「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(209) Right Side

Slowly manoeuvring my wheels aside, I managed to pick up the crushed syringe after much struggling trying to reach for the floor while simultaneously maintaining balance of myself and my chair. It was uncommon for an empty one as such, especially with the needle still intact, to be lying around so oddly given Jean's meticulousness and naturally, I examined it closely, suddenly registering a whiff of anaestetic.

"Lynn! Lynn!" I shouted hysterically but her response was basically devoid even when I attempted to shake her awake.

Hurriedly, I whipped open the duvet and quickly scanned her body, eventually spotting a tiny puncture wound on her right thigh.

"Professor! Is everything alright?!" Jean exclaimed, frantically bursting in presumably as she heard my upset cries.

"Someone was here," I stated, unable to contain the quiver in my voice, as Jean fetched the broken apparatus that had again fallen to the ground in my moment of frenzy.

"Fentanyl..." Jean blurted, looking at me with a horrified expression but spontaneously sprung up almost the next moment.

Her doctor's gown and medical equipment began sailing into the room as Jean briskly circled around the surgical platform, performing a thorough body check on Lynn, and her professional inspection concluded with obtaining a blood sample from Lynn. Various analyses were ran on the withdrawn specimen and our computers promptly revealed no significant damage or disruption to Lynn's internal system despite the unexpected opiate injection that appeared to only serve the purpose of temporarily sedating her.

"Strange... It's like whoever did this just needed her to go to sleep..." Jean commented in a muddled tone, staring at the screen of bizarre results as I discretely made my way over to Lynn.

"I should never have left you here alone. I'm terribly sorry, Lynn," I sobbed quietly, burying my face into my palms as I rested my elbows on the edge of her bed.

"It's alright, Professor. She'll be fine once it wears off," Jean comforted politely, clacking her heels along as she walked.

"She knows why you did it. She won't blame you," Jean emphasized, soothingly stroking my back yet her words acted as a contradictory stab, rapidly inflaming my guilt and exasperation.

"But I would!" I lashed out at her furiously.

Jean stumbled back dumbfounded, utterly taken aback by my unforeseen wild temper, and it was several moments before rationality kicked it, releasing my fuming glare from her.

"I'm sorry, Jean," I huffed, squeezing my eyes close as I sighed in dissatisfaction.

"It's fine. I understand you're just worried," Jean reconciled considerately.

"How are the others?" I investigated in a hushed tone.

"Storm just has a couple of bruises. Scott is tending to her. As for Logan, let's just say, he feels a loss," Jean reported dejectedly when there was the familiar swishing of the doors gliding open.

"He wants to leave," Scott informed solemnly.

"He's as stubborn as when I first met him," I lamented, rubbing on my temples to ease the pounding aches.

"Watch her. I'll handle him," I instructed Jean and left with Scott, heading towards the foyer where Logan was currently engaging in heated argument with Storm.

"Fight with us," Storm appealed resolutely, her determination positively unaffected by her injuries.

"Fight with you? Join the team? Be an X-Man?" Logan confronted cynically.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You're a mutant. The world is full of people that hate and fear you and you're wasting your time trying to protect them," Logan denounced contemptuously.

"I've got better things to do," Logan scoffed, turning his back from her only to meet Scott and I coming down the hall and he abruptly faced back to Storm again.

"You know, Magneto's right. There's a war coming. Are you sure you're on the right side?" He challenged insolently.

"At least I've chosen a side," Storm answered proudly and Logan faked a laugh, pivoting towards the building's exit.

"Where are you going?" I asked calmly.

"To find her," Logan replied, stomping towards the main door.

"How?" Scott questioned doubtfully and Logan spun around with an irritated face.

"The traditional way. Look," Logan spat in retort.

"Logan, you can't do this alone," I persuaded collectedly.

"Who'll help me? You?" Logan disputed in a mocking tone.

"Yes. Come with me," I ordered harshly, swiftly swivelling around and led the way back to the basement.

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