Disclaimer: Pyro burned the disclaimer saying I don't own the X-men.
Pyro picked Wanda up carefully. "I know I'm not supposed to move you, Wanda, but I can't leave you out here." he explained as Wanda wrapped her arms around his neck wishing the pain would end. "I'm going to take you to the hospital, all right?" Pyro looked down at Wanda when she didn't answer. Her eyes were closed and her face looked completely serene. He smiled a little thinking how innocent and helpless she looked when she was unconcious. "Don't worry Wanda, they'll take good care of you. I'll make sure of it," he promised even though he knew Wanda could no longer hear him. Actually he wasn't entirely sure she couldn't hear him because sometimes in movies, a person in a coma heard the people talking about them, so why not someone who had passed out from pain? Pyro carried Wanda slowly all the way to the hospital. He had wanted to run, but he figured that Wanda was in enough pain without him shaking her and her leg waving in the air, or banging against his arm. The doctors were reluctant at first to treat Wanda.
"Look, I've got money, so make sure this sheila is taken care of," he promised flashing the stack of bills Magneto had given him to make sure he did his job of baby-sitting his daughter. The doctor nodded and had Pyro bring Wanda into one of the side rooms where an X-Ray proved her ankle was broken. It's all moi fault, Pyro thought, If she hadn't been running from me, no, I should've told her the truth to begin with, but then she'd have never even thought of dating me, she'll probably hate me when she wakes up. Pyro watched as the doctor set Wanda's ankle and put a cast on it wondering how long it would be before she woke up.