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poster:Angelface posted on:9:21 pm on Sep. 23, 2002 I walked into that meeting with The Professor and Dr. Grey sure that they would tell me not to worry, that he’ll be fine in a few days, but Dr. Grey is using words like brain damage and irreversible coma. My heart sunk. This is far more than I’ve ever tried before. I don’t know if I can do it, but I know I have to try. When we entered the lab I saw Annie sitting forlornly next to Cammo, lightly touching his arm. No matter how rude or crude she's been to me I still felt the need to try now. Dr. Grey summoned a chair for me to sit in while I played. Just in case I got too weak to stand I could still play a bit longer. I rosined my bow, stalling. I don’t like the way Xavier’s staring at me. Almost like he expects me to quit on him – on Cameron. I took a deep breath and put the bow to the strings, choosing a soft, metric Bach to start with, in pace with his heartbeat. The clear, consistent rhythm will help steady us both as I started to work. I could feel the air around us changing as if there was an electrical current flowing from my violin into Cameron. I have to do my best to ignore it as I keep the bow moving. The tune shifted, quite unconsciously on my part, speeding up, losing its comforting cadence my bow moving almost with a life of its own. I played feverishly, the tempo racing, the bow digging, louder and faster… And then nothing. (Edited by Angelface at 10:32 pm on Sep. 23, 2002)
Poster:cammogirl Posted on:9:35 pm on Sep. 23, 2002 All I could hear was the frantic voice of a violin. It was the strangest thing... as if each note, reedy and drawn out, pulled at me, pulled me from somewhere, wove me together and plucked and dragged... I felt warmness engulf me, slipping sweeps of that strange feeling you get when pain leaves you. Breath, I thought, I want to breath! I tried, but I felt choking... pain... what was in my way? I gagged, and then suddenly it was clear again. I sucked in a lungful of air... oh God it burned! I let out a moan, and I franticly tried to open my eyes. I tried to speak, but my throat wouldn't let me. My hands clawed for a hold of something, anything. They found another hand. "Aah-" I coughed, I moaned again. "Annie!" I frowned, trying to think. Not Annie... Cassie. "Dih we geh her? Dih we geh Cass?"
Poster:nacey Posted on:9:41 pm on Sep. 23, 2002 I still don't know why they let me in here, I guess it was to keep Annie in a state of calm. She was next to me, clutching me with that striken look in her eyes. Angelica did her thing and... I couldn't believe it. Cammo looked mostly dead, and then after Angelica sits there and does a little fugue... he's coughing and breathing and talking again! My heart leapt in my chest. I stayed back, keeping to the wall, right out of the way. Jean rushed over to him, pulling the tubes out of the way of his breathing, pulling the sticky-tape stuff off of his eyes and putting her stethoscope to his chest. She smiled at Angelica, shaking her head. "You're amazing," she said. Angelica managed a faint smile before crumpling to the floor, her bo skittering across the floor. Hank rushed to her side, pulling her up onto a table, working on her as Jean made all necessary checks on Cammo. She patted Cammo's arm after a moment, smiled at him, and rushed over to Angelica's side. Without a pause, Annie ran over to Cammo. Looked like my work here was done.
Poster: Allison Posted on: 11:01 pm on Sep. 23, 2002 As soon as Dr. Grey stopped checking up on him, I ran back over to Cammo’s side. His eyes were open, the tube was gone, and he seemed to have gotten the ok. I’d have to give Angelica my right arm later or something. The knot in my stomach had unwound and the worry had been lightened, it felt strange, my muscles that had been tensed since Jubilee came rushing into the kitchen had relaxed quickly, making my limbs rubbery. At least, more rubbery than normal. I entwined my fingers in his, “Hey you.” "Hey..." He sounded distant, whacked out. I rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb, “Glad to see you’re doing a whole lot better.” He groaned. "Christ. If this is a whole lot better I'd hate to see how I was doing before." “It wasn’t exactly a stroll through park,” I answered. I did my best not to show how worried I'’ been, just talking about it now I could feel my cheeks start to hurt the way they always do before I cry. "I'll believe you on that," he said, his voice husky. "God, I feel like I've been put through a meat tenderiser..." My lip was starting to quiver no matter how hard I tried to stop it. “Does this… you know, happen a lot? The ending up beat to shit in the med lab?” He looked thoughtful amidst looking in absolute agony. "Uhm... not to this extent, no." His eyes moved slowly to me. "But I do get hurt a lot." I was damn near chewing a hole in my lip at this point. “I thought you were still a trainee.” He gave a pained smile. "That's' why I get hurt a lot." He laughed a little, but it turned to a cough. He tried to grip my hand; it was a frighteningly weak hold. "...Annie?" “Yeah?” "I nearly died, didn't I?" The tears began to shed again, as I nodded, “Pretty much, yeah.” He sighed, and tugged on my hand. "I don't wanna ever die without you knowing something, An." He looked a little thoughtful then. "Not that I plan on dying any time soon... I'm jus' sayin'..." It took him some time to say this, as he was speaking much slower and carefully than usual. I tried to smile, “You better not be planning on dying, I’ll get my grandma to kick your ass up there.” "Do you wanna hear what I hafta say or not?" he said, smiling weakly. “Yeah, just no more death stuff, ok?” He shook his head. "I decided somethin' when I was out there yesterday." "See that's your problem, you should've been paying attention, not thinking about me." "You're not going to make this easy for me to say are you?" he said. I sighed, “Fine, say it.” He gave a weak smile. "I love you." “I…” I couldn’t really respond, between the shock and the tears that were having a merry time streaming down my face, my vocal chords had squeezed up. So I just squeezed his hand tighter and kissed him softly on the lips. I mean shit. He loves me. I’ve never done the in love thing before but judging by the happy feeling in my chest I’m well on my way, if I’m not already. His response was a feeble caress in return, and he muttered, "So can I take that as an 'I love you too'?" The water works were in over drive but I managed to squeak out an, “Uh huh.” He sighed with relief. "Oh good." He pressed his lips together and tried to reach my face, but his arms were too sore. "Don't cry." “I’m leaking… Kind of hard to stop,” I dropped into the chair so I was closer to him. He smiled weakly at that. "S'long as you know I'm okay now." “Yeah, yeah you are.” Of course I’d believe that even more when we could go for another walk. He pulled my hand to his lips and brushed a quick kiss there. "Good." I smiled down at him. Hot damn, I got me a boyfriend.
Poster: Amezri Posted on: 1:13 am on Sep. 24, 2002 Kurt watched with a pang of jealousy as Cammo confessed his love to Annie. He wished he could tell Cassie that he loved her and that she could respond in kind. With a sigh, he brought his gaze back to the girl that lay before him. Jean had long since left Med Lab, replaced briefly by the Professor. Xavier had told Kurt sullenly that Cassandrea was in a dark, lonely place and it would take time to bring her back. He sighed again, tucking a stray strand of Cassie's indigo hair behind her ear. He traced her jawline gently with the tips of his fingers. "Ich verzeihe Ihnen," he whispered. /I forgive you./ ~~~~ The little world she had built for herself seemed safe and secure. Cassandrea needed that security now and no one could make her give it up. Oh, but they had tried. The red-head and the Professor. Jean's attempt was little more than clumsy probing, which Cassie easily deflected with the skills Emma had left her. Professor Xavier, however, was more persistent. He had broken through her walls enough to see the safe place she had built herself - a place she wouldn't share with anyone else. Drawing on what knowledge she had, Cassie pushed him back out of her mind then burrowed to a deeper, darker place where she could be left in peace.
Poster:Jen Posted on: 11:18 pm on Sep. 30, 2002 OOC:I was in a mood writing this. I take it as a sign that those stupid anger management classes Xavier’s been making me take are working that I didn’t just send this scrub brush though a wall or Max’s head. I know him. I should have known he would go straight down to med-lab. Cameron’s his friend and he’s hurt. That’s where he belongs. Not however where I belong. I belong right where I always do: on my knees cleaning up someone else’s mess. It’s what I’m good at. It’s about the only thing I’m good at. Certainly making myself understood without pissing everyone off isn’t one of my skills. I’m not looking forward to trying to apologize to Cameron, especially since I’m not sorry for the message I sent - just the wording. I’m not all that displeased with the wording either. Clear, concise, not subject to interpretation. I thought I did a damn fine job, but I could forget how… hurt he seemed by my words. Not angry, just hurt. Crap. I need to get down to med lab and apologize. Maybe I can still do it while he’s still unconscious. That would be good. The elevator opened and without looking up I called out, “Hold it open.” “What are you doing, Sare?” “What does it look like I’m doing?” I shot back. Like really. I’m on my hands and knees with a scrub brush and a bucket. What the fuck does he think I’m doing? Max ran a hand though his hair. I felt kinda bad. My bad mood wasn’t his fault, but Christ, am I just fucking cursed? Two times in my entire life I've tried to have something resembling a date and both times someone's ended up almost dead. What is up with that? Tonight was supposed to be special, it was supposed to be min, and he just up and left. So much for how important I am to him. Not like him not taking me anywhere or even suggesting we go anywhere in months wasn’t a clue even I should have picked up on. “Uh… Cameron’s awake and talking.” He was practically bouncing. Was he not getting it? Ticked off girl spending what was supposed to be her first date in almost four months cleaning up dried blood, stray fur and what seemed to be some sort of slime off the floor. “He told Annie he loved her. Isn’t that great!” “Yup.” I said flatly. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” If he can’t figure it out, it isn’t worth discussing. “Can you move? I need to finish this.” Max sighed. "What have I done now?" "Oh I don't know... something along the lines of running off to god knows where with Annie and then vanishing when you come back. Did it occur to you that I might like to know what the fuck was going on? Of course not! Silly me, I forgot. I'm just here to deal with the mess." He sighed. "I was just making sure Annie was okay. Cammo was in a really bad state, and I didn't want her to be alone for that." “Fine. " I slammed down the brush and sat back on my heels. "She’s okay, Cameron loves her, and I’ve finished the floors. All is right with our world.” “Don’t be like this, Sare. I had to go.” “You didn’t have to go. You chose to go. Thank you for dinner. Goodnight.”
Poster:nacey Posted on: 7:47 am on Oct. 1, 2002 Anger bubbled up inside of me, and I stormed forward, grabbing her arm. "You know, that's the single most fucking selfish thing I've ever heard you say. You didn't have to clean the fucking floors, Xavier has been able to get them clean without you. Hey... *you* chose it." I pressed my lips together and eyed her. "You could have been down there, with people that needed you. But you weren't. Like it or not, people care about each other here. Fuck knows Annie and Cam would skip out on the end of a date to be there for you if you were out of it." I glared at her, and for the first time since we started going out, I was angry at her. She just didn't seem to understand what the entire group were going through. Maybe she did. But all this over a stupid date? And not telling her what was going on? Jesus Christ, I thought Cammo was going to *die*. (Edited by nacey at 7:48 am on Oct. 1, 2002)
Poster:Jen Posted on: 8:38 am on Oct. 2, 2002 Sarah glared up at him and wrenched her arm away from his grasp, ignoring the sound of her sweater catching and tearing on his claws. “Fine. I’m a selfish bitch who doesn’t care about anyone. You just figuring that out?” "Hey, you're being one, doesn't mean you are one. Just because you're scared of giving a crap about people doesn't mean you've got license to bail me out when I try to be there for my friends." "I'm not scared of anything." Max lifted a brow, looking amused. "Really? When was the last time you told me you loved me?" "That... I'm not afraid of that. I just don't like lying." Sarah regretted the words the instant they came out, but was shocked at Max’s calm response. No tears, no yelling, just a sharp, feral look. She was about to retract them when he spoke up. "Fine. If that's the way it is, I seem to be wasting my time with you. Nice knowing you, Sarah." Sarah watched as Max stomped off, resisting the urge to race after him. She’d been up front about things from the start. He had no right to change the rules part way through. Even so… She left the brush and bucket in the elevator and walked straight to Xavier’s liquor cabinet. She didn’t even bother to close the door. She knew she’d be punished, but at that moment she didn’t care.
Poster:nacey Posted on: 11:32 am on Oct. 2,2002 I stormed into my room, and grit my teeth. I was so fucking angry, I didn't feel like drinking. I'd never been in such a state before. I just - I couldn't BELIEVE her. It wasn't the fact that she was upset about the date - that I understood. It was those words... "I just don't like lying." Well fuck her. Fuck her well and truly. I wasn't going to run around after her being the perfect boyfriend, only to know that she will never love me in return, cause it's just not in her. I didn't drown my sorrows, I didn't even cry. I got my shit together, and I did my best to get on with the day. No doubt the grim determination in my face was telling, cause I think that's probably the first thing people noticed that something was very wrong.
Poster:Angelface Posted on: 9:06 pm on Oct. 2, 2002 My head felt fuzzy and my whole body felt sore, I groaned as I opened my eyes. “Ahh, Angelica, so nice to see you awake. “You’ve been asleep for most of the morning now, a voice said from beside me. "Can I have some aspirin or something? My head feels as if it's going to explode." Of course, a furry hand dropped a pair of pills into my hand. “Do you need water to take those?” "Please." I hadn't realized how thirsty I was until he said something. I glanced over and saw Cameron still asleep on the other side of the room. "Is he better?" “Much, you are quite talented, Angelica, you greatly aided in his recovery.” I blushed a little, “Thank you.” Dr. McCoy slipped into his office to get some water, and through the door I saw a mop of green hair that I had to assume belonged to Annie. The casual attitude they have here about sleeping in your own bed is astounding. Maybe it’s just me. After months on the road, in a new hotel room every night, I love nothing more than slipping into my own bed at the end of the day. Speaking of which..."Dr. McCoy, would it be possible for me to go back to my room to rest. I think I'd be more comfortable." “Of course, classes have been canceled today so you can just rest,” he passed me a paper cup filled with water. I sipped it gratefully. "My violin...is it all right? Did it get damaged?" A hint of amusement flashed in his yellow eyes, “It is a bit scuffed, but overall it is no worse for wear.” "A scuff?" Oh god. His assurances of a little scuff did little to ease my mind. Around here, the phrase 'in need of minor medical attention' meant that anywhere else they'd be listed in critical condition in the ICU. I envisioned a pile of lacquered splinters where my violin used to be. “A bit of polish and it should be right as rain,” he assured me. Still, I knew I'd feel better once I saw it.
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