Whoa…
Wait a minute…
What did she just say?
Let me go back to what she just said…
She had been blasted by a Sentinel because of me, her heart had stopped once, she had been through a fifteen-hour-long operation, had been unconscious for another twenty-four hours, wakes up, and the first thing she says is to ask if I was okay?
I have to sort out this mess
"I'm sorry, I really am." I said sincerely.
"For what?" she asked
"For…causing you to get hurt" I said, I didn't dare to look at her straight in the eye.
"It wasn't your fault" she said, holding my hand a little tighter.
Of course it was my fault; she had blocked the blow for me while I sat there like an idiot. She could have gotten killed, she almost did get killed.
"Why did you do that for me? You could have died." I asked, I had been wondering about that all this time.
"It was worth it." She said simply. She briefly closed her eyes and I could tell that she was in pain. I decided that this was not the best time to argue with her.
"Have a good rest then, I come again tomorrow." I said and got up to leave. Then I realized that she was still holding on to my hand. I blushed and quickly hope that she didn't see my face go red. That wouldn't have been cool.
"Please, stay for a while." She asked, looking at me, as if expecting me to turn her down.
Of course I wouldn't turn her down, she had just saved me life, even if she didn't I would have been more happy to spend more time with her.
"Sure, as long as you want me to." I said, sitting down on the chair.
"Thanks" she replied and smiled.
So I sat there while she rested.
She fell asleep pretty quickly, which wasn't a big surprise. She had been through a lot since yesterday.
But I wasn't ready for the nightmares.
She shifted in her sleep, just a bit, but then she began to bite her lip and her hand held mine more tightly than before.
A bolt of lightning flashed across. This was not good. The weatherman had predicated fair weather tonight. He might wear a stupid suit and a stupid tie, but he is usually accurate about the weather.
"Hey, Ororo, wake up." I said, shaking her gently.
She didn't. She just grabbed my hand more tightly. It was now raining heavily outside, in another few more minutes and her garden would become flooded.
"Ororo, wake up! You are flooding the garden." I said frantically. She loved her garden, that should get her attention.
It didn't. If anything, the weather outside got worse. I held her hand tightly. But then I felt a jolt, her body was crackling with electricity. It was now getting quite painful to hold her, but that was not that important thing, the important thing was waking Ororo up before the winds she was causing huffed and puffed and blew the mansion down.
"Ororo, I 'm Scott, you have to wake up now." I shouted over the noise caused by the storm. The storm outside had grown into a full hurricane. The trees were swaying as if dancing to a crazy disco tune and I swear that the mansion was shaking.
Her eyes snapped open. They were totally white. I was afraid she was going fry me into a fritter . My hand was now numb from of the static. I closed my eyes and prayed. I am not a normally religious person, but people turn religious all of a sudden when they are facing death.
"I'm Scott, you going to be fine, calm down." I said. She hadn't decided to blast me yet and I took that as a good sign. Her grip on my hand slightly loosened and the storm outside started to die down.
Her eyes started to revert to their normal crystal blue and I could feel the static in my hand fading away. This was good, she was calming down, maybe I should get a job as a therapist. But that's not the point.
"Scott?" she said. She recognized me, that's a good thing. I just hoped that she didn't decide to blast me through the door anyway.
"I' m sorry…" she said, she was crying now. I have never seen her cry until the day before when she almost drowned, and even then, she only shed a few tears.
"It's okay, it's okay. Don't cry. I don't know what to do when girls cry." I said, my voice high and a bit shrill. It always gets when I am nervous or embarrassed. Awkwardly, I wiped her tears with a piece of tissue paper.
She smiled; I don't know if she was feeling better or laughing at me. But she was smiling, so that's good.
"You can leave if you want to." She said. Right, like there was any chance that I would leave her alone when she was injured. I would never do that to her.
"I'll stay, unless you chase me out." I said, putting on a kind of hurt look which, judging by her laugh, failed miserably. I probably looked like I had a stomachache.
"Thanks." She replied.
I sat down to the chair and held her hand. I rested my other hand on the top of her head. She smiled and closed her eyes.
"Sleep tight." I whispered, "Don't let the bedbugs bite." Fine, it was a totally stupid thing to say, it is what mothers said to thier child when they tucked them into bed. I remembered wishing that someone would say that to me while I was living on the streets as it showed there cared about me. I think Ororo felt the same way after her parents died.
She gave me a smile a closed her eyes.
And finally, she had a good sleep.
And that was all that mattered to me.