This next chapter is going to be in Rogue's POV, always open to suggestions, have fun don't forget to review. ^-^
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I sat there, next to the bed surrounded by beeping machines and stared at Scott's face, covered in those funky goggles he needs to wear because of his...curse. I wondered to myself if he even remembered what color looked like anymore. To him it must be all reds and pinks by now.
"Oh Scott..." I let my gloved hand touch his cheek for an instant. He had always been pale but right now...
I touched his cheek again. Now he was approaching the color of the bandages he was wrapped in. They were all over his chest and shoulder, and his head. They made his hair stand up and he looked almost amusing. Until you remembered the horrible wound they covered. "I wish..." I looked out of the room into the empty hallway. I was the last visitor allowed in that night so I could sound as sappy as I wanted to, without fearing someone thinking I am a weak little girl with a crush.
They say, I'm not sure who 'they' are, but they say that people can hear you if you talk to them while they are in a coma so I did. But most of it wasn't good news, mostly self-pity. "If it weren't for Jean, maybe, maybe you and I could have gotten closer. But Jean..." I was angry with her. If she had been there Pietro wouldn't have been able to do anywhere near the amount of damage he had done. It was her fault that Scott was...
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Professor X sat in the corner of the dark room, all of us clustered around him to see what damage had been done to our friend and leader.
"The situation is not good." He had told us, much to our horror. "Scott is in a coma and may not ever wake from it." At this point Kitty had burst into tears and was clinging to Kurt, who, along with Evan and myself, were trying to keep from shedding any. It was then I noticed Jean wasn't there. "Right now, machines are doing most everything for him. It may be days or weeks before he improves at all." He swallowed, hard. "He lost quite a lot of blood and has severe head trauma. I suggest you all visit him as soon as possible. Talk with Scott and let him know that you are there with him as well as for him. He needs you all right now."
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Jean. She was with Duncan right now instead of with her ailing friend. I know Scott loved her and still loves her! He won't go before he has told her that, I am sure of it. I ran my hand along his sallow arm, mindful of the tubing and wires that were stuck in it, feeding him and giving him much needed fluids. His breathing, even though he was doing it on his own, was shallow and weak, barely even raising his chest.
"Any day now...any day and you'll wake up, right Scott?" I felt tears come to my eyes and viciously wiped them away, angry with myself for caring so much. "Kitty isn't the same without you, no one is, even Logan. We need you, much as I hate to admit it." I held his thin hand. "Tomorrow I'll make Jean come in here and sit with you; I'll make her see how much you love her. So don't you worry 'bout anything." I stood up to go. "And, I'll make Pietro pay for this. I swear I will."
Well, that was short lived. But anyway, how did you like it? Contrary to what it sounds like, the 'I'll make Jean come in here tomorrow' thing, Jean Grey will probably not be the next one. In fact, it might be Scott, just to keep you guessing. Don't forget reviews and if you have any suggestion I would love to hear them.