「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(224) Tell Him

Lynn's POV

Jean ran a quick yet meticulous examination on Charles and it was more than gratifying to see the test results indicate yet another incredible recovery, this time of Charles' brain that recorded uncharted, but readily anticipated, self-healing capabilities. Swiftly turning her attention to me, Jean forced another dose of painkillers on me but I willing took them, knowing exactly how annoying the throbbing could get and precisely how reluctant I was for Charles to be tortured similarly.

Shoving a remaining bottle of ibuprofen into Charles' palm, Jean promptly ushered us back to our room but kindly permitted us to work our ways to the bed independently, perfectly understanding our need for it and that we were healthy enough to do so without further damage.

Thankfully, my injury did not hinder our residence on our preferred sides of the bed, in fact necessitated it, but the heavenly comfort of Charles' embrace was omnipresent no matter our positions anyway.

As Charles docked the container of medication onto the nightstand, he routinely hoisted himself onto the mattress and I softly landed myself next to him while he manually pulled his legs on.

"You know the drill, Lynn," Jean reminded as she prudently detached my sling and conscientiously propped my casted wrist onto a stack of pillows.

I smiled at her appreciatively, surely comprehending her generous intentions of securing the affected portions above my heart in order to reduce swelling and alleviate the chronic dull soreness, as Charles meticulously draped the covers over us, engulfing even my elevated arm in decadent warmth provided by the thick duvet.

"I know that you guys are really tolerant to pain, but that's not quite the point of a treatment," Jean asserted with a concerned tone, smiling mildly.

"She might need that in a couple of hours. Two should do the trick," Jean advised cordially as she guided our gaze to the small vessel of drugs atop the bedside drawer.

"I know what to do. Thank you, Jean," Charles acknowledged courteously.

"Have a good night. I love you guys," Jean whispered, neatly tucking me in.

As Jean strutted off, Charles instantly flipped himself onto his side and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. While taking his other hand, I moaned slightly as I reclined lazily into his arms and Jean abruptly spun around from her path, apparently having heard the mysterious rustling of the sheets.

"Oh, and try not to fool around. It'll hurt," Jean noted, narrowing her eyes at us cheekily.

"Get out, young lady," Charles demanded sternly and resolutely pointed to the doorway.

"What? I'm just being nice," Jean retorted in a saucy tone and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Be nice to Scott. He's waiting," I instigated, glancing to Charles and we both grinned, raising our eyebrows at her.

"I know. And I will," Jean affirmed, smirking, as she skipped through the exit and promptly flicked off the light switch.

Darkness dawned upon us in a blink and I shuffled myself cozily against Charles, burying my face into the crook of his neck as Charles carefully cuddled me. Delicately cradling my head, Charles tenderly tapped on my abs, patting on the outer surface of my garment in a rhythmic fashion, but the usual lullaby could not quite calm my thoughts from running wild.