「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(163) Fracture

"Don't move, Lynn. I need to get that immobilized," Jean appealed anxiously as she rushed between Charles and I, carefully wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

It certainly provoked me, her words that referred to my disabled legs as if they were actually capable of governing their own voluntary activity when they were already invalidated, but still aware that she only meant well, I exercised every shred of restrain exhaustible to curb the retort formulated in my mind from escaping my lips to snap at her. Drained with exasperation and despair, I collapsed into her embrace and buried my head into the fabric of her cotton tee.

"Just get him to leave... Please..." I whispered and Jean soothing stroked my back as she presumably communicated with Charles in his mind.

Eventually, his wheels swiveled around and I finally had the courage to peer in his direction, my heart pricking as his back gradually disappeared beyond the corner of my eye. I breathed in relief and heartache as Jean meticulously dried me and the area around when a light knock travelled from the door.

"It's me," Storm's muffled voice traversed through the wooden piece.

"Let her in," I tiredly murmured in instruction.

Jean obeyed, working her powers to release the knob and with the splints and bandages that Storm promptly delivered, the girls skillfully stabilized my probably damaged femur as I casually slipped on my nightgown through my head and arms.

Cautiously, they loaded me back into my chair, corrected by Jean's telekinesis earlier, and their physical task was obviously eased with the aid of her mutation. Storm did an understanding job to shroud the ghastly view of my nonfunctional legs under a blanket, knowing I was hardly tolerating their unpleasant appearance.

Thankfully recognizing that I hated to be seen in this awful state, Jean purposely sheltered us a psychic shield, despite the mansion being mostly emptied by the students who gave themselves a day off on their rare school holiday, as they escorted me down to the basement. Descending to the underground level, Storm pushed me into the operating theatre while Jean readied her analytical equipment before she prudently levitated my body onto the hospital bed and rolled the horizontal platform into the X-ray room.

A flash later, Jean developed the large negative which truly indicated the anticipated discontinuity in my bone. Although it was found to be rather long and deep split, it was fortunate that the relatively major impairment was clean and not problematic, given the artificial reparative DNA had been strictly rejected by my body.

Minimisation of movement without surgery would absolutely suffice to promote its natural healing and surely that would be additionally facilitated by my paraplegic condition but Jean had undeniably grown to be as worrisome as Charles whenever it came to caring for me.

"Lynn, I know you think it's not serious but I think you could still use some reinforcements to alleviate your situation," Jean sincerely recommended as she hooked me up to various gadgets that monitored my vitals and I nodded to her suggestion.

It was comforting to observe Jean's professional medical display as she conscientiously secured my mutilated leg into a metallic brace that conveniently exposed my flesh, rather than in conventional plaster that would present significant risks as my unfeeling and unresponsive limb prohibited any effective identifications or timely warnings of possible complications obscured under the opaque cast.

Upon duly addressing the rest of my superficial ailments, Jean swapped my old sleepwear into a fresh garment and the girls cooperated to transfer my bed on casters and the accompanying devices attached to me to the adjacent connecting ward for recuperation.

Adjusting the head section of the specialized cot, Storm fluffed a pillow for me to rest against in my half-sitting posture and Jean properly elevated my realigned leg using a traction sling, slowly reducing the symptoms of drastic swelling in the affected region, as she covered the rest of my body under a warm fleece.

"Thank you, Jean," I mumbled, mustering a faint smile for her.

"Don't mention it, Lynn," she spoke graciously and sat down on the edge of my bed, holding my hand as she delicately pushed away the stray strands of hair from my face.

"I'll go get the Professor," she kindly offered but I squeezed her palm, tugging on her arm, as she stood up and she faced around with a curious expression.

"No... I... I don't want to see him..." I informed hesitantly and she frowned at me in dismay.

"There's something I need to tell you. All of you," I announced in a somber tone and the two shot baffled gazes back to me.

"Will you get Scott down here, please?" I requested politely and Jean complied.

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