Kurt, Jean and Amelia

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While practising with his power in the Danger Room, Kurt has a bit of an accident...



Kurt had never really pushed the limits of his power very much - he knew what was safe for him, and for the most part, he'd stuck to that. There had been times when he'd had to stretch himself for one reason or another, but as far as he knew, all that could happen when he overstretched it was that he found himself unable to teleport at all.

He'd thought that was the worst that would ever happen.

He'd been wrong.

Training with sandbags, that day in the Danger Room, the aim had been to find out exactly what the weight limits of his power were, adding one bag at a time until he could no longer teleport. He'd thought it would be an easy exercise... he'd never thought it was possible to find himself caught on the wrong side of the dimensions, with an armful of sandbags.

But he was, and he couldn't get back. He'd never spent more than a second or two here at a time, never thought he might not be immune to it, but his lungs were starting to burn, and his skin, and his eyes... oh God, his eyes. Coughing, Kurt dropped the weight without a second thought and tried again to teleport. And again, and again... until finally, on probably the fifth or sixth try, he managed to get out, aiming for the medlab now, because he couldn't see, and it hurt...

It was a good thing he knew the layout of the medlab as well as he did, because he was quite literally teleporting blind now. He appeared in the middle of the room, falling to his knees as Amelia looked up from her desk.

She was out from behind her desk almost as quickly as Kurt had arrived. "Kurt," he heard her say, her voice low and surprisingly urgent as she knelt down beside him. "Hold on, I've got to get you onto an examining table..."

He was shivering, looking around desperately at nothing, but he didn't resist as she helped him up onto one of the tables, and just lay there when it was done.

"What on earth have you done to yourself?" It wasn't a question that sounded like it needed answering, and after a moment of checking his vitals, she moved off, and Kurt could hear her summoning Jean down to the infirmary.

Jean hadn't known Amelia long, and she wasn't the sort of person you ever really knew well, but she knew well enough that if the woman was using that tone of voice, something was well and truly wrong. Jean raced down the hall from her temporary office and one look into the infirmary confirmed her theory. "God, Kurt." The burns on his skin and eyes, the rasping tone to his ragged breathing. It wasn't hard to make the connection between this state and what had happened to Marius. "Acid burns," she told Amelia, using her tk to immediately begin stripping his still smoking training clothes off him. "We need to get him clean, quickly, and he's going to need oxygen." And morphine, she added to herself. Lots of it.

Kurt wasn't in much position to do a whole lot as the two women worked, except lie on the table with the occasional whimper when he couldn't bite it back. And try to keep breathing.