My mind was murky and blurred as I fought to open my eyes. I only remembered bits and pieces of the bloody scene I'd been involved. I groaned and tried to roll on to my side, but the sharp pain stopped me.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hold still, your gonna hurt yourself," the woman's soft voice echoed through my pounding head. I forced my eyes open, ignoring the throbbing the light inflicted upon them. Isis stood there, looking down over me. Her hair was trailing her body, a blue t-shirt, and pair of jeans covered her.
I growled, "Where am I?" Each word seemed to take my breath, but I forced them out.
"Don't ya remember?" She asked, her delicate brows furrowing. She reached forward, taking a seat next to me on the bed, her hands immediatly feeling my head. "God, I hope you don't have a concussion! You know who you are?" Her voice raised shrilly, edging on panic.
I growled, "Of course, I'm Magneto! Now, where am I?" She sat back, her lips clamping into a pout.
"I brought you to my apartment, remember? I found you in the trash, you could barely move... Any of this ringing any bells?" She asked defensively.
I shut my eyes, concentrating on what had happened. I remembered her seeing to the girl, Mystique killing those men that had tried to shoot me, Isis killing the man that had been after Sabretooth, there'd been too many bullets... I'd ordered John to clear the area so that we could retreat, a explosion, and then things started getting hazy. I tried to reach up to rub my temples as the pounding in my head continued, but my arm was stiff and too sore to actually bend. My glance darted down at it, noticing the stitched wound, then it hit me.
She'd practically carried me across town, she'd undressed me, she'd stitched me! I wasn't sure what to say, I opened my eyes studying her soft blue eyes, her young face, her long gorgeous brown hair. She was too young to be apart of this, too young to harbor a fugitive, too damn young to be around me!
I shouted in frustration, "Where are the rest of them?"
She scoffed, "How the hell should I know? When I got back the place was covered in po po, your just lucky I found you before they did." She moved away from the bed, "Why don't you go back to sleep? Maybe you'll feel better when you wake up next time."
She left the room, and I watched the door. I didn't expect her to come back in for awhile and I didn't think she'd change her mind and turn me in. I wasn't sure what else could be expected though, she'd seemed so innocent. Then she'd took me in, bringing me home, and stitching me up? That was not the act of a normal innocent bystander, anyone else would have ignored me in favor of keeping their hands clean.
I sighed, anyone could have came upon me. I had been at my most vunerable when she had found me. She didn't deserve my anger, my frustration, she deserved my gratitude. My head started to throb again and I shut my eyes. When I woke, I would apologize to her. I would make it up to her somehow. I should have never yelled or doubted her. Her actions spoke of more true honor than most and I should have shown her that I acknowledged and appreciated it.