Someone grabbed my shoulder and shook me violently. I threw a weak slap at the unknown assailant.
“I don"t feel like going to school today, Mom,” I croaked. My eyes were swollen slits throwing everything around me into a blur.
Suddenly I found myself flying through the air when someone hoisted me up and placed me on a rolling conveyor belt. Prone on my back I stared up at Cyclops and an albino as they returned my gaze. With considerable pain and effort, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a blue-eyed toaster. All around me the world was on fire. This was the weirdest dream ever, I thought.
“Stay with us, Nathan,” the albino shouted.
“He doesn"t look good,” Cyclops admitted.
“I am monitoring his heart rate and, although faint, it is strong,” the toaster replied.
I am monitorin
