William Irving
The Outsider
The Outsider
Interacting with: Read this shit and find out, you filthy animals
T H E H A N G E R - T H E X A V I E R I N S T I T U T E
William slouched in his seat near the back of the bird, holding his side and trying not to rasp too loudly whenever he breathed. He couldn't be sure, but he suspected that the sim-ernaut had cracked one of his ribs. The pain in his side was intense, only getting worse when he tried to twist at the midriff. . . or walk. . . or sit down. He vaguely remembered Drake once telling him that the Danger Room adjusted it's efforts accordingly so that it never seriously injured any of the users, which would suggest that what had happened to the Outsider was an uncanny fluke.
Just my luck. Still, I got off light compared to Heidi. Don't think I'll ever forget the noise she made when. . .
He shuddered, which sent knives of pain up his side, eliciting a stifled groan from the masked teen. He was falling a part at the seams here, and this was him after a mere simulation! He dreaded to think what he'd be like after a real mission. A smoking crater was the best bet. He kept thinking that he should hold up his hand and tell Colussus that he was in no way fit for active duty, and yet he didn't. He wasn't sure why. Something kept staying him from speaking up.
Maybe it was the thought of innocent mutants being persecuted in Latveria, though he doubted that was it. Sure, he felt for their plight, and if he was fighting fit then he probably would be willing to help them if Drake had asked, but feeling like he was now he'd usually be happy to let Colussus and Angel to handle the rescue operations. Lord knew they were more experienced at it than he was.
No, he realized, it was something more personal than the safety of distant homo-superiors that was forcing him to leave the comfort of a warm bed and a morphine drip in the medical bay for a distant – and likely fatal – encounter upon foreign soil. It was the thought that his friends needed him that was driving him forward. That Will was too young to do this alone, that no matter how good Lucas and Ryan were they still needed someone to watch their backs, that regardless of her feelings towards him he would still be Allison's guardian angel. Though his body may break and his bones may shatter, he would never abandon them.
It was a strange kind of comfort, realizing you'd found people that you were willing to die for. His ribs still hurt, but the pain seemed more bearable now.
He settled back into his chair with a smile upon his face, and tried not to rasp too loudly whenever he breathed.