Yea, I'm hurt. What about it? My arm is in a sling and I'm bandaged up to high hell. I lost consciousness on the way back, so whoever bandaged me up and dumped me in my room...thanks. I'll be recouperating.
I'm better, movement is getting there. I don't need the crutch. It's quiet in this place. Professor says we need to talk...It's kinda hard keeping a secret from him.
Ok, lets see...OW...Rogue was kind enough to drop me off in medlab and i was under the impression that I could handle the damage, but I was wrong...someone free to bandage up a stabbed and possibly broken left arm, some various other cuts and bruises.
Yea...as kurt pointed out...we're back...safely...albeit changed after the whole experience. I have a new found respect for the peace we have here and the way that we live. It's made me realise a few things that I need to go clear up. I...uh...I'm around if anyone's looking for me. I got some people to talk to or at least try to.
Last night proved interesting. I just wish I could get a bit more credit around here. I may not know much, but I think I have a clue about releasing all my emotions and what it means to the human body and mind. Storm is suffering from this just buildup, she's never had a chance to just let go, and she needs it. Still working on the Illyana
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And a loud headache to wake up with. I'm alright, just hung over like no body's business. Had a great time from what I remember. I've got cuts and bruises and a bump the size of an orange on my head, although I'm fairly certain I did that to myself. At least the alcohol lent itself to a dream. Met Illyana...she's trapped in Limbo apparently.
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As I sit here typing I am restraining myself from lashing out against those around me. I understand why things have been done and why i should not be angry. I am alive, thankfully in part to the professor asking me to help with Jean and Logan's recovery from the savage land.