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The group of mutants watched the scenery change from a sandy beach of misery, to a cluster of scratchy bushes. Erik understood that they needed to appear hidden, but he questioned whether the bushes were necessary.
"Okay, well obviously I can't go in there without causing a commotion," Hank said, referring to his blue fur. "Moria, I want you to make sure that everything goes smoothly in there. Use your CIA clearance if necessary." Moria nodded. "I will take Raven, Alex, and Sean back to the X-Mansion." Raven looked like she was ready to protest, but Hank didn't allow that to happen. He turned to look at Azazel, "We are done with your assistance. Unless you wish to change your mind and stay with us, you may go." And with that, the three of them were gone.
Which left Erik. Erik let out a huge sigh, not sure of what was about to be said. "Well we clearly can't have you levitating Charles in there. So if you are able to get Charles out more in the open and Moria, if you could go off and get help…" Moria nodded and ran off. Hank turned back to Erik, "Where you go after this does not matter to me. Just leave the Professor alone."
"Why does he get to choo…?" Raven tried to protest. Erik understood. He moved Charles out onto the sidewalk. He glanced at his friend one last time, and walked into the down town city of New York.
Good-bye Charles.
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Moria ran into the main lobby of the hospital, her CIA badge flapping in her outstretched hand, "I've got a seriously injured man outside this hospital." Before she could even ask for help, a team of people ran out the door pushing a stretcher.
She ran to catch up to them. By the time she got outside, Hank and the kids were gone, Charles was being hoisted onto the stretcher, and Erik's distinct silhouette was growing smaller into the distance. Great. I'm alone on this one.
Moria hoped that Charles's blue and yellow suit wouldn't attract too much attention. Then again, she told herself, this is New York City.
As the doctors wheeled Charles into the ER, one doctor stayed back to listen to Moria's vague story. She said what needed to be said, but nothing more. A bullet had hit Charles Xavier in the back. The bullet had been removed, but Charles had claimed to have lost feeling in his legs before blacking out. It couldn't have happened more than a half hour ago. Things such as where, how, and why were left unanswered.
With that, the doctor stood up and walked away.
Leaving Moria all to herself.
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Erik gazed out at the bright city of New York. He couldn't understand why everyone seemed so normal. Their country almost just entered World War III, he thought to himself, and they're running amuck trying to catch the bus so they can get the perfect deal on that perfect pair of shoes. Or that perfect dress. Or that great job interview.
Erik knew that the right thing to do was leave and never think about Charles again. Forget everything. However, he knew from personal experience that that was easier said than done. He had tried every day of his life to forget what he experienced as a kid. Shaw. The camps. Everything. No matter how hard he tried, Erik could never forget what he had been through.
And he knew he would never forget what he did to Charles. And for that reason, Erik turned around and headed back to the hospital.
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By the time Erik returned to the hospital, he knew that he must have been gone at least two hours. When he entered the waiting room, Moria was asleep on the couch. Erik sat in one of the chairs and thought about doing the same.
When his eyes were half way closed, he immediately forced them back open. A man in a white jacket stood in the door frame. "Moria MacTaggert?" the man asked for. He called her name three more times before she woke up. Moria slowly sat up from the couch. She looked across the room. When her eyes met Erik's, he saw one of the most terrifying glares he'd ever encountered.
"Ms. MacTaggert?" the man asked again.
"Yes?"
"I need to talk to you in private. But first I need to know, do you have any family relations with Mr. Xavier?" he spoke very solemnly.
"No, we are just friends. I was there when the accident happened." Moria answered.
"Okay, if you would just follow me down the hall," the doctor said while glancing at Erik.
As he was closing the door, Erik said as calmly as possible, "I'm his brother."
The doctor caught the door and pushed it back open. "Then you better come with us too."
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Paralyzed.
His friend would never walk again. And it was his fault. He dwelled upon the bullet that ended up severing his friend's spine. He was the cause of the wheelchair Charles would live in for the rest of his life.
"We are moving Mr. Xavier to a different room. When everything is set, his immediate family may visit him." The doctor turned to look at Moria, "I'm truly sorry to say this Ms. MacTaggert, but as you are only a friend, I cannot allow you to visit Charles until he is in a better state. I'm afraid even your CIA clearance won't let you in unless you are researching the case." Moria gave him a slight nod, and the doctor signaled them out the door.
"O, and Mr. Xavier?" the doctor spoke out. Erik gave a slightly delayed reaction, almost forgetting that the doctor thought they were brothers.
"Yes?" Erik asked, turning around.
"If you sit out in the waiting area, I can call you back when your brother is ready."
Erik gave him a nod, "O. And please, call me Erik." Please. And he headed down the hallway.
Moria didn't even make eye contact with him. "I'm going back to the mansion," was all she spat out before she walked out of the waiting room.
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Erik mentally flipped around the metal coins in his pocket. Why did I say I was his brother? he asked himself. Why couldn't I just have been a friend? Erik was nervous. I promised Hank I'd leave him alone. Erik had never felt this nervous before in all of his life. Including everything in the camps, nothing had worried him like what may be in store for him next. Does Charles even want to see me? He felt the metal doorknob to the hallway turn. No backing out now.
"Erik? We're ready for you now."
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