Fine Lines

A/N: Just so no one gets really confused or anything, in this AU, Kurt is NOT Mystique's son. She's his sister. *grins evilly* Dun, dun, DUN!

Fine Lines: Chapter 3

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Hours later in the infirmary, Ororo was beginning to wake up from her ordeal. Her body ached all over with a kind of numbing pain that she guessed what due to painkillers. She shifted slightly on the soft sheets of the medical bed, a soft moan of discomfort escaping her lips before her eyes slowly blinked open.

"Ororo lass, can ye hear me?" Moira's gentle voice asked quietly, moving to stand near the head of the medical bed. She smiled sympathetically as the teenager's weary blue eyes gazed up at her.

Moaning softly, she closed her eyes for a moment again, then opened them to blink a few times. Once she had focused, Ororo grimaced slightly up at Moira. "I hear you," she whispered in a soft voice. She frowned suddenly, having expected to wake up to find her boyfriend sitting beside her. "Where's Logan?"

Moira dropped her gaze and looked down somewhat sadly.

Ororo knew there was something the Scottish woman didn't want her to know, like she was afraid of upsetting her in the state she was in. "What is it?" she asked worriedly, trying to hide the near-panic in her weak voice.

Stepping aside carefully, Moira gestured behind her to the other nearby bed. Logan laid there unconscious, covered in bandages and plugged into tubes with other various medical equipment.

"Wha-what happened to him?" Ororo suddenly felt sick. She was sick from what had been done to her, how she had been violated, and sick from the unfavorable condition her boyfriend was in.

Moira shifted again to block her view. She sighed softly. "After he found ye, Logan took off after Victor. It seemed that Creed was meetin' some o' his pals out on the grounds, an' when Logan showed up they all ambushed 'im."

"Who was it?" Ororo's brows furrowed with anger, her lower lip trembling. She couldn't help but wonder if it had all been planned. Did Victor rape her just to get back at Logan, then have him chase him from the mansion so he could get a shot at him?

"I'm not entirely sure. Remy an' Kurt were the ones that brought Logan back. Victor an' the others took off when they saw the cavalry comin' in." Moira sighed, holding back her anger at the teens involved. "I got a good idea who it was though. Victor's usually hangin' 'round Mystique, Toad, Avalanche, an' the like. I wouldnae put it beneath 'em te do somethin' like that." She gave a slight snort of frustration. "They're all bein' expelled from th' school an' reported te the police, but I suspect all of 'em involved already ran away an' don't plan on comin' back."

A silent tear rolled down Ororo's cheek. "Is he gonna be okay?" she asked hesitantly, trying to look past Moira to the other bed.

Moira gave a tight smile. "Dinnae worry 'bout Logan, he'll be a'right. I want ya te worry 'bout y'self. You rest now, ye hear? I'll give ye s'more pain medication." She told her gently.

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Kitty leaned back idly against Peter's shoulder as they sat together on a couch in the rec room. They were sitting around with Jean, Scott, Rogue, Remy, Kurt, Bobby, and Jubilee. All were still dressed in their pajamas, and it was nearly five a.m., but none had gone back to sleep after finding out what happened to their friends.

Rubbing both arms and shuddering slightly as she sat on Scott's lap in an overstuffed chair, Jean was the first to break the long silence that had developed within the room. "I hope Ororo will be alright. Emotionally I mean." They had all been informed of Ororo's return to consciousness, but were instructed not to go down to the med lab and bother her since she still needed to rest up.

"I always knew Vic was bad news," Rogue muttered under her breath.

"I think we all had a feeling about that creep," Kitty said, making a face.

"An' de rest o' his posse too, non?" Remy made a vague hand gesture, and everyone knew the teens he was referring to.

Kurt sighed solemnly. "They really made a mess of Logan." The feisty little mutant was one of his best friends, and although he had seen him take pretty hard hits and get back up, Kurt was still worried. When he and Remy found Logan, he was lying motionless and bloodied at the far end of the grounds near the gate. Victor, Raven, and the others had already started to take off, but they didn't care, they'd done what they set out to do. It made Kurt sad that his sister could take part in something like that.

Scott and Jean had both been leaving the med lab when Kurt teleported Logan down there. They even caught Hank's shocked expression at the sight of their friend, and the doctor was fairly used to seeing pretty grizzly injuries. "Don't worry guys, Mr. McCoy and Moira will take good care of Ororo and Logan," Scott said gently, trying to reassure himself as well as everyone else.

Peter wrapped an arm around Kitty protectively as though he were afraid Victor would come back and do to her what he'd done to Ororo.

"Well if Vic or those other losers show their faces again I'll be sure to freeze their ass." Bobby muttered from his seat on the floor. He was more angry over the situation than anything.

"Don't worry Bob-O," Jubilee smiled half-heartedly and patted his shoulder. "We'll all give 'em what they deserve." She got up from the floor and yawned loudly, stretching her limbs. "We're not doin' any good sitting around here and sulking, I'm gonna go shower," she announced before leaving the rec room.

"The petite be right, I'm gonna head out too mes amis." Remy squeezed Rogue's hand, smiling a bit slyly in his usual charming grin while he got up.

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When Ororo woke again it was nearly noon. She automatically turned her head to the right, finding that Logan was still laying on the bed beside hers unconscious, but she noticed most of the tubes were gone. Brows furrowing worriedly, she pushing herself into a sitting position with a slight grimace. Pain shot through her from between her legs and she released a faint cry. Gritting her teeth, Ororo managed to fully sit up, her legs hanging over the side of the bed while she faced Logan. She wanted to go over to him, but wasn't so sure how steady her legs would be. Besides that, she was still hooked up to an I.V.

Hank came into the infirmary with a clipboard, wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope around his neck. He smiled over at Ororo and stood between her bed and Logan's. "How are you feeling?"

"A little better," she felt slightly embarassed suddenly, her cheeks flushing a dim pink. "Still pretty sore..down there.. But better."

The beastly doctor nodded and released a sigh as he glanced over at Logan. "Not up yet, hmm?" He said aloud, mainly to himself. Stepping closer to the bed he focused on the monitors for a moment before his eyes flicked back to the unconscious teen. "I think it's time I try and wake you."

Ororo's brows furrowed while she watched. "Mr. McCoy, don't you think he needs to rest?"

He nodded. "Yes indeed, but I'd like to hear from him myself to find out if he remembers anything about the attack. I'd also like to see how far along he's healed, and since Logan knows his own pain, he can tell us how he's doing and I'll know if he needs a little more help." Hank made a gesture toward the medicine closet, indicating the more powerful drugs in there that could even surpass Logan's healing factor. "He'll get plenty of rest afterwards." He assured Ororo with a warm smile.

She said nothing, tilting to the side a little where she sat so she could view Logan.

Gingerly placing a massive clawed hand on the teenager's shoulder, Hank nudged him firmly but gently. "Logan, can you hear me? Wake up." When he didn't budge or show any signs of waking, the doctor turned around and looked at Ororo. "Would you like to give it a try? Maybe hearing your voice and letting him know that you're safe will bring him back."

Nodding with eagerness to help, Ororo leaned forward on her bed a little as Hank moved aside. "Logan, it's me, Ororo. Wake up okay? I'm alright but I need you to wake up." She paused, noticing the hand resting by his left side twitching slightly. "Logan?"

Dark blue eyes shot open suddenly. "'Ro!" He called out hoarsely with worry while forcing himself to sit up. Logan gritted his teeth in agony as a deep pain flared up in his chest.

"Easy there, lay still," Hank instructed calmly while approaching the bedside and making sure he wasn't blocking Ororo from sight.

"It's okay Logan, I'm right here," Ororo spoke up in a soothing tone. She smiled a bit wearily as his eyes slowly locked on her.

Laying back again, Logan kept his eyes on Ororo while Hank adjusted the monitor leads that had been pulled free when he tried sitting up. He focused on breathing more evenly since taking deep breaths caused too much pain. "'Ro.. I'm so sorry, I-"

"Quiet," she interrupted him with a shaky smile, her brow quivering lightly. Ororo had to force back tears from the memory of her assault. "It's not your fault," Her voice was a gentle whisper. "I'll be okay."

Logan didn't seem convinced. He was about to say something when Hank suddenly broke him from his thoughts.

"Logan, do you recall the students who attacked you? Besides Victor, obviously."

"No," he answered weakly after a moment, blinking and slowly shaking his head side to side against the pillow.

Sighing, Hank's face turned solemn. "Moira and I pulled a bone spike from your right lung and another from your leg that damaged your femoral artery."

"Sarah?" Logan choked out with realization.

"What?!" Ororo exclaimed from behind as Hank nodded at Logan. "I didn't even know she was friends with Victor."

"No one did," the doctor shook his head with another sigh. "It was as much a surprise to Moira and I as it is to you." Hank re-checked Logan's I.V., then turned to the other bed and checked Ororo's. With a satisfied nod, he started to leave. "Now I want both of you to continue resting until Moira and I say it is alright for you to leave. Is that understood?" He had a feeling that as long as one of them was stuck in the infirmary, the other would stay too, but he said it anyway.

Ororo replied with a short nod and Logan just grunted softly.

Blinking several times slowly, Logan grit his teeth and hissed in pain. His right hand that laid against the bed lightly rubbed against his thigh. The lower half of his body was covered with a medical blanket, and he could feel the bandage wrapped around his upper leg.

Shifting gingerly onto her right side, Ororo propped herself up with an elbow and looked over at Logan. She scratched her shoulder with irritation, the thin fabric of the medical gown making her itchy. Unlike the gown she had to wear, she knew that Logan was naked beneath his medical blanket. He was covered in so many bandages and had various open wounds that needed to be looked at constantly until he fully healed, Ororo figured Hank just hadn't bothered giving the teen one of the standard gowns.

Noticing Logan's obvious discomfort as he moved again, Ororo's brows furrowed sympathetically. "You okay?"

He grunted with a slight nod, still laying flat on his back. "Yeh, I'm good," he lied, taking a slow breath. "Don't worry 'bout me," Logan mumbled quietly. How he was didn't matter much to him at the moment, he felt that Ororo deserved all the attention in getting well after what she'd been through. What Logan didn't know was that worrying about him was the only thing keeping her from dwelling on her unpleasant encounter with Victor.

Ororo settled down on her side, resting her head against the pillow and still looking across to the other bed. She closed her eyes and blinked tiredly.

For a little while Logan just stared up at the ceiling, waiting for Ororo to fall asleep. When he was sure she wasn't awake, he clenched his eyes shut as his face contorted in pain. An agonized tear squeezed out from Logan's left eye and trailed down his face before being absorbed into the white sterile sheets. His hands flexed absently by his sides, the throbbing pains all over his body nearly unbearable. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Logan grit his teeth as his muscular frame trembled and he fought back a howl from the sensation of internal wounds knitting back together. There was a brief moment of slowed breathing before his head lolled to one side and he passed out.

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Jubilee and Jean had gone down to the med lab for a visit after their classes. They brought down two trays of food, pre-approved by Hank and Moira to do so.

Ororo smiled over at her friends as they came in. She was sitting up, with three comfy pillows behind her. The teen had been up for nearly half an hour, but it was almost four o'clock and neither she or Logan had eaten breakfast or lunch. She didn't know when Logan had gone back to sleep, but figured it wasn't too long after she did. Glancing over at him while Jubilee and Jean came up to her, Ororo's brows furrowed with sympathy at the exhausted look on his face while he slept.

"You gotta be hungry, we brought ya some stuff." Jubilee said cheerfully as she thrusted a tray into Ororo's hands.

Smiling thankfully, Ororo accepted it and settled the tray on her lap. She overlooked the food and picked up a fork. There was some ceasar salad and what looked to be a tuna sandwich, as well as a bottle of cold water. "Thanks guys,"

"No problem," Jean said gently, patting her friend's leg. She took the other tray and brought over to the side table between the beds. "We brought food for Logan too, when he gets up."

"How's he doin'?" Jubilee asked interestedly as she walked between the beds and looked at him. Logan was her friend too, even though they teased eachother plenty and she called him stupid half the time.

Ororo sighed softly before taking a bite of salad. "Mr. McCoy and Moira said he'll be okay. He was up a few hours ago."

Jean and Jubilee both nodded. "How are you doing Ororo?" the redhead asked gently. If her friend didn't want to talk about it she wouldn't pry, she was just asking out of concern and courtesy.

"Better," the wind-rider smiled tightly. "Thanks." She still wasn't quite in the mood for company and hoped that her friends wouldn't be staying very long.

Mentally sensing Ororo's need to be alone, Jean passed a knowing look with Jubilee. "We'll let you relax and finish eating. Feel better okay?"

She smiled faintly and gave a brief nod as the two left her. She wasn't feeling extremely hungry, but she picked at the remnants of her food anyway.

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A/N: Please review! I'd atleast like to get one before I update.