Lasting Premonition- Charles Xavier X Female Reader

Chapter Four

The sun beat down on you almost as hard as the man had while you were sitting there, slumped against your car. You wanted to move, but you felt too sluggish. The slow healing was taking much of your energy.

You turned your head to the side and saw something, something with the color of flames. The little girl.

Soon as she was caught staring, she ran off away from the window, those red waves flowing behind her.

It didn't take long for a silhouette, much simpler and taller than hers, to fill the window. Hank, you thought. That's when the silhouette was gone again and it took less than a minute for the front doors of the manor to open up.

Only, neither of you noticed the flaming haired girl hiding behind the massive, pure oak doors as Hank stumbled over to you.

"Y/N, what happened? Why didn't you use your telepathy?"

Despite the mess of legs and arms Hank was, sometimes he managed to be graceful, and as he picked you up was one of those times. Although no matter how gingerly you were picked up, you still would've flinched.

"Exhausted," you simply stated. Although Hank wasn't satisfied.

"What happened to you?" He began to make his way to the door, you in his arms, and the little girl dashed off. You thought you saw something but convinced yourself it was nothing.

"I was just getting my stuff from my house and stopped to get a water. I went into 7/11 and I got tried to rob the place. I stopped him and got shot."

"I feel like only you would manage this," he chuckled.

You smiled lazily as he carried you down an unfamiliar hall.

At the end of it was a bedroom door which he was quite easily able to open despite holding you. Sometimes his lanky limbs were useful.

Slowly, but gently, you found yourself sitting on his bed and gazing around. His room was neat, like one you'd see in a magazine; everything had its place and all with deep thought put behind it.

That's when he opened his bathroom door, immediately pillaging through the medicine cabinet. His voice was strained as he explained to you what he was doing."I would've taken you to the infirmary, but it's not done yet. In Charles' room, I don't know where everything is. So this will have to do."

He came over with a little box, some rubbing alcohol, and bandages. "Well, I don't know if that needs stitches but, I'd rather play it safe," he sighed.

You nodded and he began to soak a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol. Right as it was about to touch your wound, he stopped. "Wait, since you usually regenerate no problem, you don't know about this. Okay, so rubbing alcohol has germ killing properties, but it stings. I just figured I should warn you."

You smiled at your companion and gave him a quick yet sincere thank you before the little cotton ball found itself on your leg. "Son of a-" you stopped yourself as you spotted the girl standing in the doorway. You blinked and she was gone. Were you just imagining her?

Hank slowly but surely pulled the needle and thread through your skin, making sure the wound was closed.

You weakly laughed. "Damn, having the power of regeneration really doesn't give you a pain tolerance. I mean, it hurts while regenerating but not in the same way."

Hank was done with his handiwork relatively quickly and he smiled. "Be glad you're immortal because I've heard that childbirth is hell. The human body is only supposed to withstand forty-five dels of pain; childbirth goes up to nearly sixty. Actually, now that I think about it, can you actually have a child?"