Hey. Here's chapter 2. No one's reviewed yet, but I don't care, I'm continuing this story anyways. I like it. So, even if you don't like the story, tell me what I can do better. Any review would be good.
"Jean. Look what I found," Logan said, walking into the infirmary, with Liam walking slowly behind him. "He got beat up. He thinks he has a concussion. He's in kind of a bad mood."
Jean walked over to where Liam was standing behind Logan. "What's your name?" she asked.
"Liam Hodges."
"Okay Liam, let's get you over to this bed. Your head must hurt, it's covered in bruises," she helped him onto a bed in the middle of the room. He was really on edge, and didn't seem like a very trusting person. "Where are your parents?" she asked.
"They have been dead a long time. I'm on my own," he said, emotionless. "When can I talk to Professor Xavier?" he asked.
"On your own in New York City? You must be really mature. Where have you been living?" Jean asked, examining the bruises on Liam's head.
"In an apartment. I was renting it with the money I made delivering pizza. Now I'm getting evicted though. I got fired from my job," Liam explained. "Now, when can I talk to Professor Xavier?" Liam asked again, getting annoyed.
"Oh, Logan, will you bring the Professor down here? Liam needs to stay seated down. He's right. He does have a concussion, and a pretty major one at that," Jean instructed. Logan left the room, and Liam layed down on the bed at the instructions of Jean. He lay his head on the pillow, and stared at the ceiling.
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