"How is she". Storm turned to face the voice behind her only to find it belonged to Scott. "Jean says it's a temporary coma" she whispered. "She said Fuzz's state is a result of extreme stress and that shutting down was her body's way of dealing with it". From her place outside of the institutes medical ward Ororo watched through the glass as Jean administered yet another dose of medication into the response less child. "This isn't you fault" Scott assured her. Storm rolled her eyes. How many times in that week alone had she heard that? "Then who's is it" she thought. "I shouldn't have told her about what I planned to do" she felt her lips say. "Her response wouldn't have been any different" Scott assured her. "You would have only delayed the inevitable". Storm sighed at her friends words. He was right, but there was a part of her that still sought to take blame.
"Storm". The white haired woman turned yet again to see Wolverine coming down the hall with a paper bag in his hand. "I came as soon as I heard" the man stated as he arrived within arms length of Ororo. "How bad is she"? "She will be fine" Storm lied trying her best to hide the uncertainty in her voice. Wolverine nodded in response and an awkward silence followed. Turning to Scott a few moments later Storm nodded towards the room she knew Jean was working in. "Why don't you go see how the tests are going" she offered. Rolling his eyes Scott turned towards the open door. "I know when to take a hint" he declared. "See you too lovebirds at dinner".
The two waited untill Cyclops had made it into Jeans office before looking at one another. "I uh, I got what you asked for" Wolverine said handing the paper bag to Storm. Slipping her fingers over his she took the bag from him opening it to reveal a box with with a picture of a woman with jet black hair smiling on the front of it. "Thank you" Storm whispered. "You know your lucky I love ya" Logan grunted in response. "Normally I wouldn't be caught dead shoppin around the ladies beauty department". Putting the box back into its paper hiding place Ororo smiled at the man in front of her. "Then later on I must give you a proper thank you". Lifting an eyebrow Logan closed in the space between him and the silver haired target. "Who says its gotta be later"?
"Not now" Storm asserted scooting by Wolverines eager hands. "You know I have work to do before tomorrow" she said shaking the paper bag. Logan followed her movements but knew better than to keep trying. "I tell you if you let me go I'll get rid of the bastard" he said. "I can make it so no one even recognizes him by the time I'm done". Storm shook her head. "No Logan, I know you want to help me but at this point violence will only make things harder, if news of a mutant killing a human were to reach the Friends of humanity let alone the media we could have a full on war on our hands". "Well maybe that's what we need" the man said stepping towards Ororo. "Maybe its about time mutants stopped being the worlds punching bag". Wolverine was heated but feeling Storm's fingers trail over his lips helped to calm him. Leaning in she kissed him softly. "Its not time" she whispered. "Not yet" he grunted.