Kurt practically clawed at his back with both arms and his tail as he rode the elevator down to the basement infirmary. There were times when he wished he could roll around scratching on the floor like a dog.

When he reached the infirmary, he barely noted that Jean Grey was wearing a biohazard containment suit as he was more concerned with the itching that was coming from...just about everywhere.

"This..."

Kurt clamped down on a string of curses that would leave him praying for forgiveness until doomsday in order to atone for as he pulled off the spiked accessory that was concealing a smaller, thinner, white collar underneath which he then pulled off and threw into the far reaches of the infirmary.

"This thing isn't working!"

Technically it was working. His neck was the only place on him that didn't itch. But, on the whole, it was completely useless.

"Well Kurt," Jean said, trying to sound cheerful as she arranged several items on a tray. "I've got good news, and bad news."

"What's the good news?" Kurt asked as he hopped up onto the examination table.

"It's not fleas." Jean replied.

"What's the bad news?" the amazing Nightcrawler asked as he noticed his left leg creeping up towards his shoulder and quickly lowered it.

"It's lice." Jean said as she set a tray with several boxes of NIX and a steel comb down next to him and hurriedly backed away.

Kurt quickly clamped his jaws shut tight because, he knew that if he didn't, the next word out of his mouth was going to be "Scheiße!".