Mr. Alter (Cherik au)

Day 1

I do not own these Characters. A work of fiction
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There was once when my brother Charles Xavier tried to pry open a locked door which I knew was broken.

The only problem was that he forgot that he was 'pulling' it. So in the bright side, he managed to open the door. Well on the other.... he managed to legit cut himself after crashing onto the big mirror after the door slammed into his flawless face.

So here I am, running alongside my lovely and 'smart' (note sarcasm) dear brother with the devil on his lips, a purple patch on his head and strawberry syrup running down his arm.

So what? I'm hungry of course.

He cussed at me for the 100th time. Seeing as I'm not a certified doctor, I decided to make ourselves walk for 2 blocks from my apartment to the nearby hospital.

I kept a straight poker face throughout the whole stroll down bleeding lane. A trail of blood was drawn behind us causing some people to give us questionable glances.

Charles pressed down on the blood soaked towel that covered his gashed arm. With hitching breaths he continued mumbling incoherent curses at whatever he saw.

In my own knowledge, he was always that calm person everyone would like. The man by the park, the girl in the shop, the lady in the library or the policeman by the lamppost, wherever he went, he was the most likable and smart person with a great sense of self control and dignity.

Well... not for now though.

As we reached and entered the hospital, we were greeted by some concerned nurses who took immediate action upon seeing him.
"Rave, why don't you wait for me please." Charles asked me.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, whatever, just make sure to buy me some food later or I will make that cut deeper."
He nodded and promised back. As I sat down on one of the guest benches, a tall and serious looking man (who was the doctor of course) came walking in the scene with his hands on his pockets.

He turned his head as he came closer to the nurses. "What seems to be the problem here Scott?"
One of the brown haired nurses turned his head as he held a clipboard in his arms. "Good morning Doctor, um this man has a deep cut from intense lacerations of some sort."

"From a door and mirror."

The two turned to me, the nurse clicking his ballpoint pen.
"Excuse me miss?"

I clear my throat. "We were opening a door and the mirror came to the scene."
He nodded his head, scribbling things on the paper as the tall doctor came up to Charles and took his arm. Charles seemed to flinch from the sudden action but then the doctor seemed to gently stroke his hand as he examined it.

"Come, we'll bring you to the emergency room." The doctor said.
Charles nodded and followed him, still flinching.

Boy was this gonna be a long day.