A/n: Yup the ball really starts to rol in this chapter…just read and find out.
Chapter 35
Pyro lifted his hand in reaction to try and control the fire that seemed to have fallen from nowhere. One of the officers noticed his movements and thought he had started the fire and fired at him.
John grunted, hands covering his lower chest. He took a step back, one hand on the wall to keep himself steady. He let out a breath and blinked, looking down at the red sticky liquid that covered his hand. He heard a noise and looked up, meeting Logan's gaze.
Wolverine took a step closer to him; staring at his hand, his mouth a gap. He'd never seen someone he knew shot before and it being the boy was a greater shock than he could have imagined.
"John," he heard Rogue behind him. "Oh God," she whispered, by her scent, he knew she stopped moving closer and Bobby was right beside her.
Logan only looked at the boy when it suddenly hit him that he needed help and he took a step forward and grabbed the teenage boy's arm gently. "John, talk to me, kid," he said quietly.
His eyes moved to Logan's face and he could feel him trembling. He took a deep breath and winced, "Logan," his voice was low, quiet, scared.
"Yeah, I'm right here," he moved his hand from John's arm, putting it around his shoulders.
"I'm sorry," he said and his legs buckled beneath him.
Logan reacted, tightening his grip on him in a quick movement that set the cops off, it was either that or Bobby freezing the fire that was still burning. He heard Rogue scream and watched Bobby knock her down, covering her with his own body. He didn't have time to throw John down without the risk of injuring him even further so he turned his back on the police, using his back as a shield, holding him close enough for shelter.
Logan's eyes were squeezed tightly shut as he waited for the burning painful impact of those small, round metal objects. But it never came. He opened his eyes and turned his head around, the bullets were bouncing off an invisible wall. The police looked just as baffled as they were, still trying to penetrate it in any way possible.
"Whoa," Bobby, gapped, easing off Rogue, the girl sat up.
"Whass goin on?" she questioned, then turned her head finding her own answer.
Logan's eyes flickered to Jean. Her hand was splayed out in front of her, reflecting the bullets, holding them in a protective bubble.
"Jean?" he made her name a question. He hadn't seen her really use her power since…well since the Phoenix. To se her use it now without so much as a strain was incredible.
"I got it handled. I can hold it until Scott arrives," she turned her head a little so he could see the profile of her face and the concern on it. "How is he?"
Logan relaxed his grip on John. He was breathing deeply, wincing at the pain that tormented his body. He was sure that without his arm around him the boy would have fallen already. He moved him to the left a bit, supporting his weight and moved his hand from his bleeding torso.
Blood spewed forth from the hole as if it were a miniature pump, it didn't look like it'd be stopping any time soon. Logan adjusted him once more, looking at his back for an exit wound, but there was no blood, no hole. The bullet was still inside him.
"Not good," he told her.
Logan cursed and motioned for Bobby and Rogue to come closer. They looked at John in horror and fear, horror of what happened and fear that he wouldn't live through it. But Logan would be damned if he died on his watch.
"What do ya need Logan?" Rogue asked quietly still looking at John.
"I need you two to support him while I take my shirt off so I can try and stop the blood. Can you do that?" he asked, eyes focused on the two teenagers.
They nodded and he carefully had Rogue hold John on one side and then moved slowly so Bobby could take him from the other side and not move him too much.
Bobby and Rogue automatically put a hand over the wound, covering it together. John moaned in pain, grimacing at the pressure.
"Sorry, John," Rogue apologized.
"'S okay," he gasped, skin pale and sweat spreading on his face.
Logan noticed and moved fast, unbuttoning his shirt and sweeping it off his arms, leaving nothing but the undershirt he had beneath it on. He motioned with his hand for Rogue to move and took her position at his place then motioned for Bobby to move, taking his full weight. The couple stepped back and he saw the amount of blood covering them. Rogue's white blouse was covered on the side and her left glove was soaked. Bobby was the same only on the opposite side.
He imagined Jean had noticed too because she spoke, "Don't worry, he's almost here…he'll be fine," but Logan heard the doubt in her voice.
John groaned and his knees gave out, his eyelids fluttering, his body tensing with pain. Logan lifted him up into his arms, placing the shirt over the wound as he did so. "He better get here fast!"
"Is he going to be okay?" Rogue asked, Bobby holding her in his arms. Tears brimmed her eyes.
Logan didn't have the heart to tell her what he thought but he nodded in a lie. "He'll be fine." It was enough for her, she buried her face in Bobby's shoulder and Bobby turned his head away. Unable to bear it.
John coughed wetly, getting Logan's attention. He heard the raspy breathing followed by a series of body racking coughs that sounded like they hurt with each breath. On the last cough, John choked, swallowing hard and coughing again. Logan's eyes widened as a line of blood flowed from his pale lips. God how he wished he could give the boy his ability to heal or have him take it like Rogue could. This was too much to bear. John's body shuddered in pain and went limp, his breathing weak.
"Jean, he needs to get here NOW!" he yelled, angry, mostly at Scott for not being there already and himself for letting this happen.
She turned her head looking at John and he saw the flicker in her eyes, the concern and solemn cloud. "He's here."
Logan heard the roar of the jet and watched it land to the side of them. The ramp came down and Scott stood there. The police stopped firing in shock and watched the jet in amazement.
"Let's go!" Jean directed, leading the way to the jet. Logan took up the rear, hurrying to it. Once on and the ramp closed, Logan laid John on the metal floor, Jean kneeling on his other side. Bobby and Rogue were buckled up front by her orders. She didn't want them to see. Scott sped off to the mansion in a frenzied hurry.
She moved the crimson soaked shirt to look at the wound. "Dammit, it's still bleeding. It's deep too."
"I kinda figured that," Logan told her.
"It hit an artery, Logan. It must have nicked it, that's why he's bleeding so much. It tore right through him and sliced the thoracic aorta…that's an artery," she explained, replacing the shirt and putting firm pressure on it.
"Artery? That's bad," he mumbled, remembering a few things he learned.
"Very, but it nicked it. That's why it's slow…and painful," she muttered the last part. "He's feverish due to it and the coughing up his blood is because there's too much blood spilling out, it's lining his throat, choking him."
"Is he going to die, Jean?" he asked, eyes on the kid before looking at her. "Honestly."
She didn't look at him at first but her eyes flickered to him and she said nothing but her eyes spoke it all. He felt the strength leave his body at what her eyes spoke.
"We're here!" Scott said and Logan quickly lifted the kid, noticing how slack he was now when he'd been tense only minutes before. Now it was like carrying a sack of potatoes, he was as limp as a doll.
Jean and Scott led the way and Logan followed right behind her in a quick hurry. Bobby and Rogue not too far behind. Jean shouted orders without turning around. "Marie, Bobby, I want you two to go upstairs and get Tristian. He's in his room, tell him it's an emergency. Go! Hurry!"
The teenagers didn't dare question her with the angry urgent tone she carried. They ran as fast as their legs could carry them and then faster, disappearing faster than Logan could blink.
Jean cleared a table in the med room and Logan laid the boy down on it. She removed his shirt cutting it off to get a better look at the wound, it wasn't good. Blood still flowed and Logan wondered how much could possibly be left for Pyro to bleed.
"Why did you ask for Tristian?" Scott questioned. He didn't like the trimutant much, Logan figured. He didn't seem to like any guy that came within friendship bounds of his Jean. It made his blood boil to think of it so he focused on John. He knew exactly why Tristian was called in. He'd seen the mutant heal before a week ago, on Bobby. If anyone could save John now it was Tristian. And if he couldn't may God be with him because then no one could.
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Chapter 35
Pyro lifted his hand in reaction to try and control the fire that seemed to have fallen from nowhere. One of the officers noticed his movements and thought he had started the fire and fired at him.
John grunted, hands covering his lower chest. He took a step back, one hand on the wall to keep himself steady. He let out a breath and blinked, looking down at the red sticky liquid that covered his hand. He heard a noise and looked up, meeting Logan's gaze.
Wolverine took a step closer to him; staring at his hand, his mouth a gap. He'd never seen someone he knew shot before and it being the boy was a greater shock than he could have imagined.
"John," he heard Rogue behind him. "Oh God," she whispered, by her scent, he knew she stopped moving closer and Bobby was right beside her.
Logan only looked at the boy when it suddenly hit him that he needed help and he took a step forward and grabbed the teenage boy's arm gently. "John, talk to me, kid," he said quietly.
His eyes moved to Logan's face and he could feel him trembling. He took a deep breath and winced, "Logan," his voice was low, quiet, scared.
"Yeah, I'm right here," he moved his hand from John's arm, putting it around his shoulders.
"I'm sorry," he said and his legs buckled beneath him.
Logan reacted, tightening his grip on him in a quick movement that set the cops off, it was either that or Bobby freezing the fire that was still burning. He heard Rogue scream and watched Bobby knock her down, covering her with his own body. He didn't have time to throw John down without the risk of injuring him even further so he turned his back on the police, using his back as a shield, holding him close enough for shelter.
Logan's eyes were squeezed tightly shut as he waited for the burning painful impact of those small, round metal objects. But it never came. He opened his eyes and turned his head around, the bullets were bouncing off an invisible wall. The police looked just as baffled as they were, still trying to penetrate it in any way possible.
"Whoa," Bobby, gapped, easing off Rogue, the girl sat up.
"Whass goin on?" she questioned, then turned her head finding her own answer.
Logan's eyes flickered to Jean. Her hand was splayed out in front of her, reflecting the bullets, holding them in a protective bubble.
"Jean?" he made her name a question. He hadn't seen her really use her power since…well since the Phoenix. To se her use it now without so much as a strain was incredible.
"I got it handled. I can hold it until Scott arrives," she turned her head a little so he could see the profile of her face and the concern on it. "How is he?"
Logan relaxed his grip on John. He was breathing deeply, wincing at the pain that tormented his body. He was sure that without his arm around him the boy would have fallen already. He moved him to the left a bit, supporting his weight and moved his hand from his bleeding torso.
Blood spewed forth from the hole as if it were a miniature pump, it didn't look like it'd be stopping any time soon. Logan adjusted him once more, looking at his back for an exit wound, but there was no blood, no hole. The bullet was still inside him.
"Not good," he told her.
Logan cursed and motioned for Bobby and Rogue to come closer. They looked at John in horror and fear, horror of what happened and fear that he wouldn't live through it. But Logan would be damned if he died on his watch.
"What do ya need Logan?" Rogue asked quietly still looking at John.
"I need you two to support him while I take my shirt off so I can try and stop the blood. Can you do that?" he asked, eyes focused on the two teenagers.
They nodded and he carefully had Rogue hold John on one side and then moved slowly so Bobby could take him from the other side and not move him too much.
Bobby and Rogue automatically put a hand over the wound, covering it together. John moaned in pain, grimacing at the pressure.
"Sorry, John," Rogue apologized.
"'S okay," he gasped, skin pale and sweat spreading on his face.
Logan noticed and moved fast, unbuttoning his shirt and sweeping it off his arms, leaving nothing but the undershirt he had beneath it on. He motioned with his hand for Rogue to move and took her position at his place then motioned for Bobby to move, taking his full weight. The couple stepped back and he saw the amount of blood covering them. Rogue's white blouse was covered on the side and her left glove was soaked. Bobby was the same only on the opposite side.
He imagined Jean had noticed too because she spoke, "Don't worry, he's almost here…he'll be fine," but Logan heard the doubt in her voice.
John groaned and his knees gave out, his eyelids fluttering, his body tensing with pain. Logan lifted him up into his arms, placing the shirt over the wound as he did so. "He better get here fast!"
"Is he going to be okay?" Rogue asked, Bobby holding her in his arms. Tears brimmed her eyes.
Logan didn't have the heart to tell her what he thought but he nodded in a lie. "He'll be fine." It was enough for her, she buried her face in Bobby's shoulder and Bobby turned his head away. Unable to bear it.
John coughed wetly, getting Logan's attention. He heard the raspy breathing followed by a series of body racking coughs that sounded like they hurt with each breath. On the last cough, John choked, swallowing hard and coughing again. Logan's eyes widened as a line of blood flowed from his pale lips. God how he wished he could give the boy his ability to heal or have him take it like Rogue could. This was too much to bear. John's body shuddered in pain and went limp, his breathing weak.
"Jean, he needs to get here NOW!" he yelled, angry, mostly at Scott for not being there already and himself for letting this happen.
She turned her head looking at John and he saw the flicker in her eyes, the concern and solemn cloud. "He's here."
Logan heard the roar of the jet and watched it land to the side of them. The ramp came down and Scott stood there. The police stopped firing in shock and watched the jet in amazement.
"Let's go!" Jean directed, leading the way to the jet. Logan took up the rear, hurrying to it. Once on and the ramp closed, Logan laid John on the metal floor, Jean kneeling on his other side. Bobby and Rogue were buckled up front by her orders. She didn't want them to see. Scott sped off to the mansion in a frenzied hurry.
She moved the crimson soaked shirt to look at the wound. "Dammit, it's still bleeding. It's deep too."
"I kinda figured that," Logan told her.
"It hit an artery, Logan. It must have nicked it, that's why he's bleeding so much. It tore right through him and sliced the thoracic aorta…that's an artery," she explained, replacing the shirt and putting firm pressure on it.
"Artery? That's bad," he mumbled, remembering a few things he learned.
"Very, but it nicked it. That's why it's slow…and painful," she muttered the last part. "He's feverish due to it and the coughing up his blood is because there's too much blood spilling out, it's lining his throat, choking him."
"Is he going to die, Jean?" he asked, eyes on the kid before looking at her. "Honestly."
She didn't look at him at first but her eyes flickered to him and she said nothing but her eyes spoke it all. He felt the strength leave his body at what her eyes spoke.
"We're here!" Scott said and Logan quickly lifted the kid, noticing how slack he was now when he'd been tense only minutes before. Now it was like carrying a sack of potatoes, he was as limp as a doll.
Jean and Scott led the way and Logan followed right behind her in a quick hurry. Bobby and Rogue not too far behind. Jean shouted orders without turning around. "Marie, Bobby, I want you two to go upstairs and get Tristian. He's in his room, tell him it's an emergency. Go! Hurry!"
The teenagers didn't dare question her with the angry urgent tone she carried. They ran as fast as their legs could carry them and then faster, disappearing faster than Logan could blink.
Jean cleared a table in the med room and Logan laid the boy down on it. She removed his shirt cutting it off to get a better look at the wound, it wasn't good. Blood still flowed and Logan wondered how much could possibly be left for Pyro to bleed.
"Why did you ask for Tristian?" Scott questioned. He didn't like the trimutant much, Logan figured. He didn't seem to like any guy that came within friendship bounds of his Jean. It made his blood boil to think of it so he focused on John. He knew exactly why Tristian was called in. He'd seen the mutant heal before a week ago, on Bobby. If anyone could save John now it was Tristian. And if he couldn't may God be with him because then no one could.
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