Hey guys, I wrote this during physics class one day when I was bored. Shh, don't tell my teacher...anyways, I was thinking about the episode, "Priority of Life" and honestly, Jules should have died. Not saying I want her too, but for scientific purposes, she should have died.

Think about it. If the threshold was 2500ppm, that's an average for the average male, at about 180lbs. Jules is barely 100lbs, left the room at about 2450ppm, not to mention she was dealing with major blood loss.

But anthrax would have killed her in a few days, and I wanted it to be quick. So I settled on blood loss. Yes, I used some lines directly from the episode, but not in order.

It was funny, you know, the feeling of slowly losing yourself. It wasn't like when she'd been quickly knocked out by a concussion grenade, no, this was slow. With every breath she lost more of her life and with every breath she had to fight harder to stay coherent.

"Jules, sniper breathing. Lower your heart rate you'll lose less blood."

She looked up slowly, blinking, trying to keep the world in focus. "Xavier," she whispered, "We're running out of time." She was so tired, so very tired, and before she knew what was happening, the ground came up all too fast and hard.

"Jules!"

There was someone there beside her now. Hadn't he been with broken leg girl?

"Keep constant pressure on it, okay? And keep your head down."

"Okay," she managed to squeak. She closed her eyes and listened to the blood pound in her ears. Where was Sam? Shouldn't he be here by now?

"Fine, fine, they can go. But he stays!"

"Xavier, they can't walk! They need our help!"

"Ed, I'm going in."

She didn't quite understand. Who was allowed to leave? She could hear her team members in her ears, trying to rouse her, but she was so tired.

She looked up then. Sam? When did he get here? She longed to reach out, longed to touch him, longed for him to make it better. No, something in her brain whispered quietly, confused. Priority of life. Broken leg girl goes first.

Someone was suddenly beside her again, hands pressed against her arm, trying to staunch the flow of blood.

"Is she going to be okay?"

"She's lost a lot of blood."

"Xavier, she needs medical attention, okay? You all do. How could this possibly help you?"

The voice wavered in and out and Jules closed her eyes.

"Hey, hey you! You have to keep your eyes open! Don't fall asleep!"

She was just so tired.

"What's going on? Jules?"

"She's barely responsive!"

She was cold. So cold and tired. But at peace. Falling asleep right now would be very nice…no, no, must stay awake. But the darkness…

"Yeah, thanks for your honesty, Rose. Sam, you got that?"

She didn't understand. All she knew was the cold and the tired. Sam? Are you there? Arms under knees and back, head too heavy to hold up.

"Jules! Come on!"

"You hang in there, Jules! You just hang on!"

"Be ready, guys, she's lost a lot of blood."

Swinging, she was as light as a butterfly, moving, fluttering through the thin air. She opened up her eyes. Lights shimmered and colours danced. Face up against the glass. Sam?

"Get her out of there! Get her out of there!"

She closed her eyes.