Sick

Chapter 32

Creed slipped back into bed with Jubilee, not wasting any time to good on what he said. He pulled her close to his body and began kissing her on her neck. Jubilee stirred a little, but then shook him off, and went back to sleep. He smirked and attempted to wake her again, this time by lying on top of her; practicing a little foreplay.

She awoke, not in a very happy mood, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Having fun." He said, continuing with what he was doing.

She rolled her eyes and tried to push his off, "Stop! I'm not in the mood."

He stopped and glared down at her, "I don't care."

Her eyes narrowed, "You will care in about five seconds, Victor Creed. Now get offa me!"

"Make me."

Jubilee growled a feral growl and began to glow crimson red once more. Creed yelped in pain as his exposed skin and hair was being slowly burned away. Quickly getting up, but not before Jubilee blasted him, sending him upwards into the ceiling where he got stuck in spread eagle style. Before he knew it, Jubilee was welding him into the ceiling.

"What the hell are you doing!"

"Making sure I get a good nights sleep."

"I'll make you pay! You hear me!"

"Shut the fuck up, Creed. You're my bitch now and there ain't nothin' you can do about it, at least until morning that is. I'll get you down then." She laid back down and pulled the covers over her head.

The next morning, Rosie and Gothica came by their room.

"Jubilee, where's Victor?" Rosie asked.

"Ask him yourself." Jubilee said through her pillow.

"Oh, well… Where is he?" Jubilee pointed upwards, they looked up to see a very annoyed Creed stuck in the ceiling, "Oh, my. Jubilee, was that necessary? Stag and Snake just redid that ceiling not too long ago."

"It was crappy anyways." Gothica interjected, "I'd say that's quite an improvement. We need to get more ceiling decorations like that."

"One's enough." Said Jubilee as she sat up, stretching and yawning, she looked up at Creed, "Guess I should let you down now, huh?"

"Grrrr You better!"

"On second thought, I'll just let you stay up there until you've calmed down so- Oh, God!" she threw her hand over her mouth and ran past Gothica and Rosie, who were both quite puzzled.

"Is she going to be okay?" asked Rosie.

"Don't know and don't care. Come on, let's get him down before he tries to get himself down."

About 30 minutes later, Creed came storming down the hall towards the bathroom, ready to give Jubilee more than a piece of his mind. He turned the door knob, it was locked.

"Open this door, frail!"

"Go away…" answered Jubilee's weak voice, "I'm not feeling good."

"Open this door right now or else I'm breaking it down!" he heard Jubilee vomiting on the other side, wrinkling his nose as the stench wafted through the cracks of the door, "You better be sick and not making yourself sick just to get out of this, frail."

"If I was going to fake being sick to get out of something I would be doing it just to get out of having sex." She vomited again, "Ugh… Which we both know it won't work."

Creed waited for a bit, "Open the door, Jubilee."

"Why?"

"Cause I wanna see if yer sick with somethin'serious." He waited, until he heard her get up and unlock the door. Slowly he opened the door to see her sitting on the floor, laying her head face down on the bathtub. He saw that she wasn't faking it by the evidence in the toilet, he put the lid down, sat down, reaching under her chin and lifted it up, so that he could look at her face. The smell of her hormones fluctuating, glazed eyes, pale skin, and warm temperature only told him that she had a bit of a fever. He frowned, "I'm taking you to a doctor."

"No! I hate doctors!" she fell backwards trying to escape his out reached arms, but was stopped by the wall, "Besides… I have a healing factor."

He snatched her up and carried her squirming body out of the bathroom, "Sorry, frail, but I ain't takin' any chances with you bein' sick like this. It's takin' you far too long to heal and who knows what Weapon X did to ya while there were experimentin' on ya."

"No! I'm fine!" She latched onto the side of the doorway, pulling Creed back unexpectedly, "I'll be okay!"

"Yeah, once we get you checked out by a doctor."

Turk happened to walk by and he spoke in a eerie calm voice, "Let her go. She will be fine."

Creed put her down and rounded on Turk, "What do you know!"

"More than you apparently."

"What's that suppose to mean!"

"How many children have you sired in your life time?"

"What the hell has that got to do with Jubilee bein' sick?" he asked wearily.

Turk stared at him, "I hope for her sake and yours that you like children." He then walked away.

Creed and Jubilee stared after Turk wearily and then at each other.

Jubilee shook her head, "Man, this can't be happening…. I'm way to young to be having kids right now."

"You still don't wanna go to the doctor?"

She growled and got up, "I'll wait for you in the car."