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THE consent beat of the monitor annoyed Charles as he paced around the room. He has never felt this vulnerable in his life, and now he was beyond worried for Erika's state. Charles blamed himself for everything that happened at the gala - it was him that pushed her to save all those people. Now, she faced the consequences of his actions.
He held his composure for the first few days, but after a week, he lost it. He telepathically told everybody to back the hell off, expect the nurse and doctors. But there was this one persistent boy who continued to ask of her well-being. This boy was alongside with the man that saved Erika - Bruce Wayne.
Charles paced around the room, his eyes pinned to the floor. Since he was focused on Erika, for the last week and three days, he was not focusing on her powers and he could hear the thoughts everybody in the hospital pounding in his head - everybody speaking all at once. He paid no attention until he heard the soft sound of the door opening. As if it was on cue, all the thoughts stopped and left Charles in serenity for a few short moments.
His eyes snapped to the door, about to tell them to leave but he stopped once he saw who it was. It was the boy with the Wayne. Charles clenched his jaw, standing up as the boy looked at Erika - his green eyes holding something along the lines of pity and sadness.
Charles met Bruce's son's eyes, his eyes also on Erika's sleeping form. Charles held his tongue whilst the two silently closed the door after themselves. Charles sat down, his eyes on the sleeping figure as it has been for the last week. Charles never felt so hopeless in his life. Erika and Charles were great friends and seeing her life this broke Charles' heart.
No words were exchanged between the boys and Charles but only glances until the boy with the white streak spoke up. "Listen, I need to speak with you privately."
Charles was genuinely shocked but nodded nonetheless. Charles focused his thoughts on the other boy and put his fingers up to his forehead - faking he was rubbing his temples. 'Sit down and shut up unless she wakes up.' He spoke as he exited the room for the first time in two days. Charles wanted to know what this boy was going to tell him and curiosity was killing him.
'You could read his mind.'
'And suck the joy out of it? No thanks.'
The boy swallowed whilst he put his hands in his pockets. Jason met the eyes of the older man before he finally spoke, "On behalf of my father -adoptive father - I wanted to personally ask, who was the person he risked his life for?" Jason tried his hardest to not sound too harsh or rude - but that was how he usually talked.
Charles inhaled sharply, his eyes going to the room. He opened his mouth to speak, but he did a double take once he looked through the window to see the boy that was left in the room standing up and putting his hands up. Charles rose an eyebrow before he knew what was unraveling. Erika has woken.
