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Pietro groaned when he opened his eyes. He was lying in one of the hospital beds and Lance, Wanda, and Toad were crowded around him.

"Jesus, he's awake. Pietro, you scared the shit out of me, I…"

"Lance! Give him some space," Wanda said. The three of them pulled back allowing the overhead lights to glare right into Pietro's face. He groaned again and covered his face with his hands.

"What happened?" he asked, struggling to remember the events that led him to this hospital bed.

"You fainted or something…Oh man, we're not here for a day and you already have everyone talking about you," Lance said looking at him in awe.

"That's not really a good thing…" Wanda mumbled. Pietro moved his hands from his face, and the cord from the IV brushed against his side. His eyes darted to the needle of the IV that was stuck into his vein. As Pietro suppressed his first impulse to rip the needle out of his skin, the memory of what happened flooded back to him in a rush. He knew he had some sort of a panic attack, which no doubt was from all the stress he was under.

"Pietro, what happened? Mr. McCoy didn't tell us anything except that you passed out." The look of concern on Wanda's face made Pietro smile, and when he looked at Lance and Toad and saw that they were worried too, he realized they really cared about him. For as long as he could remember he had always felt that it didn't matter to anyone if he was dead or alive, which wasn't always true. For some reason it took this moment for Pietro to see the bonds between him and his teammates.

"I don't know," Pietro lied, becoming interested in the fabric of the sheets so he wouldn't have to look at Wanda, "All I remember is sitting on that table and passing out." When he looked up at Wanda her expression was skeptical. She knew he was lying, but didn't say anything. The explanation was enough for Lance and Toad, though, they just looked happy that they didn't lose him. Pietro didn't want to unload all of the stuff with Magneto yet. They would be happier not knowing.

"What time is it?" Pietro asked, trying to draw attention away from himself.

"6:34," Toad said, looking at the new watch on his wrist. Ever since the fire, Toad didn't talk much, but nobody took the time to ask him about it yet. Pietro knew that the loss of Fred had messed Toad up, he could tell by just looking at him. Pietro would talk to him later, and maybe tell him to take up the therapy sessions Xavier had offered.

"Yeah, they already took us shopping and everything. We picked out some stuff for you so you won't look like a doofus at the dinner tonight," Lance said grinning.

"Dinner?" Pietro asked.

"Don't you remember? Us. X-Geeks. Food. Should be uh, you know…fun," Lance said rolling his eyes at the idea of having a civilized dinner with the X-Men.

"Oh yeah…" Pietro wondered if he could pretend to be sick so he wouldn't have to go.

"You're going right? You can't duck out of this one on me. We're gonna need to stick together," Lance acted like they were going into battle.

"Fine, I'm going."

"As long as you feel alright," Wanda insisted. Pietro laughed a little at the way Wanda was acting like she was his mom or something.

"I feel fine. Look at me, I'm great," Pietro said, sitting up and giving her a huge smile.

"Good, you better start getting ready. Dinner's at 7:00 in the dining hall," Lance said turning to leave to get himself ready. Toad followed him out, but Wanda stayed right where she was. The curtain rustled and then it was just her and Pietro. The only thing Pietro could hear was the drip of the IV and the beeping machines around them.

"Pietro, what's going on?" Wanda asked approaching him with her arms tucked around her sides. When Pietro didn't answer her she went on, "You look really bad, and it's not just from today. I know you haven't been eating, and you haven't slept at all. That's why Mr. McCoy said you were out for such a long time. Please say something. You can tell me."

"No, I can't," Pietro answered glaring down at his bed sheets.

"Please, I don't want to lose you. You're all that I've got, and I know I don't act like it but it's true. I don't have anybody else, so please tell me what's happening," Wanda insisted.

Pietro was silent for a minute, before he looked up at her sadly, "I can't tell you. Don't worry about me Wanda, I'll be ok," he said although he didn't even convince himself when he said that. Wanda pulled away from him, and although she turned from him, he could see tears glistening in her eyes.

"Fine, but Pietro if we can't talk to each other I don't know how we're going to get through this," she said bitterly. Pietro was sad to hear that she sounded like her old angry self again.

"Wanda, you have to understand, you wouldn't want to know," Pietro said.

"Don't treat me like a little kid! I can't believe you're doing this! I'm trying to change things, can't you see that? If you shut me out then it's all for nothing!" she yelled, her hands balling into fists. Objects in the room started to shake as her powers started to work, and the blue current poured from her hands. Pietro reached out to her, but she turned away angrily.

"I'll…I'll see you later!" Wanda's voice broke, and she pushed over a rolling cart by the wall with her powers on accident. The curtain swished behind her angrily as she left, and Pietro stared at the cart that had clattered to the floor, and all the papers that had been stacked on top of it were spread all over the floor. He sat quietly watching the wheels on the overturned cart spin, and wondered if he should have told her. He sighed, and looked at the stack of clothes on the side table by his bed. Pietro decided to get ready even though he wanted nothing more to lay in bed until everything wasn't complicated anymore. He knew this would never happen, though, so it was up to him to try to fix things.