RP with wreakshavok | Brotherly something or other
Scott was sitting on the side of one of the beds in the medical clinic and had pretty much lost count of how long he had been sitting there now, watching his younger brother asleep in the bed nextdoor. The youngest Summers was out to it, head squashed into the pillow and blond hair in a ruffled mess all over the place. His nose and cheek were bruised, Scott really unable to deny that it looked sore. The punch had been hard enough to break Alex's nose and give him a concussion. It was kind of ironic that Bobby himself had suffered a similar fate at the hands of Gambit not all that long ago, but that could be the part of the reason Alex found himself on the end of Iceman's fist.
However, Scott just couldn't shake the apprehension that if Alex's arrival could come with such a bang, how was the rest of his stay going to be? At this point, he didn't know whether Alex was here to stay, or if it was just a passing visit. He hadn't brought anything with him but one bag, it just wasn't enough to indicate anything to Scott either way. One thing was for sure, he planned to keep his ass planted right in this spot until he had some answers at least... and until he could see for sure that Alex was going to be okay.
However, Scott just couldn't shake the apprehension that if Alex's arrival could come with such a bang, how was the rest of his stay going to be? At this point, he didn't know whether Alex was here to stay, or if it was just a passing visit. He hadn't brought anything with him but one bag, it just wasn't enough to indicate anything to Scott either way. One thing was for sure, he planned to keep his ass planted right in this spot until he had some answers at least... and until he could see for sure that Alex was going to be okay.