Thank-you Logan, The young man is resting quite comfortably and is stable for the moment now will all of you please return to your rooms, frankly you all look terrible, especially you Bobby, what is that horrid smell?" Hank asked curiously.
Bobby huffed and stomped out of the hall, with the others trailing behind snickering at Bobby's misfortune with the garbage.
Logan, Storm and The Professor chuckled and tried to hide their smiles.
Hank motioned them inside the med-lab after the doors slid closed with a whoosh.
Logan asked, "So how's the kid doing Hank?"
"Before I begin, what was his condition when you found him?" Storm and Logan looked at him puzzled.
"What do you mean Hank?" Storm asked.
"Well when I did a thorough examination of the boy, aside from being malnourished he has two cracked ribs, a few dozen lacerations and bruises, a concussion and a collapsed lung, and most of these injuries are recent at least a few days old."
"Don't tell me he let us chase him all over Paris with a collapsed lung!" Logan roared
"No of course not." Hank chuckled "He probably got that from you ramming into him when you tackled him to the ground to save his life as you explained while bringing him into the med-lab."
"Is there something else you can tell us about him Hank?" The Professor asked.
"You seem a bit troubled."
"I'm a bit worried, and yet relieved..."
"Relieved?" All three asked together.
"How so..." Storm said glancing in the other room where Gambit slept.
"I'm relieved that you found this boy when you did and that he is
within the safety of the mansion, I don't know how long he would have
lasted with those injuries. I'm worried because from his appearance the
clothes and all, he's had at least a few dozen surgical procedures, and
four were recently done on areas that had had no damage or injuries
inside or out. He also has a few implants that I have no idea what they
are used for. He also has a pin in his left leg and one in his right
shoulder."
Logan and Storm looked at each other, then at the Professor who lay silent contemplating his thoughts "Logan you said that when you were talking to him he seemed extremely nervous..."
"Yeah...he kept looking over his shoulder and he seemed dead tired, totally exhausted, I doubt he'd let anyone do this to him voluntarily."
"When he wakes Hank I'd like to be notified..."
"Of course Professor it might be a few days though I'd like to keep him sedated so his wounds can have a little more time to heal and get some nutrients in him."
"You as well Logan I would like you to be here since you were able to speak with him, hopefully by helping him you gained his trust as well."
"You're not gonna turn me into this kid's babysitter are ya Chuck?" Logan whined.
Charles smirked. "That's exactly what I'm doing."
Storm and Hank both chuckled.
