I thought my way into his head to figure out what the hell was going on.
I can not accurately describe the feeling of being inside of someone else's head. All of my senses felt off.
All of the colors I felt were normal were entirely new. You know how whenever someone says that human imagination is infinite and then some ass-hat is all like 'if imagination is infinite than imagine a new color' it was like I was seeing new colors!
And my sense of proprioception was all off like I was being compressed and stretched out at the same time. I couldn't feel anything below "my" navel. Well I now knew why Xavier was in the wheelchair. The sensation was so jarring that I couldn't stay inside of Xaviers head.
When I felt my consciousness re-enter my head I realized that my body had slumped over and was leaning over the bookshelves. I was in shock but I could still feel every nerve on my body like they were on fire. My eyes were wide open but all I could see was sort of a very bright darkness. Like how your eyes adjust to a total darkness given enough time and those weird spots that dot your vision if you were to stare at a light. I could hear the whine of the motor on Xaviers wheelchair as though I were at a Metallica concert and every amplifier was aimed at my head.
My skin revolted when a shortish hairy guy picked me up to bring me to the medical room. My lungs started burning when he picked me up and didn't stop until a red-headed woman stuck an IV into my arm.
I didn't wake up for three days after that.
When I finally woke up the only clothing I had on was the boxers I was wearing when I went to buy my coffee what felt like years ago. I had an odd skin tight cap on that had more wires running from it than I could care to count. I had even more wires and sensors all along my body and spine.
When I tried to move the monitors around me started beeping. The red headed woman put a hand on my shoulder hesitantly, like she didn't want to hurt me.
"Where am I?" I asked. "Am I still in the mansion? Where's the Professor? Did I hurt him?"
"You are still in the mansion, you're just in our medical wing."
"You didn't hurt me I'm teaching a lesson upstairs I'll be down shortly." I heard from the Professor.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Jean Grey. I'm a professor here but occasionally I sometimes act as a doctor for the school."
"Why shouldn't I move?"
She quirked her eyebrow and her mouth twitched probably forming a question of her own when she remembered her hand on my shoulder. She moved it away.
"What purpose do these sensors serve and can I remove them?"
"They basically feel what you feel wherever they are placed, and yes you can remove them. Allow me to help they are a bit fragile and they aren't the cheapest of things."
Before we started removing them Jean grabbed a padded box from a counter holding various other medical supplies I had no hope of ever naming accurately.
"Why are these even necessary?" I was curious as to why someone would want to know what I was feeling.
"Do you not remember anything?"
"Not sense I tried to read Xaviers thoughts."
"What do you remember about that?" Her posture changed slightly. She had another question she wanted to ask I'm certain I didn't even have to try and read her mind.
"I felt all of my senses... shift I want to say. Like I was seeing new colors and feeling new things. I can't really explain it"
"I could be wrong here but I believe that in trying to read Charles' mind you accidentally forced your consciousness into his body."
"That is precisely what happened Jean."
"Professor! My god I am so sorry I didn't mean to, I didn't hurt you did I..."
"I'm quite alright David." He said with a calming gesture of his hands. "I didn't even realize what happened until I saw the readings the monitors and made a deduction. Now that I've heard what happened from you I can say with certainty that you did as Jean said."
I wasn't looking at her but if I were facing Jean I would see her looking incredulously back and forth between me and the Professor.
"Professor what happened after I got out of your head?"
"You collapsed and when you did I shouted. Logan, the man who carried you here heard my shout and carried you to here. The moment he touched your skin you started screaming. Both mentally and physically. You nearly caused Logan to drop you. His hearing is quite sensitive."
He went on to describe the details of what happened. The details that as he described them started to resurface and I had to lie down due to the intensity of the memories.
"I'd like to ask you a question. It might be difficult for you to answer but I want you to answer as honestly as you can. How difficult was it for you to transfer you're consciousness?"
"As easy as doing this." I responded. He slowly turned his head to Jean keeping his eyes on me. He kept them on me for a good fifteen seconds without blinking before he turned them to Jean with the rest of his head.
Their faces mimed expressions as though they were having a conversation but I couldn't hear them. I didn't want to try and hear their mental conversation one because if they wanted me to hear their conversation they would speak, and two because I didn't want to spend another three days comatose.
I got up to look for my clothes because it was extremely awkward to be sitting around in front of two people I barely knew in just my boxers. Neither Jean or Charles seemed to notice. I opened several drawers before I heard the hesitant voice of Jean tell me to not look in the closet I was about to open a brief picture of the lab showed in my mind. The picture moved turning towards the large circular door the professor came through. It continued to another circular door across the hall from the Professors large circular door.
"Thanks." I thought back to her as I followed the path she had laid out in my mind.
The room she had sent me to was to the right of The Danger Room. The door to it actually opened up as i walked by and I almost walked in before looking down at my legs and realizing that whatever was in there probably required pants.
The room I was supposed to go to was labeled 'Logan'. Just Logan no last name or anything. I thought it was weird. But what was even weirder was the lack of anything in Logans room. There was a bed and a chest of drawers but that was it. My clothes were on top of the bed and when I saw them I put them on with haste eager to see what was behind the door to the danger room.
I had just put on my shoes when a very hairy short guy walked into the room. He was sweaty like he had just gotten done with a good workout.
"So you're up again. Damn near killed me with all that hollering."
"I'm sorry."
"It's alright. Hey bub, you okay?"
"Yeah I'm good now."
"Are you certain? Only time I've ever heard something scream like that was when it was hurting real bad."He looked for whatever reason like a man that rarely ever showed concern But he sure as hell looked that way now.
"I'm not certain about the details but I'm fine now."
"Okay then." I didn't even have to read his mind. His Face said enough about his disbelief.
"Thanks for carrying me back there."
"No problem."
I left so he could change or whatever he came in there to do.
I didn't want to interfere with Jean and Charles' conversation and I didn't want to disturb Logan so I turned to my left and entered The Danger Room.
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