Don't read this if you don't like gay fiction, and nothing here is representative of the real life people expressed. I don't have anything to do with Marvel or Xmen.
Love In The Manor: Chapter 3 by Kosh
The dim light emitting from the overhead fixture crept slowly over the shadows in the room. Two people were there; one, observing a scan on a projected overhead, and the other resting in bed. Doctor Grey had been observing the scan for close to an hour now, taken two hours ago from the body lying on the gurney.
Richard sat up in bed, his eyes unadjusted to the low level of light present. His head throbbed, muscles ached, and eyes strained. From the limited sight he had, he saw Doctor Grey, standing at a table with her back turned to him. He slumped back down into bed just as she turned around.
"Are you ok? You've been asleep for almost 30 hours now."
Richard groaned extensively, trying to recall what exactly had happened to bring him here. "I, I have?"
"Yes, we brought you down from the lounge after you were hit by the book while practicing. Do you remember anything?" she said, sternly but worryingly.
Richard's memory strained to recall what she had just asked. He did remember, though after he heard Doctor Grey come into the lounge he remembered nothing.
"I remember up until you came in. That's all."
The doctor felt his forehead for a few moments and, determined that he didn't feel flustered, went back to the scan.
"You suffered some sort of blackout. It was caused by a severe blow to the head, but we don't really know why, other than it was a metal covered book that hit you. I'm guessing that when you were practicing, something overloaded in your brain, and subconsciously pulled the book you were practicing with towards you, but since you were unaware it struck you in the head. At least, that's my best guess."
His head still slightly throbbing, Richard lay back on the bed and closed his eyes. The low humming of a machine in the corner of the med lab could be heard faintly as Doctor Grey continued to speak.
"Since it doesn't seem to be anything serious anymore, I can let you out as soon as you feel ready to, but I would advise you to rest for a while first." She came over and pulled the blanket up to his shoulders, telling him without words to lie down and rest. As she turned around to return to her scan, the med lab doors silently opened as someone entered. Richard recognized the clinking of the boots immediately; it was Logan.
"How is he doc?"
"He seems fine now. He has been sleeping for over a day. Other than a slight headache, he seems to be recovered, but why it happened in the first place, I'm not exactly sure. He's just resting some more now."
Richard listened intently to their conversation as he sat motionless in bed, pretending to be asleep. The clinking of Logan's boots echoing off the walls, indicated he was pacing back and forth.
"Has anything ever happened like this before, to you or the Professor? I mean, from what it looks like, it was some sort of accidental telepathic thing."
Doctor Grey sighed as she put the vial down on the desk. "No, at least not to my knowledge. It certainly never happened to me. Here, why don't you go back upstairs and get something to eat, ok? He's just resting now; there's nothing to do. I'll join you in a few minutes. Storm should be down any minute, since her shift's starting."
"Ya, ok I guess. I am hungry, and if he's just sleeping then I guess it's ok."
Logan's boots echoed and faded down the hallway as he left the med lab. A few minutes later, the doors opened again as another person entered the room.
"Ok Jean you go upstairs and get something to eat; you've been down here for 16 hours. Get some nourishment, I'll take over."
Richard recognized Storm's voice. He guessed it was her shift now. He felt Jean's gaze glance over in his direction, then she silently exited the room.
Within a few minutes Richard had drifted off to sleep, the low humming of the machine still lingering in his mind.
Richard awoke slowly, the weight of his eyelids still ever present. His headache all but gone, he opened his eyes and focused on the room. He saw a figure sitting in a chair to the side of the bed, but could only make out the silhouette because of the lighting.
"Richard, are you ok?"
"Bobby? Is that you?"
Richard felt Bobby put his hand over his palm. "Yes it's me. Oh, I was so worried. Are you ok?"
"Ya, I mean I'm better now."
"Oh thank God," Bobby sighed. "I was so scared after, well, you know. Do you feel better? Doctor Grey says that you can leave anytime you want."
"I'm much better now," Richard said as he squeezed Bobby's hand in affection and smiled. Bobby smiled back.
After taking almost 30 minutes to fully awake, Bobby led Richard out of the med lab, after Storm gave her clearance of course. As they walked down the blue tiled corridor, Richard realized he had never been here before.
"Where are we?"
"Oh that's right you wouldn't have of been down here before; it's where all the things normal people shouldn't see are kept, like training facilities and the med lab."
"Oh I see. Is that the elevator back to the main floor?" Bobby nodded as the two of them entered its doors.
As they got off in the main hall, Logan was standing there, impatiently tapping his boot on the marble tile.
"So kid, you feelin' alright now?"
"Ya, I just want to get up to bed though. The only thing that hasn't changed is I'm still tired."
Bobby slowly guided Richard over to the giant oak staircase. As they walked, Richard stumbled and put his hand on his forehead.
"Ow. It still hurts a bit," he said as he rubbed his temples. His normally short, spiky brown hair had given up standing and had fallen in a tangled mess around his head.
Logan came up behind him, grabbed him, and picked him up.
"I'll carry him up to bed. He probably won't make it if he walks on his own," Logan said as he started walking up the stairs, Richard in his arms, Bobby just behind.
After laying Richard on his bed, Logan walked quietly out of the room and down the hallway, his footsteps echoing. Bobby stared contently at Richard, worried he was in pain again. As he did, Richard opened his eyes slightly to see what was happening.
"Bobby, can you stay with me for a while? I don't want to be alone," he said, looking up at Bobby, a combination of need and fear in his eyes.
"Of course I will," Bobby replied, smiling slightly.
He crawled on the bed, placing his hand over Richard's shoulder, pulling him closer. He felt Richard's chest rise and fall as he breathed; he pulled his body along side his, realizing that Richard's build was very similar to his own. The two of them soon fell asleep, content and comfortable that the other was with him.
Ok there you go, one more installment. I'll post another chapter very soon. Email: koshfanfic@hotmail.com