Hi! Thanks to those who reviewed! At this point, I can't see this actually evolving into any kind of story with a plot. I'm an XMEN fan, but I'm being completely honest when I say I don't know enough to write a legitimate fic. While this may not come to be a story though, I might occasionally update with a short drabble or whatnot whenever I feel inspired to write one. So here you go, hope you enjoy it in all it's shortness! c:

The hospital that Azazel brought us to was large and reeked of the government. While I knew that this would be the best place for Charles to be treated, a small part of me still resented the government, still wanted to fight. Get it together Erik, Charles is still the main priority. Figure yourself out later. That little voice that I usually repressed started to pipe up and that's when I remembered my best friend was still in my arms, barely making a sound.

"Charles? Charles you need to stay awake ok? Charles can you hear me?" I brushed the limp hair out of his face and gently tapped his cheek. A few quiet moans and an eyelid flutter was the response I received.

"Raven go inside, get help!" My voice was harsh which only sparked more emotion to flood into Raven's tear stricken face. Azazel had already disappeared, having no more allegiance to myself or anyone else in the group. I guessed Riptide had left with him. Angel was standing awkwardly, not sure whether to leave or stay, while the others were near Charles and I, looking worried.

It didn't take long for Raven to return, this time with a troupe of doctors clad in white. They carried a stretched between them. When they reached us no questions were asked, so I assumed Raven had filled them in on the details.

"Careful, careful. Try not to shift his lower limbs." The doctors lifted Charles slowly and with extreme care. By this point I figured Charles had to be completely unconscious. Once he was safely on the stretcher we started inside, everyone as quiet as a mouse.

Once inside the hospital, the doctors started talking again. Discussing x-rays, operations, experimental procedures. I just wanted to know if Charles was going to be ok.

Raven, Moira, and I followed the doctors down a long hall, intending to be with Charles every step of the way.

"I'm sorry but you'll have to wait with the others." The kids were sitting awkwardly in a waiting room, looking beat up and frayed in their suits.

"I'm not leaving Charles." Subconsciously I noticed my use of the word I and not we. I am not leaving Charles.

"It's policy. You'll have to wait with the others." The doctor repeated again. Moira and Raven both but a hand on my shoulder.

"Well fuck policy. I'm not going to just sit the fuck around!" I could feel my blood start to boil. This was all my fucking fault. If it weren't for my bloody plans of vengeance and my inability to hear Charles' side of any argument. My temper that ended up in a physical fight that will most likely result in Charles' never fucking walking again.

"You will or I'll have you removed from the hospital." The doctor's word was final and he left behind two swinging silver doors. I made a lunge to follow, but was pulled back by multiple sets of hands.

"Erik, please, just come sit down."

"God this is all my fucking fault." I pushed through thee group and made for the nearest chair, sitting down and burying my face in my hands. All my fucking fault.