AN: Thanks for all the nice reviews. I'm sorry I took awhile with this chapter - I hope everyone likes it!

Softly, Jean knocked on Scott's door and waiting for him to tell her to come in, but he did not. Confused, she slowly opened the door a bit and looked inside. Scott was sitting on the bed, his right leg stretched out before him encased tightly in a brace and his head was bowed above his clasped hands. It took Jean a second to realize that Scott was praying. She was surprised because he had never mentioned anything about any particular religious belief to her before - but then again he hadn't said anything to the contrary either. Besides, she reasoned it was a common reaction from people who had just been involved in an accident. "Scott?" Jean asked quietly.

Scott raised his head to turn and look at her. Other than the broken kneecap on his right leg, most of his other injuries consisted of bruising and small scratches and scrapes, which greatly relieved Jean. "Yes," he responded.

"How are you doing?"

He shrugged slightly. "Fine, I guess. How's Kurt?"

Jean hesitated, unsure of how much she should tell Scott right now. "Well," she began cautiously, "he could have been hurt a lot worse considering how hard you guys were hit. I think they said he has a couple of cracked ribs and his right shoulder is dislocated. Oh, and of course he has whiplash." She hoped her answer would satisfy Scott because she had heard more, but she didn't want to tell him all that she had heard .

"What about the gash on his head?" Scott questioned, "It was bleeding so…there was just so much blood." His voice was shaking now.

"They got the bleeding to stop," Jean replied, "but I do think that it required a few stitches." Please don't ask any more questions about it, she silently pleaded.

"You're not telling me everything," Scott said, "What's going on? Tell me."

"Scott…" she hesitated.

"Tell me!"

"We don't know anything for sure yet," she stated, "but, Kurt does have a serious concussion. There's a chance…" her voice trailed off. "There's a chance," she repeated, "there might be permanent damage."

Scott took a deep breath. "Oh, God," he whispered, "No."

"There might not be any problems," Jean reassured, "Kurt hasn't even regained consciousness yet."

"Oh, God," he repeated, as if he hadn't heard her, "And it's my fault. I took my eyes off the road."

"What?"

"When I was driving," he clarified, "I took my eyes off the road - just for a second, I swear! I just glanced over at Kurt and that's when I saw the other car."

"It wasn't your fault," Jean began softly, "if you hadn't glanced off then you wouldn't have seen the car before it hit you. That's all it would change." Scott didn't seem convinced, so she continued. "Look, I heard everyone talking earlier and from what I understand the woman who was driving the other car was intoxicated."

"What? She was drunk?"

"Maybe. That's what I overheard, at least."

Scott swore softly, which surprised Jean because she had never heard him say anything like that before. "And Kurt may be…he's hurt because of her," he growled.

"We don't know anything for sure," Jean countered, but before she could continue a sudden image came to her mind. "You're thinking of Alex?" she asked uncertainly.

Scott nodded slightly, but didn't respond at first. "I've had nightmares for years," he finally said, "the plane crashing, Alex, everything. Yet, when we found him I thought the nightmares would end - and they did for awhile. But today," he shook his head, as if unsure how to finish.

"And it probably didn't help that Kurt looks up to you like a big brother," Jean added.

"He does? I didn't really think of like that, but he does feel like he's family."

"I know this is tough -"

"How do you know?" Scott interrupted, his voice rising, "You may be telepathic, but you don't know how it REALLY feels."

Jean didn't know how to respond. It was true. She could know his feelings, his thoughts - but she had never really experience tragedy like he had. How could she know? "I may not," she began, but before she could finish the door burst open.

Rogue was standing there. It appeared that she had ran there as she was out of breath. "Kurt just woke up," she announced.

Part 2 is finished and hopefully 3 will soon join it. I don't know why that Jean got such a big part in this section. I mean, I don't even really like her but somehow it seemed to fit. At least I already know that Kitty gets the next part and I find it so much easier to write from her perspective. Thanks to all who have read this so far.