"Ah…" Warren stiffed a loud moan of pain as Hank slowly stretched out his wing to get a decent x-ray. Hank didn't waste much time with catching up chit chat, he wanted to take care of Warren's wing right away even through Warren's protests that it was fine and that it would heal on it's own. Scott was with Jean on the other side of the room he had stayed with Hank and Warren for a minute but then couldn't resist going over there to her, and no one blamed him.
After hank took several x-rays and Warren was sitting on the table with his legs hanging off the side Hank came back over looking concerned about something.
"So what's the diagnosis, doc?" Warren asked.
"Warren, your wing is… broken pretty bad if we let it continue to heal on its own… you probably wouldn't be able to fly anymore." Hank said.
Warren head shot up and his usually calm and relaxed exterior was replaced by a scared and horrified look. "What?" He said barley above a whisper.
"Don't worry! Don't worry!" Hank said very quickly. "If I place the bone now, it'll heal fine and you won't have any problems."
"Well then stop talking and do it." Warren said impatiently.
"Alright hold on, I have to go get some morphine. I will not lie to you, this will hurt." Hank walked over to a table with some medical supplies on it and picked up a needle, he then walked back over to the table. "Lie down for me please."
Warren did as he was told and Hank stretched out his wing again with a few winces from Warren. He then gently pushed the needle into Warren's wing and injected the morphine and in seconds he could feel his wing go numb. Hank studied the x-ray of his wing for a few seconds before pushing another needle in and slowly pushing the bone back into place. After a few tried and a couple more x-rays the bone was back in its place and Warren had his head pressed up against the pillow and the moaning constantly. Hank was right, even with the morphine it hurt like anything.
"Are you done?" Came the muffled voice of Warren through the pillow.
"Yes my feathered friend, I am done." Hank said as he bandaged Warren's wing and splinted it.
"Oh Lord…" Warren said sitting up still breathing a little hard. "So how soon until I can fly again?"
"It will be a while but…"
"How long." Warren repeated.
"About a month, maybe two or three weeks but you will risk damaging your wing if you fly that soon and I'll have to do daily checks on it to make sure it's healing properly." Hank said.
"Oh… damn." Warren said leaning forward.
"What?" Hank said.
"My company, I take it I probably wouldn't be able to fold my wings in very far with this on. Meaning that I wouldn't be able to go back to work for a while." Warren said. "I can't have them finding out."
"Well, from what I've head from Ororo it sounds like you need a vacation." Hank said.
"Heh, I already had one."
"Yes I heard."
"Hey guys…" Scott said making his way over to them. "What's up? Could here you yelling in the pillow across the room."
"Yeah well if you were getting a needle pushed in your wings I think you would be moaning, not yelling, too."
"Thankfully I will never have to experience that, I don't have things sticking out of my shoulder blades." Scott said smirking slightly.
"Shut up…" Warren said. "I'm going to bed; I'll see you guys in the morning."
Warren said goodnight to Ororo and left the infirmary. Scott watched him leave and then looked back over to where Jean was laying across the room.
"She will be okay, I did a few tests before you and Angel came down. She's in a shallow coma and there is a great, great possibility she will come out of it. The chance of her not in slim to nothing."
"Thanks Hank…" Scott said. "Can she… Can she hear anything?"
"I don't know." Hank said. "Maybe."
Scot nodded and looked back at Jean one more time before turning around and heading out. "I'm heading up too, I'll see ya."
Ororo and Hank glanced at one another both with worried looks on. They didn't know how long Scott could handle this, Jean wasn't in a coma for long but so far it was killing him. They wanted to take her to a hospital, but she and some of the other adults are known mutants surely they wouldn't treat her as well as they would a human.
Later at around nine in the morning people were starting to wake up. Not the children however they all slept in until late. Warren opened his eyes and took in a deep breath, when he opened his eyes he lifted his head he looked around not remember where he was for a second but when he did he smiled for a second. He sat up and winced at the pain that still lingered in his back from having to lay on his stomach all night.
After ten minutes Warren was finally up and walking around, he found some of his old clothes and surprisingly enough they still fit him. He had very few shirts with the holes in the back for his wings due to the fact that he usually wore a harness. But after a few minutes of searching, he finally found what, was to him, a decent outfit. Thirty minutes later he was done showering and headed down the halls adjusting his shirt on his back to try and fit his wings better.
"Hey, man."
Warren turned around to see Scott walking down the hall next to him.
"Hey… when did you get there?"
"About three seconds ago." Scott replied. "Seems you found your old stuff, huh?"
"Yeah… I don't look to out of style do I?" Warren asked looking down at the simple t-shirt and jeans.
"You always look out of style." Scott said as the two entered the kitchen for some breakfast.
"Oh thanks." Warren said as he headed to the refrigerator.
The rest of the day was dull, nothing but working for the adults and a lot of sleeping in and watching TV for the kids. By the end of the day most of the things in the mansion were fixed all the windows had plastic over them, the carpets were mostly clean and the wall was repaired the best they could do at this point.
Now it was around five and just as the other day Warren was on the phone looking board as anything. He had been on the phone for an hour apparently he was talking to some other head-of-company guys, as Scott put it. Warren had his eyes closed and was just responding with simple uh-huh's or mmh-hmm's, he looked half asleep. After another half hour Scott and Ororo looked up after Warren changed his conversation mode to a thank you and then hung up the phone. As soon as he did it he moaned and hung his head over the arm of the couch.
"Having fun?" Ororo asked.
"Oh yeah… a blast." Warren replied in a monotone.
"It sure sounded fun wish I could have been there." Scott said flipping through the channels on the TV a bit more.
"Shut up…" Before warren could say anything else Logan walked in the room.
"I got the glass, we should start fixing the windows now." He said and then left the room. Scott and Warren looked to each other and sighed in unison, Ororo laughed.
"Glad I won't have to do any of this."
"And what makes you thin that?" Scott asked looking over to her.
"Because I will be helping Kurt rip up and replace the carpet a bit more." She said standing up.
"Where did you get all this extra carpet from?" Warren asked.
"We live in a house filled with kids." Ororo explained. "We keep extra's of everything."
Warren nodded and got up off the couch along with Scott and the two walked out into the hallway where Logan and Peter were waiting. "'Bout time." Logan said. "Well let's get to work."
Several hours later they were nearly finished with the windows when Ororo and Kurt came over to them.
"Hey, boys?" She said. "It's time for dinner."
AN: Yes, I was having trouble for an ending to this chapter so I just ended it. Um… I don't think I have a thing to say about this, except yes I know it is a tad short and a bit uneventful but next chapter I promise will be more… Well then all thanks go to Wen1 cause that's the only person who reviewed, eh well I'm grateful. I'll see ya'll in the next chapter.
