Three Weeks In

[Wanda Maximoff]

"I'll go fetch him," she whispered, kissing his neck gently.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::That had not been what Pietro had meant; he did not want to sleep if the other man was coming, but would rather she not get him. As much as he had rejected the shape-shifter, he did not truly want to be alone.:: "Do not go."

[Wanda Maximoff]

"Alright," she said softly, reassuringly. "I won't go anywhere." She needed to get in contact with Uncle, then. He would tell Mystique and Hank where to find them.

[Pietro Maximoff]

"Thank you," ::Pietro said gratefully, tightening his hand atop hers. He wished she did not wear her outer clothing; her coat scratched his back painfully, but he said nothing.::

[Wanda Maximoff]

Although the air was comfortable inside, she had put on her jacket because the air outside was moderately cool, and it was making her hot in their room. Pulling herself away briefly, she quickly shed her coat, so that she was only wearing her silk slip. It was a beautiful slip, scarlet silk with black lace at the top, but it always doubled for a shirt when she wore it.

Then she reached out with her mind, still separated from Pietro, and called their Uncle. He had already heard about Pietro's accident, and she informed him that they had made it up to their dorm room, and to send Hank and whoever else upstairs instead of out on the grounds.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro was grateful that she removed the jacket, whether or not she knew it bothered him. They tended to know when one or the other felt discomfort, so it was not outside the realm of possibilities. When she settled back on the bed, he uncurled his body, not completely, but a bit, so he was no longer closed off to her.::

[Wanda Maximoff]

She laid back down, without the jacket, and shifted until she was close to him once more. Her hand found his, and she squeezed it gently. "Uncle said he's sending Hank up to us," she told him.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro nodded slightly. They would have to move, before Hank came upstairs. He had little patience for the other man's humor in the best of moods, and no doubt there would be a comment about finding them in bed together.::

[Wanda Maximoff]

The hand holding his squeezed gently. "Does it hurt badly?" She asked softly. The look of his bruises and scratches were terrible, and she could only imagine what he must be feeling right now pain-wise. She thought she had an idea of what he was feeling in the emotional department.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro nodded; there was no sense in trying to conceal this from her. He felt as though he had been hit by a steamroller; considering that he hit a tree at such speeds, he might as well have been. His chest ached, his nose ached, his head ached, and he felt the old bruises from weeks ago begin their pain anew. It was nothing beside the exhaustion, the shame, the feeling as though he were to fall apart if he left his bed.::

[Wanda Maximoff]

"Hank will look over you," she reassured him. If they could not have a healer fix the injuries, they could at least have them lessen the pain. Pietro's speed made drugs impossible to take. A healer would be the only option. Hearing large footsteps down the hall, Wanda sat up, shifting so that she was sitting by Pietro's head, so that Hank didn't make one of his silly jokes.

"Please make sure he's not bleeding internally or anything, Hank," she said as soon as he entered the room. "Thank you for coming up so quickly." Hank reassured her that everything would be fine, and he turned his attention to Pietro, while Wanda stood from the bed to give him better access, and noticed one of the students lingering in the doorway; a healer, no doubt.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro did not feign a smile when Hank entered their dormitory. The other man was a cousin to him, but at the moment, he wished to be with his sister and nobody else, especially not to be prodded and questioned. Yet his ribs needed to be set and his bruises healed. Hank could see how uncomfortable he was, had to know how much pain he was in, and he kept the jokes to a minimum, instead acting as a doctor and a friend would. He offered the assistance of a healer, the student in the corridor, but Pietro had refused. He would take the pain over letting someone he did not know touch him in this state, particularly since he had learned that many healers had an empathic component, and nobody should feel as he did, intentionally or not. Hank appeared to understand, so they used old-fashioned medicine to fix him, and by the end his chest was wrapped and he was covered in bandages. As Hank turned to go, he gave Pietro a knowing smile, as though he knew what had happened. Before leaving, he said "For destruction ice is also great and would suffice." With that, he turned and left.

Pietro gave the blue mutant a look of disbelief, before sighing and laying back on the bed. Only Hank would think to do that; only Hank would have picked it out in the first place.::

[Wanda Maximoff]

At Hank's parting words, Wanda raised an eyebrow, and turned back to Pietro. So he'd been reciting that poem again. He had a fascination with that poem. She gave him a look, as though she knew exactly what he had been up to before the accident, before she turned to close the door and lock it.

"Will you be able to rest, now?" She asked softly. She was afraid to lie with him, because she might accidentally put pressure on something she shouldn't, so if he was to get his rest, maybe it would be best if she kept her distance.

[Pietro Maximoff]

::Pietro turned on the bed so he could better face his sister. The pain in his chest was lessened, because of the dressing. Yet he did not know if he would be able to find rest, not alone.:: "Lie with me."

[Wanda Maximoff]

Even though she hadn't hesitated initially, now she did. "What if I hurt you while we're resting?" She asked softly, coming over to sit upon the bed.