「 The Professor & I 」VOLUME II

(331) It's Erik

Lynn's POV

"I read her email. Thank you," I appreciated with utmost sincerity.

"We know," Dr. Rao claimed calmly and my brows furrowed together again, fazed by the ironic complexity of her simple statement.

"Professor Xavier—he's on the next floor," she willingly divulged, albeit with her eyes suddenly darting behind me as she wobbled onto her feet.

"Can you walk?" I prodded, carefully supporting her weight.

Despite the swollen ankle bulging from her traditional low-heeled court shoe, presumably sprained amidst the unforeseen scuffle prior, Dr. Rao nodded persistently. As she determinedly attempted the faltering steps, I curiously tracked her unwavering gaze to the man steadily advancing alongside Kitty.

"How are you, Kavita?" The CEO probed with concern wholly exceeding that of an ordinary employer.

"I'm fine, sir. And you?" Dr. Rao replied in a respectful tone laced with much more than just courtesy and politeness.

Unfortunately, my chance to surmise their ambiguous relationship as they discreetly yet obviously scrutinized each other was shortly precluded when I spied Psylocke stubbornly plucking out my blade from her wound and glared at me in a savage manner.

Delirious, perhaps from the torturous pain but definitely from her spiraling dissatisfaction, she properly tossed the knife towards me—and with remarkable energy, possibly quantifiable as the magnitude of the hysterical rage devouring her internally.

"Duck!" I hastily warned as a surge of dismay rapidly trundled through my veins.

Reflexively diving their heads, the seeming couple nervously huddled together and Kitty wrapped her arms protectively around them, instantly rendering them intangible, as she recognized the alarming situation. Hurriedly, I scuttled across the unhindered aisle and nimbly swerved around my dagger as it treacherously propelled past me before accurately snagging it by the handle.

As I swiftly popped it back into my waist holster, I spun around, flowing with the vigorous momentum inadvertently built up during my sportive stunt, and caught a glimpse of Psylocke staring at me with utter resentment. Regardless of the grave hemorrhage, she growled in annoyance and fisted her knuckles into the ceramic tilings, madly venting her anger at the unsuccessful strike.

"Get to the ground floor but make sure that you, and all of your employees, remain inside the building," I instructed in a composed tone but Mr. Worthington gazed at me skeptically, considerably reluctant to obey.

"You'll be safer in here, I promise," I swore genuinely and Dr. Rao correspondingly nodded.

"You can trust her," she reiterated as she peered up at her boss.

Magically won over by the plain sentence, he duly ushered her down the fire escape and I briskly marched over to Psylocke as I whipped out a handkerchief from my pocket but merely folding it into a neat square was a tedious task for my gimpy fingers.

"I know you're not evil," I stressed sternly, kneeling by her sprawled out legs and she shrilled in pure misery as I slapped the improvised padding onto her profusely bleeding gash.

"You've just met some awful people who have managed to convince you that you're capable of something this terrible," I persuaded and weakly grasped her palm, guiding it to compress the makeshift bandage on my behalf.