A/N: Hmmmm…what did happen to Bobby?
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Chapter 28 – Mind Set
"BOBBY!" Rogue screamed, leaning down the edge of the empty pool on her hands and knees. Bobby lay on his side, unconscious, blood pooling beneath his head. "Oh God, Bobby!"
Rogue was near tears now. Tristian was in disbelief, looking at his injured friend. It was what he knew and feared all at once and he didn't know what to do, it was like time had frozen all around him and he couldn't move, couldn't help anyone.
"It was an accident," John said, breathing to the point he'd be hyperventilating in a minute. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
"What happened?" Storm appeared a second later with Kurt, the black sulfur cloud disappearing in the air around them.
"It's Bobby," Tristian said, he was the only one in position to utter a single word, his friends were in hysterics over what happened to Bobby.
Ororo frowned and hurried over to Rogue who still sat at the edge of the empty pool, crying hysterically, tears staining her pale cheeks, hair hanging in her face. She put a caramel colored arm around the girls heaving shoulders and glanced down. Without so much as flinch to her face, she turned to Kurt, helping Rogue up.
"Kurt, I need you to teleport down there and get Bobby, then teleport him inside to the med room. Jean's there."
"Zas ju vish," he nodded, heavy on the German accent, and disappeared with a poof. Tristian heard him enter the empty deep pool and then poof again.
"Where are we going?" Tristian asked Ororo, still staring at the blood at the bottom of the empty pool. It had been full just a day ago, but no one had bothered to refill it since it had last been emptied by Scott that night they had their conflict.
"Inside," she answered, arm around Rogue still.
"I want to…to be with Bobby," Rogue cried, choking on her words, her body shaking.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea at the moment, sweet heart," she told her, carefully brushing a strand of hair from her face, avoiding her skin. Tristian couldn't blame her, all happy thoughts were gone from Rogue's head and her skin was back to being a deadly weapon for the time being.
"I-I want to, too," John stuttered, his eyes far off. "It-it was my fault."
"It wasn't your fault. You can see Bobby when Jean's done."
"I think they should see him now, Ororo," Tristian spoke clearly, eyes locked on hers. She turned to him studying him for a moment before nodding. He knew she wouldn't tell him no or disobey an order he gave. By looking at her, he knew she'd agree.
"Okay, if you think so," she told him.
"I know so," he put a hand on Rogue's shoulder and Pyro's, turning them to darkness along with Storm, no matter how stupid it looked. He took a vent into the air ducts and moved down until he reached Jean's med room where Bobby lay unconscious on a table, Scott nearby. He reformed them and saw the startled expression on Scott's face. Normally he would have enjoyed it, but he didn't at the moment.
They shared a tense glance at each other and Scott decided to leave the room, telling Jean he'd go inform the professor right away.
"How-how is he?" Rogue asked, still hiccupping with sobs. Her eyes were set worriedly on Bobby.
Jean smiled at her. "He'll be fine." Tristian could see the lie in her eyes. Bobby wasn't fine at all. It was serious and Jean was just trying to make her feel better.
The sound of Kurt coming into the room made them all turn. Logan was with him and didn't look real thrilled with the teleportation.
He looked at the blue guy, speaking each word carefully, but they carried a threat. "Don't. Do. That. Again."
"My apologizes…I vust vought Miss. Marie vould like ju 'ere," he gestured at Rogue.
Logan followed seeing her tear filled face, he rushed to her. "Rogue, what happened? What's wrong?"
She only stared ahead. He followed seeing Bobby and his face fell. "Oh Rogue, ohh honey, I'm sorry. How did it happen?"
"It was my fault," John whispered, his face pale, slack of emotion. He looked at Logan. "I was practicing enhancing my powers and…and I lost control. Bobby shoved Rogue and fell…because of me."
Storm put her arm around him. "It's not your fault. Accidents happen, John, it doesn't mean someone needs to be blamed."
"I'm sorry," was all he said. "I'm sorry."
Tristian couldn't take it. If anyone was to blame it was him. He should have warned John to begin with. He wouldn't let Bobby die for his mistake. He wouldn't cause anymore pain to anymore lives than he already had in the past.
He stepped next to Jean looking at Bobby. He could feel the younger boys wounds. It was bad. He'd seen worse, but this was still bad. He was bleeding from his left temple, the blood still flowing placidly. But he hit the wrong spot, or the right depending on how you looked at it. His skull was cracked and blood was seeping in, not to mention the concussion and coma he was in. The blood, if not stopped would kill him in a month, give or take a day.
~It's bad~ he spoke aloud in his mind, sending it to Jean, knowing she'd hear him.
She jerked her head to him. ~I didn't want to tell her, how could I?~
~You won't have to~ He told her. With that he moved his hand to Bobby's head, where she had applied a white gauze that was already soaked with blood. He took a deep breath, letting his hand hover by the wound, and slowly let it out. A light glowed beneath his palm, healing the wound. He felt it stitching back together, blood seeping back in, the skull mending.
Bobby's eyes flickered and opened. Tristian moved his hand away, stepping back, putting a hand on the wall to steady himself. The side effects taking course on his body. He could feel himself weaken a bit and took a couple breaths to steady him. It wouldn't last long, it'd disappear.
Tristian looked up, everyone was crowded around Bobby who was smiling feeling great. He took the chance and melted to shadow, going to his room.
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More shocking things to come. R&R if you like.
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Chapter 28 – Mind Set
"BOBBY!" Rogue screamed, leaning down the edge of the empty pool on her hands and knees. Bobby lay on his side, unconscious, blood pooling beneath his head. "Oh God, Bobby!"
Rogue was near tears now. Tristian was in disbelief, looking at his injured friend. It was what he knew and feared all at once and he didn't know what to do, it was like time had frozen all around him and he couldn't move, couldn't help anyone.
"It was an accident," John said, breathing to the point he'd be hyperventilating in a minute. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."
"What happened?" Storm appeared a second later with Kurt, the black sulfur cloud disappearing in the air around them.
"It's Bobby," Tristian said, he was the only one in position to utter a single word, his friends were in hysterics over what happened to Bobby.
Ororo frowned and hurried over to Rogue who still sat at the edge of the empty pool, crying hysterically, tears staining her pale cheeks, hair hanging in her face. She put a caramel colored arm around the girls heaving shoulders and glanced down. Without so much as flinch to her face, she turned to Kurt, helping Rogue up.
"Kurt, I need you to teleport down there and get Bobby, then teleport him inside to the med room. Jean's there."
"Zas ju vish," he nodded, heavy on the German accent, and disappeared with a poof. Tristian heard him enter the empty deep pool and then poof again.
"Where are we going?" Tristian asked Ororo, still staring at the blood at the bottom of the empty pool. It had been full just a day ago, but no one had bothered to refill it since it had last been emptied by Scott that night they had their conflict.
"Inside," she answered, arm around Rogue still.
"I want to…to be with Bobby," Rogue cried, choking on her words, her body shaking.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea at the moment, sweet heart," she told her, carefully brushing a strand of hair from her face, avoiding her skin. Tristian couldn't blame her, all happy thoughts were gone from Rogue's head and her skin was back to being a deadly weapon for the time being.
"I-I want to, too," John stuttered, his eyes far off. "It-it was my fault."
"It wasn't your fault. You can see Bobby when Jean's done."
"I think they should see him now, Ororo," Tristian spoke clearly, eyes locked on hers. She turned to him studying him for a moment before nodding. He knew she wouldn't tell him no or disobey an order he gave. By looking at her, he knew she'd agree.
"Okay, if you think so," she told him.
"I know so," he put a hand on Rogue's shoulder and Pyro's, turning them to darkness along with Storm, no matter how stupid it looked. He took a vent into the air ducts and moved down until he reached Jean's med room where Bobby lay unconscious on a table, Scott nearby. He reformed them and saw the startled expression on Scott's face. Normally he would have enjoyed it, but he didn't at the moment.
They shared a tense glance at each other and Scott decided to leave the room, telling Jean he'd go inform the professor right away.
"How-how is he?" Rogue asked, still hiccupping with sobs. Her eyes were set worriedly on Bobby.
Jean smiled at her. "He'll be fine." Tristian could see the lie in her eyes. Bobby wasn't fine at all. It was serious and Jean was just trying to make her feel better.
The sound of Kurt coming into the room made them all turn. Logan was with him and didn't look real thrilled with the teleportation.
He looked at the blue guy, speaking each word carefully, but they carried a threat. "Don't. Do. That. Again."
"My apologizes…I vust vought Miss. Marie vould like ju 'ere," he gestured at Rogue.
Logan followed seeing her tear filled face, he rushed to her. "Rogue, what happened? What's wrong?"
She only stared ahead. He followed seeing Bobby and his face fell. "Oh Rogue, ohh honey, I'm sorry. How did it happen?"
"It was my fault," John whispered, his face pale, slack of emotion. He looked at Logan. "I was practicing enhancing my powers and…and I lost control. Bobby shoved Rogue and fell…because of me."
Storm put her arm around him. "It's not your fault. Accidents happen, John, it doesn't mean someone needs to be blamed."
"I'm sorry," was all he said. "I'm sorry."
Tristian couldn't take it. If anyone was to blame it was him. He should have warned John to begin with. He wouldn't let Bobby die for his mistake. He wouldn't cause anymore pain to anymore lives than he already had in the past.
He stepped next to Jean looking at Bobby. He could feel the younger boys wounds. It was bad. He'd seen worse, but this was still bad. He was bleeding from his left temple, the blood still flowing placidly. But he hit the wrong spot, or the right depending on how you looked at it. His skull was cracked and blood was seeping in, not to mention the concussion and coma he was in. The blood, if not stopped would kill him in a month, give or take a day.
~It's bad~ he spoke aloud in his mind, sending it to Jean, knowing she'd hear him.
She jerked her head to him. ~I didn't want to tell her, how could I?~
~You won't have to~ He told her. With that he moved his hand to Bobby's head, where she had applied a white gauze that was already soaked with blood. He took a deep breath, letting his hand hover by the wound, and slowly let it out. A light glowed beneath his palm, healing the wound. He felt it stitching back together, blood seeping back in, the skull mending.
Bobby's eyes flickered and opened. Tristian moved his hand away, stepping back, putting a hand on the wall to steady himself. The side effects taking course on his body. He could feel himself weaken a bit and took a couple breaths to steady him. It wouldn't last long, it'd disappear.
Tristian looked up, everyone was crowded around Bobby who was smiling feeling great. He took the chance and melted to shadow, going to his room.
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More shocking things to come. R&R if you like.