XMFC/Accidents Happen

[guideshapelead]

Charles is far from impressed with the drugs Hank's given him. So far, he's taking them obediently, but he has to admit that it's already a struggle to keep up the regime. He hasn't had another seizure, and for that he is grateful, but the cost is almost too much. His concentration is shot; he can barely manage a chapter of a book in one sitting, now, whereas before he'd skim whole volumes. And worse, his telepathy has been weakened to a level which is almost non-existent. He has to try, with all his concentration and mental strength, just to catch glimpses of thoughts aimed directly at him.

His head has never felt so quiet.

As a consequence, he's in far from a good mood as he sits in the drawing room with Erik that afternoon, struggling to do more than watch the flames in the fireplace. He finds the whole thing far more crippling than the bullet in his spine.

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[guideshapelead]

It feels no different, to Charles, but he knows that he needs to keep his legs warm even if he can't feel them. He doesn't really want another round of pneumonia.

"Yes, thank you," he manages.

[diecastking]

Erik nods and stands, gathering his own pyjama bottoms and dressing hurriedly for bed. He's glad of the dim light, self-conscious of his own scars, and then quickly slips beneath the covers.

[guideshapelead]

Shuffling himself closer to Erik's body, Charles twists until he manages to lie on his side, resting against his lover.

"Good night," he murmurs, hoping that when he wakes his powers will be back to normal.

[diecastking]

Erik pulls Charles' close to him, loving the feeling of his lover's warm body next to his.

"Good night, liebe. Sleep well."

[guideshapelead]

"Good night, Erik," Charles replies, closing his eyes and settling down to sleep.