Chapter 7: Rope burns or scars, whatever you wanna call 'em

FRANCESCA'S POINT OF VIEW:

I tried covering myself up as best I could, when Weapon X came in, he slammed the door shut behind him. I winced, "Don't pull back the curtain."

"Don't worry, I'm not like that. Here," he threw a towel over the shower rod and it landed on top of me.

"Watch where you throw things." I grumbled but quickly tried to wrap the black towel around myself as best as I could.

"You covered?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, of course that sentence sounded dirty to me. This was like a sneak peek preview of something that seriously was never ever going to happen!

"Yeah. I'm covered." I muttered helplessly.

He quickly through back the curtain and gasped.

"See what I mean?" The water was still pouring down on me and making the towel all wet and soggy.

"Now, turn the water off." He said without even looking at me in a perverted way.

Which that right there would be a good thing in case you were wondering.

I held up my hand and pulled back. The water stopped, just dripping out of the faucet like it should've been. "Mr. Xavier is gonna be furious with me." I grumbled.

He arched an eyebrow, glancing down at me. "Why would he be mad at you? Not your fault you fell. Okay, now can you stand up?" He asked and motioned to my foot.

I shook my head, my hair falling down into my face. "Umm, no." I said rather quickly.

"Alright, here, give me your hand."

"Kinda can't really do that at the moment." I stated.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Whatever," He grabbed my shoulder and hoisted me up. I let out an ear piercing scream.

Oh man did it hurt!

He winced, still holding onto me. "Jeez, I think you popped out an ear drum." He chuckled but quickly helped me step out of the tub. This in your case would be hard to do with a twisted up ankle. "Here, sit on the toilet."

"Um...Logan?"

"What?" He glanced down at me, raising an eyebrow.

"I...have to pee." I said quickly.

He groaned. "Of course you have to." He grumbled and then helped me stand up and lifted the lid.

I sat back down kinda hard. "Ow." I muttered.

He shook his head, "Do your business."

"Not unless you turn around." I said harshly. He rolled his eyes but did as I asked. Had to say that I could admire him from the back view, considering that he wasn't glaring at me all the time. I finished and quickly wiped at myself. I turned just a little and flushed the toilet. Quickly I covered myself back up. "Um, mind handing me my clothes?"

"Sure." He handed me my clothes.

I quickly threw on my bra and shirt. But...I was seriously having a problem with... "Um, Logan? I can't seem to." I started to say but I sort of choked up.

"What?" He asked softly. I bit my lip when he turned around to face me. I glanced at my underwear and shorts and then back at him. "Oh..." He whispered.

I nodded my head, "Yeah, um...mind helping me?" I asked. He raised an eyebrow but knelt down to help me. My eyes widened in fear when he took a couple of seconds to glance at my legs.

No, no, I should say at my ankles.

"Francesca, what are those burns on your ankles?" He looked up at me.

"Oh them? Oh, they've been there for a while." I responded quickly. I looked over at the closed door.

I saw him out of the corner of my eye, straighten up and brought his hand underneath my chin and tilted it to the left so that I was staring into his deep black piercing gaze. "They sure don't look like they've been there for a while. Has somebody been abusing you?"

I blinked, "No, no." I said.

He squinted his eyes at me. "You're lying."

"No, I'm not lying." I said harshly.

He raised an eyebrow, "No? Then tell me, where did you get them from?"

"I..." I had to come up with a good fib. "You'll laugh at me." I said, looking at the ground. I wouldn't meet his gaze.

"I'm pretty sure that I won't laugh Francesca. Please tell me?" Well, when he's puts it like that, I can't help but answer.

I met his gaze. "I fell." I said quickly.

"Fell?" He arched an eyebrow, "Doing what?"

"Uh, trying to keep a horse from bucking me off. Rodeo thing. Not quite sure you know what it is..."

"I know what a Rodeo is. But...those don't look like rope burns. They look like..."

"Like what?" I whispered hoarsely. I blinked into his gaze.

He shook his head, "Never mind. We can talk about that later. Right now I need you to get in a bed." My eyes widened for a split second in fear, but then I realized that he was more concerned about my swollen right ankle than anything else. He released my chin and took one look at my ankle again. I winced, when he helped slipped my panties and shorts up my legs. I shivered in sort of a delightful feeling. He stops when they came up to my knees. From there he helped me stand up, closed his eyes while gripping my shoulders tightly so that I wouldn't fall, I pulled them up as best I could, glad to finally be covered I told him that he could open up his eyes. "C'mon." I went to walk then I went to fall.

I shrieked in pain and he quickly picked me up and carried me, opening up the door and walking down the hallway to the left towards my room. "Put me down, I can walk!" I shouted.

Shoving at his hard muscled chest he glanced down at me and smirked. "I don't think you need to act so tough. Especially around me." He said softly.

I shook my head and glared at him. "I am to tough! Maybe I just want to be independent."

He opened up my door room and closed it softly behind him as he made his way towards my bed. I winced slightly when he pulled back the covers and put me softly down on the bed. He stood like that, leaning over and looking me in the eyes. I blinked, suddenly feeling myself blush. He smiled a genuine smile at me then straightened up.

"Tell me something Francesca?" I watched him as he walked over to the mirror and pressed along its rim. My eyes widened when a flash appeared and suddenly the mirror opened. My mouth gaped open. He turned around with an icepack in his hands.

"Huh?" I asked. Weapon X. slowly put the ice down on my ankle. I winced but let it be.

"Why were you trying to push me away when I was only trying to help you a couple of hours ago when I first came to the bathroom door?" He asked gently.

"Um...uh, because. I had things well in hand."

"Not where I was standing. You couldn't even control your powers. By the way, what's up with that?"

"When I get hurt, my powers start to fade. Unless I'm healed." I grumbled, not meeting his gaze.

"And why were you pushing me away in the first place?"

"Because...I don't want other peoples' help. I can take care of myself."

He snorted. I glared up at him. He shrugged his shoulders. "Well," He said and made his way to the door. "The professor will be back soon to take a look at your ankle."

He opened up the door and went to walk out but I quickly found my voice and said, "Logan?"

He turned around, arching a raised eyebrow at me, "Yeah?" He asked.

I blinked and my voice shook. "Thank you."

"For?" He asked, coming back to stand by my bedside.

"For helping me." I smiled and he surprised me by smiling back. Maybe things would get better after this.

"Your welcome. Heal up soon. Because we aren't done talking yet...bub." He said in a manly voice.

I blushed.

Had I really just done that?

He smiled again and this time left.

I slumped against the pillows and pulled back the covers to glare at my ankle. "This is your entire fault. If you hadn't had made me fall, then I wouldn't be crushing over 'Weapon X'." I hissed at it. I sighed and pulled the covers up and under my chin. Closing my eyes I managed to get the sleep that I'd wanted to get since I first came here.