The Boy With The Red Sunglasses

Evelyn James is just an average teenage girl - clever, relatively popular, friendly. But after the unbelievable events of her prom night, she manages to fall into more and more trouble, and there is only one person who understands - the boy with the red sunglasses.

*Basically, an X-Men fanfic set in present day, explaining Scott's first experiences with his mutation and the X-Men. I've been told it makes total sense even if you don't know anything about X-Men! So, please check it out. :)*


47. Visiting Hours

Over the next twenty four hours I receive visits from the rest of my team and Sara.
Sara, of course, was her usually giddy self. I laughed more than I have done for a while at her visit, which really didn't help with the pain, but I honestly couldn't care. It felt so nice to laugh and joke with my best friend.
Bobby was the next to visit me. He rushed in and hugged me immediately.
"You not scared?" I whispered in disbelief.
"I'm so glad you're okay." He had replied, completely ignoring my question. But I took that answer as a 'no'. Tears sprung to my eyes when I heard his voice, he sounded younger than ever, more vulnerable. We spoke for almost half an hour, and he told me the way Scott had reported that night to him, while Scott sat in the corner smirking. He really does care for Bobby.
The professor had entered the room next. He gave me a long lecture about how what I did on Tuesday was wrong, and how it could've affected us. But he did end his visit by telling me how happy he was that I was safe and how proud he was of my 'foolish actions' in going to find Scott on my own.
Finally, Warren and Jean had visited me together. Scott wasn't exaggerating; Warren really did have a black eye! Jean's cheekbone also had a thin purple line following it from where I had slapped her. They both apologized greatly, making me feel extremely guilty (I have just as much need to apologize as they do)! I laughed and reminded them that they made a deal not to mention Tuesday. We spoke for a while about how I managed to find Scott, and how they managed to find me! It felt nice, like a proper family.
Now, I am left alone in my room with Scott. He hasn't left since he went to find my mom yesterday. Even when the nurses tried to usher him out after visiting hours, I begged for them to let him stay. It worked. He slept in the armchair next to my bed and seemed to wake whenever I did. Or maybe he just didn't sleep at all. He hasn't given me an answer.
"Mmhmm?" He looks up from the newspaper he was reading, making me giggle. He's way too mature for his age sometimes!
"That night, when I found you, what did you think?" I nibble my lower lip nervously.
"What do you mean?" He leans forward and takes my hand in his.
"What did you think when I actually got to you? Did you expect me to come?" He lifts my hand and gently kisses my knuckles.
"To be honest, no. I didn't expect anyone to want to rescue me, least of all you. And then when they told me they had you, I- I was terrified. I couldn't let myself think of the terrible things they told me they would do to you." I can see the sadness claim his features, as he remembers that night. "And first of all, when I heard your voice, I was even more scared, because that was proof that they did have you. It wasn't until you actually took my hand and guided me out of the room that I realized they weren't actually controlling you or using you, it wasn't some cruel trick, you were actually okay!"
"Well, sort of." I gesture to my abdomen and he laughs.
"My point is, as absolutely stupid as it was, I'm really proud of what you did in coming after me." He runs his fingers through his hair. "Oh god, I sound like such a damsel in distress!"
"No you don't!" I laugh. "You sound like my hero."
"How does that even work? You were the one who-"
"Shhh." I cut him off. "You'll always be my hero."
He kisses me quickly. "And you'll always be mine, Ardor."
"I love you, Scott." I whisper.
"I love you too." He sighs softly.
"I'm sorry that I don't show it enough, I really will try to-"
He puts his index finger over my lips. "If I kiss you, will you stop apologizing?" I nod quickly. He smirks before pushing his lips to mine. I kiss him with as much love as I can muster. I feel his self-restraint, I know he doesn't want to kiss me too hard, or hug me too tight now in case I'm in pain. I know he thinks I'm extremely breakable now. I don't need to be a telepath to see that.
"Shall we go see if the Doctor will let you come home tonight?" He asks, stroking my cheek with his thumb, while his fingers weave into my hair. "I will feel much less worried when you're sleeping next to me again."
"Yeah, I wanna go home now." I smile and kiss his cheek.
He leaves the room and returns a few minutes later with a smile occupying his facial features.
"The doctor said you can be discharged tonight as long as you have someone looking after you." He explains as he approaches me. "You can go home!"
"Oh thank god!" I laugh. I hate hospitals. They're so lonely. Well, they're so lonely when your boyfriend's not Scott Summers!
"So, one last question, where is home?" He looks slightly worried again, though I'm not sure why. He has a point though. Where is my home now? With my mom? At the institute? As complicated as the question seems, I know the answer in my heart.
"At the institute, with you."

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