The Diseased Ones (Unofficial X-men Novel)

Is Charlie Italian?

I woke up to the sound of music. 

Sometimes I want to kick the music where it hurts.

That would be satisfying, but not possible. 

I looked around the room and cringed. 

Not because of the lack of acceptable interior design but because of the needles poking out of my skin. 

"Hey." Said this boy in the corner. I just looked at him with my best poker stare and tried to intimidate him. It probably didn't work.
He looked at me and for some reason I gave him the most psychopath smile I could muster, then he just walked away. I used my umm... abilities to pull the needles out of my skin, and winced when a few drops of blood dropped onto the floor. 

I swung my feet over the edge of the bed, and gently touched the ground with my bare toes. It was boiling and I jerked upward toward the ceiling my head hitting the white tile roof.

"Owwwww. Ow. And more owww." I mumbled comforting my bruised head.
But wait did I just hit my head on the ceiling. I finally looked down. I saw the bed, the needles and, some drops of my blood. Except it was ten feet down there, and I was ten feet up here. I stood or more like hovered there for a second, trying to make sense of how I got up here.
Then I got it. I can move stuff with my mind. And what happend right here means I can move myself and others. Which means I can practiclly fly, sort of.
It's still cool.
While I was pondering this new found exciting and useful discovery to my powers, I realized I have to get down somehow. So moving the needles to the very corner or the completely white room, I devised a plan to get me down, across the room, and to the door in which the boy had left through.  
Let's begin.
First I mentally willed myself to let down my feet.
This wasn't a good idea as I immediately fell and promptly landed on my face.
"Ahhhh.....I should forcefielded that." I said groaning and holding my forehead. At least I noticed the floor wasn't on fire.

"Yes, that would have been smarter." I spun around and the boy that left earlier flew across the room and pounded into the wall.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry and you startled me!" I said running over and holding out a hand. He shook it off, and I was now annoyed. He stood up still a little unstable. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a hospital gown with pink ducks.

"Sorry about the dress." I said. He just stared at me with the most unbelievable expression.
"What? Am I blond?" I asked panicly and pulled a lock of my hair into my eyes. Good, I was not blond.

"You are worried about your dress and hair?" He said, disbelief clouding his eyes.

"Well, I mean we both know Next Top Model is wearing nothing like this."

"Yes but-" He sounded exasperated. "Do you know where you are?" He asked. I looked around, white room, metal bed, needles on the floor.

"No."

"Do you know what happened? I mean remembering what happened." He said.

"Yes. I fell out of a ten-story window and hit the ground. Hard."

"You are not at all concerned how you lived?" He asked, I noticed he talked with his hands a lot. I wonder if he's Italian.

I thought this over a minute. "You know not really." I said shaking my head.

"Well. This was unexpected."

"What?" I asked.

"I'm pretty certain you've got mental issues. I've got to call Storm. I've got to get you out of here. Dr. Lumos's records didn't say anything about this sort of-" 

"You are not Italian, are you?" I asked.

"No. I am not Italian." He said and inched toward the door.

"Your name is Charlie." He froze.

"Yes. How did you know?" He asked.

"I dreamed about you. When I was with Dr. Lumos. I know I am safe with you. That's why I am not interested in where I am or if I am safe. In my dream when I was with Charlie, I was safe. Am I safe with you?"

"Yes." He paused. "Do you dream about the future often?"

"Yes, every night." I answered.

"And that's why you weren't concerned because you knew everything would turn out to be alright. Ahhh...this makes so much sense now."

I nodded and he seemed to relax a little.

"So you don't have mental problems?"

"No."

"Good, then come on in." Charlie said and opened the door for me like a true gentlemen.