Lasting Premonition- Charles Xavier X Female Reader

Chapter Fifteen

Everything was black.

All around you was nothing but an infinite dome of darkness.

Your body felt stiff, but as if it were just endlessly floating into the nothingness.

There was no sense of direction; only memories that would appear here and there. Pain would fill you to the point of screeching, but there was no way to escape that void.

A tightness began to wrap around your hand and in a whisper, almost like that of a ghost, you heard your name.

"Y/N..."

"Y/N..."

"Y/N..."

Your hand twitched, gripping back as your eyes pried open. The air was cold and the lights far too bright.

You reached a hand up to cover the light, your limbs squeaking and creaking with stiffness.

"Y/N?"

The voice felt so familiar and was no longer the hum of a ghost.

You slowly turned your head to see Charles, though the image was fuzzy and gratingly bright from your slow-adjusting eyes.

It was a blur as he ran over to you, dropping whatever it was cradled in his arms and replaced it with you. His arms snaked around you, begging for you to do the same.

You obliged, your senses still a bit muffled but you knew warmth rested in that human; security rested in that human.

You managed to open your eyes and saw the world clearly. You saw Charles above you, a few scratches healing and stubble evident, but his hair was somewhat shorter, back to what you remembered of him in the sixties.

You smiled despite the dryness and tightness of your throat begging you not to do anything. "Hello Charles," your voice was weak, gentle. You wrapped your arms around him loosely.

"Thank God I didn't lose you," he mumbled, jaw against your shoulder.

"You'll never lose me Charlie. I'm immortal despite what the day on the presidential lawn proved."

Charles smiled. "You think you're so very funny, don't you?"

You pulled away, leaning up against the headboard. It was so cold you could feel it through the back of your shirt. "Only occasionally," you teasingly grinned.

Charles was relieved to see you acting as if all were normal. Although to you it must have been. For him it had been nearly a week since the battle. For two days you had drifted in and out of stubborn consciousness. One day Charles had found you trying to get to the kitchen. So for your own rest and well being Hank had put you in a medical coma. Charles had full faith in Hank's decision but seeing you lay un-moving for another three days, pale and breathing shallow, was worrisome.

Charles smiled and sighed, shaking his head. "Well, I'm glad you're awake." He took your hand between his own. "Not now, but when you're feeling more rested, I have some things I want to discuss with you, if you're up for it."

You nodded. "Okay, but could you do me a favor?" You craned your neck to look at him.

"Anything."

"May I pretty please have a glass of water?"

Charles laughed and nodded. "Alright. I'll be back in a few moments." He withdrew his hands and rolled out of the room. You took the moment to sit up and stretch. Your soreness was already fading and you truthfully felt good. Good enough to attempt standing, at least. So, you turned in the bed and placed your feet onto the hardwood floor, chills immediately running up your arms and legs; it was cold.