Chapter 37: Healing
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Sensations came back before sight did, as did sound. His stomach danced inside like a drunken sailor, his head swam, and his rear and foot throbbed. He open his eyes and squinted. The only light in the room came from the hallway through the open door but his eyes still ached. He rolled his head to the right and saw three figures. He could just barely make out Zeke's face, by the smell he knew Hope sat nearest to him, holding his hand, and the bulky shape of the wheel chair gave away Professor Xavier's presence.
"Hey," Ryan said slowly. His voice still sounded strange. "My foot still hurts, you didn't heal me."
Zeke grinned. "You hit me with a bat dude, I'm healing myself."
"Good," Ryan replied. "If you try to heal me again I'll hex you."
"How do you feel baby?" Hope asked, saying the last word shyly.
"Like someone dropped a light fixture on my foot, and I hopped around a room swinging a baseball bat for ten minuets trying to ward off a healer," Ryan replied.
"Oh, so you're not feelin' to hot huh?" Zeke asked.
Ryan simply rolled his eyes, he still felt a little fuzzy, and the warmth that embraced him rocked him into the stage right before sleep, but the Professor had something to say.
"Ryan, I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate your actions at the club," he said. "There could have been chaos had you not done something."
"Thanks Professor," Ryan mumbled. The warmth satiated his body and his eyes drew closer together again.
"However, we do need to be careful about displaying our powers in public. I'm sure you of all people understand the importance of this. You acted very responsibly and I am not accusing you of anything."
But Ryan did not hear the Professor's last words. The warm hands of sleep already embraced him and rocked him into their world, where he dreamt of Hope and Kael, where no one had powers and everyone lived together in peace, a ridiculous Utopia he knew could never exist but longed for with all his being.