don't you cry for me ; cobi
tuesday
her last full day.
beck sat up, looking at the mirror system. it portrayed the lawn outside, kids rushing in for breakfast.
she stood, taking her IV cart with her.
she opened the door just as colossus reached it, holding her breakfast and pills. "may i eat downstairs with the rest of them?"
"yes, of course," he said. he brought the tray down with him. the two went to the long dining table, where everyone was settling into eating.
there weren't as many x-men around lately.
just a handful of familiar faces plus some kids.
colossus set her tray down in front of her and took a seat. everyone began passing around pancakes and hash browns and eggs. it all matched her plate, but she still felt secluded.
she looked up to see logan descending the staircase. he smiled when he saw her, sitting across the table.
he got his plate and she ate slowly, trying to match his pace.
"how're you feeling?" he asked her, keeping his voice low enough to be hidden within everyone else's discussions.
"not too well, but i'm sick so i suppose that's normal."
he frowned. "are you taking your medicine like you're supposed to?"
"every meal," she said. she picked up the pills and swallowed them, solidifying her response.
"good." he ate some more.
poking. prodding. measuring.
she felt the doctor's sterile hands meeting every inch of her body. he jotted final notes onto his piece of paper.
he threw a nightgown at her and told her to follow him. she followed him down a never ending hall.
the walls had floodlights every few feet.
unseen water dropped.
she walked on.
he stopped in front of a cell, forcing her into darkness. there were no flood lights, but the darkness was not lifeless. she heard the scurrying of mice, water slushing around, and feet outside her door. occasionally, a shrill screech echoed off the walls.
logan stood, bringing his plate to the kitchen. she followed and did the same. she was scraping the uneaten food into the trash bin when she heard a conversation.
"what is it?" logan.
"it's a lethal injection." xavier.
"you said it was a pill." logan.
their voices dropped, almost inaudibly:
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knock on wood | howlett
Fanfiction" there's this old habit of knocking on wood. they say it releases evil spirits, that it ensures good luck. we could use some of that, huh? " • { disclaimer : I do not own the marvel franchise, the characters, movie/comic/novel plot lines, or rights...
