Cyclops's Bad Medicine
Disclaimer: "Screw you guys, I'm going home!" – Eric Cartman, South Park
Chapter 10: Recovery
Castle Destro
"Ohhh…" Destro moaned as he opened his eyes. "Where am I?"
"Hi, Destro." Baroness waved as his eyes focused. "You alright?"
"Where am I? What happened?" Destro moaned.
"Well…" Baroness winced. "That's a long story."
"Ohhhh…" Destro groaned. "Something tells me that I don't want to know what happened exactly." He then felt something. "Hey…wait a minute…I feel something…"
"What is it?" Baroness asked concernedly. Destro's eyes widened.
"AAAAAAAAAARGH!" He screamed. "WHERE DID ALL THIS PAIN COME FROM? AAAAAAARGH! YIIIIIIIIIIII!"
I guess the alcohol has finally worn off. Baroness guessed.
The Xavier Institute's Infirmary
"Ohhhh…Scott Summers moaned. "Oh, God…" He put his hand to his face. "Glasses…" He opened his eyes, and saw nothing but red. "Ugh…" He started to get up. "My head…"
"Don't get up, Scott." A voice told him sharply, yet gently. Scott turned around and saw the face of Jean Grey. The redheaded telepath/telekinetic was sitting next to his bed. She had her hand on his chest. "You're not well, Scott. You're crashing from the sugar and caffeine you had."
"Oh God, that explains the headache…" Scott fell back on the bed. "What happened?"
"Do you remember anything?" Jean wondered.
"Just watching that goofy DVD Jake gave me…" Scott groaned. "And then, I'm here with this terrible headache." Scott moaned.
Oh, thank God. Jean sighed. I shudder to think what he could've said and/or done if he knew about all the craziness you got up to.
"You were hilarious, Summers!" Jason Fox, the fire-throwing invisibility-packing Detroit native called Foxfire laughed from the room's doorway. He made himself visible, revealing that the orange-haired mutant was leaning on the doorway with a smirk on his face and crossed arms. "Heh." Jean sighed.
"What do you want, Fox?" Jean crossed her arms, a look of annoyance on her face. The orange-haired mutant smirked.
"Just came to see how you guys were doing." Fox grinned sweetly. "Oh yeah, and I also came by to tell Scott that from what I heard, you guys put on one heck of a show."
"Why is he here?" Scott moaned as he felt another headache come on.
"I just came back from Detroit." Fox shrugged. "I was visiting some old buddies of mine, and I heard about Scotty."
"What'd he hear, Jean?" Scott moaned.
"I'll explain later, Scott." Jean patted Scott's hand. She glared at Fox. "Will you get out of here?"
"Alright, alright." Fox waved his hands. "I'm leaving." He started whooping as he left. "Hey Althea, how ya doin'?" A clunk was heard. "AIYAGH!" Jean sighed and shook her head.
What a moron. Jean thought.
"Jean, what happened?" Scott moaned.
"Don't worry, Scott." Jean reassured. "I'll explain once you get some rest." She smiled at the optic blaster, and left the room. She noticed Starchild standing at the wall just outside the door. She gave the mutant guitarist a smile. "Oh, hey Paul."
"Hey, Jean." Paul smiled. "I just wanted to see if Scott was alright."
"He'll be fine. Don't worry." Jean reassured. "He just needs some rest."
"Yeah." Paul nodded. "I don't think it'd be a good idea to tell him about the whole Eye-Man thing."
"Not just yet, anyway." Jean winced. She and Paul walked into the Common Room. Jake Wildfire, the red-haired dragon-powered mutant called Red Dragon, looked up from the armchair he was sitting in, playing a portable video game.
"He alright?" Jake wondered.
"Yeah." Jean crossed. "Jake, next time Scott ends up in the infirmary…"
"And knowing Summers, it'll be in the next day or two." Lance Alvers snickered as he walked by behind Jean, eating an apple.
"Shut up, Lance." Jean sighed tiredly. "Jake, next time Scott ends up in the infirmary, don't let him see any more superhero cartoon DVDs!"
"Hey, how was I to know that Scott would go delusional, Jean?" Jake groaned. "Besides, it wasn't the DVD that did it, it was the fact that Fred accidentally gave him hot chocolate with sugar in it, and he took his medication with it!"
"I got the cups mixed up!" Fred exclaimed in his own defense.
"Look, arguing isn't going to fix anything." Althea held up her hands in a defensive gesture. "What's done is done. Scott's fine, and now all he needs is some rest."
"It wasn't my fault!" Blob added. "I made an honest mistake! Anybody could've made it!"
"It's alright, Fred." Lina reassured. "Nobody's mad at you."
"Speak for yourself." Pietro grumbled. "Thanks to you, fatso, we caused yet another panic in Bayville!"
"Shut up!" Althea snapped, smacking Pietro upside the head.
"She's got a point, Quicksilver." Jake nodded.
"Yeah!" Bobby Drake agreed. "Those comic guys loved seeing us!"
"Mm-hmm." Amara smiled. "It felt good to be exalted again."
"Easy there, princess." Tabitha chuckled. "We don't want their adulation to get to your head." Meanwhile, Storm was in the kitchen, stirring something in a pot.
"Hey, like, that smells good, Miss Munroe." Kitty smiled. "What is it?"
"Soup." Ororo smiled. "I'm making some soup for Scott to help him feel better."
"Heh heh heh…" Todd walked in, counting some money.
"What's the money for, Toad?" Kitty blinked.
"Meh, just a little sale I made…" Todd smirked. Storm put some soup in a bowl, and brought it to the infirmary. She smiled and put it next to the bed.
"Thanks, Storm." Scott smiled.
"Gladly, Scott." Ororo smiled back. "You just rest." She looked at the TV. "Maybe some TV will do you some good." She turned on the television, which was on the news.
"And in other news, the Bayville Comic-Con had apparently decided to spice things up by creating a superhero/supervillain brawl." The reporter explained. "Fans who visited the Comic-Con said they were thrilled to see the staged brawl…" Footage started playing of the fight between a caffeine-crazed Scott and the Crimson Guardsman.
"Oh, my…" Storm covered her mouth with her hand.
"AAAAARGH!" Scott screamed in embarrassment, stuffing his head under a pillow.
"It's amazing what you can do with the special effects, isn't it?" The reporter joked. "Anyway, in other news, an agent of Cobra was caught by police fleeing from the Comic-Con…"
The local youth center
"God, I hate my life…" Duncan Matthews moaned as he walked down the hall, carrying a rolled-up magazine under his arm. "I really do. I can't stand it. I try to beat up some nerds, and I get a door in my face. Ugh…" Inside the men's room, a couple of rather…geeky kids were planting cherry bombs in the toilets.
"Alright, that's all of them! Let's go!" The lead geek ordered. They fled from the men's room. A minute later, a grumbling Duncan walked in.
"Razzum frazzum stupid…" The blond jock grumbled as he entered a cubicle and closed the door. A minute later…
BWOOM!
"AIE!" Duncan screamed as he was sent flying upwards, head crashing through the ceiling. "OW!"
Senator Kelly's House
"Hmm hm hmmm…" Senator Kelly hummed as he started nailing a picture up to his wall. "Man, I've been wanting this picture for a very long time, heh heh." He cocked back his hammer and hit the nail one last time. The hapless senator smiled happily. "Ah yes, this picture looks great on my wall. He heard a creaking from the ceiling. "What the…?" He looked up. Suddenly, the house's roof collapsed. "ARGH!"
Well, well, well! Looks like this little slice of madness has come to an end! What insanity will happen next? Will Kelly and Duncan ever get a break? What kind of insanity will the Misfits and X-Men get into? Find out soon! Until then, this is L1701E saying, thanks for reading!