Kyle and Angel, backdated to Monday

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Angel visits Kyle in the infirmary. Kyle doesn't want visitors, and it does not go well -at all-.



Angel knocked on the door to the room where Kyle was staying, wondering how he put up with the smell of the infirmary for even this long. It bothered her like all hospitals bothered her and she didn't even have a sensitive nose. "Kyle? It's Angel. Can I come in? I've brought you a change of clothes..."

"I guess." Kyle pulled himself upright, and pulled the pillow off his face. He still hurt, pretty much everywhere and he hadn't really slept. Nightmares, and not just about Sabretooth had haunted him to the point where he gave up, and spent the last few hours reading recaps of wrestling shows he'd seen already on a borrowed laptop, just to try to get to the point where he was so exhausted that he could sleep.

It hadn't worked.

"Not bothering you, am I?" Angel asked, shutting the door behind her. She showed him the clothes and gave him a small grin. "I got the boys to put together a stack of clothes together for you, since I know how you like to stay clean and stuff. And that way I wouldn't have to poke through your, you know, underwear drawer or something."

Her happy grin was almost infectious. Kyle wanted to grin back and crack wise about how even if he was in three pieces, he wouldn't be caught being stinky. But there was no way he was inviting more visitors, more people hanging around, and possibly getting hurt. If not now, then later.

"Yeah, because I mean, my underwear's scary or something." he said sullenly. "I mean, everyone is all laughs when they're embarrassing me, but God, going and grabbing my boxers is too much, right?"

That caused her to hesitate as she put the clothing down near his bed and she stared at him for a second before shaking it off. "Nah, I just make it a habit never to go through my guy friends underwear," Angel said, a bit hesitant. "Hey, so. Anything I can do? Like how long are they sticking you in here? Want anything else?" She leaned against one of the chairs, only a little bit away from where he sat.

It hadn't worked. So much for the best lie being half a truth. Kyle shook his head, hair falling away from his face and showing the fading bruises where Sabretooth had grabbed his jaw. "You can go away so I can have some quiet." he said, gritting his teeth.

Angel winced. "I was just trying to be helpful," she told him, obviously hurt. "What else do you want me to do?"

Kyle glared, now baring his fangs in an angry grimace. "Just go away. Leave me alone. Go eat the entire kitchen or take pictures of fuzzy bunnies or blow Julio, I don't -care-, just go -away-. You're being a pest." He rolled over on his side, ignoring the ache in his stomach and pulled the pillow back over his head.

The very second those words came out of his mouth, Angel burst into tears. "Fine!" she yelled through her sobs, her fingers curling into the clothes she had brought. It took a great amount of control not to set anything on fire; instead, she through the clothes at him and turned, running from the room in tears.