X-Men Preferences/Scenarios

You're Sick

(Young)Charles Xavier

     You were curled up in bed under a few layers of blankets just to stay warm although you were sure you had a fever. Unable to focus on much you spent your time in and out of consciousness, sleeping most of the day away. You woke up when Charles came into the room. "Looks like you're still feeling rather ill, anything I can do to help you? Tea? A good story?" He offered taking his jacket and shoes off sitting them aside so that he could sit comfortably on the bed with you. "No, not really. I just want to not be sick really." You said softly as it hurt your throat to talk too loud. "Well, in that case how about we just spend this time together?" You nodded without hesitation and rolled over to lie your head on his lap. You fell asleep again but Charles spent his time right there with you.

(Young)Erik Lehnsherr

     You just so happened to get sick while Erik was away. It sucked because not only did you have to do things yourself, you had no one to make you feel better by talking to you and making you forget you were sick. You were listening to music to drown out the thoughts of how bad you felt when you fell asleep on the couch in the living room of your home. When Erik came home to find you shivering on the couch he immediately went to pick you up and noticed how hot you felt despite the shivering and he knew then that you were sick. He would have never left had her knew you were sick but you were too stubborn to tell him small things like this. You woke up a little while later to see that you were in bed with Erik reading next to you. "Am I hallucinating? Are you really here?" He chuckled and closed his book. "I'm really here, why didn't you tell me you were sick when I left?" He asked placing his hand on your forehead to check for a fever. "I wasn't that sick when you left and besides you had to go help that girl." You laughed when he looked at you funny. "Oh, Charles told me about it. You know he tells me just about everything because I do all the paperwork for the school." He rolled his eyes, "Well, you should get back to sleep then. You need rest and I'll be right here when you wake up so you can boss me around tomorrow. Sound good?" He smiled and you nodded lying next to him with a comfortable smile on your face.

(Young)Hank McCoy

      You'd be sick around Hank before, it wasn't uncommon really. You got sick quite often that you'd come to expect it now. That doesn't mean you enjoy it or want to be sick but you just deal with it as it comes around. You were exhausted, coughing every now and then with a pounding headache as you tried hard to finish the last bit of paperwork you had to get done for Hank. You promised him that you'd have it all done by noon and it was nearing that time but you just couldn't focus. You made the mistake of closing your eyes for just a moment when you fell asleep in the chair with your head resting on your arms on the desk. A knock on the door startled you awake. "You feeling alright?" Hank said noticing your obviously tired face. "Yeah, oh no! I'm so sorry I must have fell asleep and forgot to finishing the work!" You panicked and he grabbed your arms gently as you frantically tried to get the papers together again. "Hey, calm down. I don't care about those papers right now, I can see it that your not feeling well and your burning up. I want you to get some sleep, go rest and I'll be up there when I finish this up. Okay?" You nodded gave him a kiss on the cheek and headed to your room where he indeed came in later that evening. He brought you some warm tea and read some stories to you, something he said he really enjoyed doing if it made you smile which it always did. It wasn't so much the things he was doing for you that made you smile but that he tried so hard just for you that had you smiling.

Pietro "Peter" Maximoff(AoU)

    You weren't sure where you had even picked up this cold you had but now you were cooped up in your room sick. You tossed and turned in the covers, cold and uncomfortable. You didn't like being sick with the aches and sniffles making everything miserable. "You feeling alvight?" You shrugged and even though he was standing at the doorway he saw the small motion. "Vould you like me to get you anyzing? Vanda said zat warm drinks and food can help." He offered and you moved so you could look at him. "Could you lay with me? I just want someone to stay in here with me. I feel like a quarantined patient in here all alone. . ." You mumbled the last part because that used to be a reality for the two of you and Wanda. He was in bed within seconds, "Zis better?" You nodded and placed your head against some of his shoulder and chest getting comfortable. "Thank you, Pete." You said softly before closing your eyes to fall asleep. "Anyzing to make you feel better." He said placing his arm over your back keeping you close to him.

James "Logan" Howlett

     You had always wished you had a healing mutation like Logan had so that you'd never get sick or age because being sick was miserable. You rubbed your face trying to ignore the cold you could feel coming on but nothing you did would make it go away now. You were grading papers, reading essays and trying to keep focused on the work you had to do when you started coughing. It was only slightly irritating at first but then it got worse and suddenly you were left trying to catch your breath. "Nasty cold you got there, Bub." You would recognize that gruff voice anywhere. "I," You huffed trying to catch your breath "I'm not sick." You said stubbornly and he could only laugh as he walked up to your desk to take away the pen you were using. "Give that back, Logan, I need to finish this before I can rest and you know it." You said grumpily but he refused to give you the pen back. "Just bring them home, you cane finish them there after you get some good seep. You need it, come on." You went with him both gratefully and begrudgingly because you just wanted to get this done but you knew you were far too tired and sick right now to do so. A few hours later and you were only sicker, unable to get out of bed. "Logan! I told you I needed to finish that grading, now I can't even get out of bed I'm so weak." You said. "Not so weak that you can't argue about it." You rolled your eyes. "Shut up." He placed his unlit cigar down and moved into the bed next to you. "Com'ere." He said softly and even though you were frustrated with him you curled up with him. He always made you feel better.

Victor Creed

      It was hard to get sympathy from Victor on any occasion so to expect it from him when you had a small cold was unrealistic. You normally just had to suck it up, get the things you needed on your own and rest alone. You were sleeping on the couch, shivering because your blankets had fallen off of you and he felt a ping of pity run through his chest. He had to help you, he picked you up and took you to the bedroom before retrieving the blankets for you. You had woken up in this time but acted as though you had not. He placed the blankets over you making sure you were covered completely before putting his hand on your forehead. You leaned into his touch before opening your eyes, "Thank you, Vic." You heard him groan slightly. "Yeah, sure thing, Princess." He said dismissively. You fell asleep again but not before noticing how much Victor hovers when you sleep. He just wants to be sure you're alright and even though he refuses to admit this when you ask him about it, he really does care deep down in that animal heart of his.