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Eloi Chapter Twenty Eight
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
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Jono
ignored the odd looks from the nursing staff.
He had seen better. This was the
second time in less than a month that he was in a hospital, waiting for a woman
of his acquaintance to awaken. This
time, though, he did not feel the subtle calm he had felt with Jean. He did not have a link to Paige, not like he
had with Jean. Trying to communicate
with the girl he sometimes called Sunshine was like speaking to a brick
wall. Silence met his every tentative
query and a growing sense of unease rose within him with every noncommunicative
second she spent in the bed, hooked to tubes and wires. The doctors at Saint Dymphna[1]�s had
been efficient, nonplussed by the sheets of skin and odd, mottled appearance of
Paige when she had been brought in. From
what they could tell, and from what Emma had said, she had tried to husk into
something more resistant to the blast, most likely metal, but it had been so
fast that she did not manage a complete change.
Her body bore a roadmap of bruises and lacerations, bandages covering
most of them. Her hair was singed around
her face and her lips cracked and dry from the hospital air and constant
presence of the tube down her throat. He
could hear Emma in the hall, talking to Sean, and he knew he would be left
alone for at least a few minutes with Paige.
It was well into the evening, the night duty nurses playing Solitaire on
the computer at their station, an eye and ear out for the tell-tale alarms of
patient distress. Quietly, Jono reached
out and pushed a few singed strands out of Paige�s face. Her hair had gotten a bit longer since the
first time he met her. It was still
short but it was no longer wild and curly.
Instead it fell in loose waves, giving her an almost elfin
appearance. The brittle, burned strands
crumbled under his touch and he stared for a moment at the smudges on her
forehead. It had been so fast, the
transport from Boston to New
York. The
nurses and aides had done their best to clean her up but it was impossible to
get everything, especially now that she was so tangled in wires and tubes. _*Paige, *_
he began, then paused. It was
futile, he knew, but he could not help it.
_*I know revenge is something you�re not a fan of but you should realize
that I will find who did this and tear their throat out. *_ It
did not make him feel any better to say it but he had to get it out. He had been having revenge fantasies all day,
starting as soon as the immediate shock wore off.
�They say
she can hear you,� Emma said softly from the doorway. She knew she looked haggard and for once ,she
did not care. �But I think they�re
lying.�
_*Me
too. *_
Jono folded his hands behind his back and turned his attention to
Emma. _*Sam thinks you had something to
do with this. *_
She raised
a brow but did not respond immediately.
Instead, she moved to stand at Paige�s bedside and looked down at the unconscious
teenager. �The Hellions are my
past. They are destroyed, almost all of
them dead. Firestar is still loyal to me in my
current incarnation but she is�half mad, I believe. Something about her isn�t right.� She smiled
briefly, ruefully, then looked up at Jono.
�What about you? Do you think I
had something to do with this? With any
of the attacks? I admit, I�m a good
suspect if the authorities had any idea about my past. As it is, I�m just an eccentric
multimillionaire and society forgives the sins that money can buy.�
Jono
refused to be baited into an argument or self imposed character assassination,
no matter how true it could be. _*When
will they tell us more about her condition? *_
�Tomorrow,
I assume. Her doctor has gone home for
the evening and the one on duty for this floor is trained in obstetrics[2],
not�.this,� she trailed off, waving a hand over Paige.
Jono let
the silence reign for a moment or two longer.
_*Emma�whoever is executing these attacks is very slipshod. Why plant real bombs in only two places and
decoys in others? *_
�To inspire
fear,� she replied as if reading the words.
�Uncertainty creates fear, fear creates chaos, chaos creates a breeding
ground for revolution.� She paused,
smiling slightly. �Or so I�ve been told.� She folded her arms across her ribs and
stared at the dark window across the room from her. �Charles tells me the attacks have been
linked to a group calling themselves the Friends of Humanity. I know of this group, though not terribly
well. They�re anti-mutant, long thought
to be conspiracy theorist type crazies by most of the American population who�s
heard of them.�
_*And I�m
guessing they�re anything but? *_
Unbidden, his hand went to Paige�s wrist and felt for the pulse
there. Feeling life moving through her,
even when she was still as Death, comforted him slightly.
�Apparently
so,� she sighed. �I need to call the
Institute and let them know that she�s unchanged. Sean is in the hallway with Sam. You should let him come see his sister.�
Jono
nodded. _*Of course. *_ He
followed the tall, pale woman into the hall, passing Sean at his post by the
door. Jono could feel the anger
emanating from Sam. He thought ruefully
that you did not have to be a telepath to know what the Southern teenager was
thinking. _*Don�t think of doing
something stupid, *_ he told Paige�s brother as he walked by. _*She�ll need you when this is all over. *_
Sam fairly
snarled. �Don�t tell me what to do, Jono.
She�s my sister!�
_* I
know. And I know that if you try to
avenge her or whatever pseudo noble idea you have rattling that skull of yours,
it�ll just lead to heartache for you both.
So don�t do it. Let me. *_
Sam opened
his mouth to rejoin but found himself facing empty air. Jono�s knack for
vanishing irritated him no end. �Fine!�
he called to the empty hall. �Do that!�

[1] For
those who don�t remember, Saint Dymphna is a patron saint of the mentally ill
and in this �verse, I made that the name of a mental hospital that sense fell
to one of the Professor�s friends, who runs it as a safe place for mutants. http://www.catholic-forum.com/saints/saintd01.htm

[2] All the
times I�ve been at a hospital either as a doula, a
patient or a visitor, I�ve noticed that the doctor on duty for the evening
shift usually has nothing to do with the ward�s predominant patient base.
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