Now here we have the beautiful and talented Jean Grey's POV but I don't think she's very upset that Scott is dying, or is she? Well don't ask me, I don't know! What do I look like, the author? Oh, heh, maybe I am, but that's not the point. Anyway, on with the show!

The one before the last one was Rogue's. I thought I put it on there but I may have forgot.

I do not own anything, well, maybe a pen, but that's it, I swear!

"I don't want to Rogue! I don't have the time!" I was in a hurry and was soon going to be late for my date with Duncan.

"You don't have time for your dying friend?" Angry eyes flashed as Rogue snarled in contempt and hatred. She never liked me much.

"Scott is not dying; he's just laid up. He'll be back on his feet in no time." Shrugging off Scott's condition was no problem; he had been injured before.

"If you had been there when the Professor told us," looking up at the much softer voice I noted her sorrowful expression and teary eyes. Maybe Scott was really hurt badly after all. "Then you would know that he's much worse off then you think."

"Fine," I relented, "maybe when I get home. But right now I'm late." I focused on my jacket and it put itself in my hand just as I left my room. I passed a lot of students in the hallway, probably all up here to visit Scott I reminded myself, and really noticed Ororo. She seemed to be very shaken up, with tears in her blue eyes. She stopped me as I headed down the stairs.

"Have you been to see Scott at all Jean?" The voice was soft and weary. I shook my head.

"When I get back," I explained, thinking quietly to myself. Was Scott really hurt this badly to make everyone think he was going to die?

"Did anyone tell you what happened?"

"No," impatiently tapping my foot. "They just said he was in an accident that's all." The weather witch shook her head sadly.

"Pietro entered the Danger Room while Scot was practicing and set the controls to a much more advanced group setting." My eyes widened a little bit at this news, I had thought he had been in a car accident or something yesterday, not like this. "His injuries are quite extensive. Cracked ribs, fractured skull, broken collarbone, burns, bruised lungs, broken leg the list goes on."

"And he's in a coma." I finished off for her, voice wavering. I hadn't known he was hurt that badly.

"Yes, but that's not why I'm worried Jean. We thought his lungs would recover on their own but they haven't and we just now had to put him on a respirator to help him breathe. Scott doesn't have much time left with us unless something close to miraculous happens." Ororo put an arm around my shoulder. "You might want to see him soon, before it's too late." My date with Duncan was beginning to seem more and more obsolete.

"Yeah, yeah I think I'll do that right now." Storm nodded her approval and watched me run back up the stairs and around the corner. Flinging my jacket on the bed I picked up the phone, dialing Duncan's number with quivering fingers.

"Hello?" His voice came in on the other line. "Jean? What's the matter?" It came out in a rush of words.

"Last night Scott was in an accident and he's in a coma. He's dying and I need to be with him. Do you understand?" There was a contemplative silence on the other end as Duncan absorbed it all.

"I understand completely Jean; maybe I'll come over and see him later?" I was amazed. Duncan had always hated Scott before.

"Yeah, sure, that would be great." We said our goodbyes and I hang up quickly in my hast to get out of the room and down the hall to Scott. There were a lot of people in the room, so many that I couldn't get more then a glimpse of his shades. Luckily Rogue saw me and smiled, ushering everyone out of the room. She bent over and whispered something to Scott's prone form so quietly that I almost didn't catch it.

"See I told you I'd make her come." The she turned to me and I gave her a minute smile.

"Ororo told me about everything and you were right, I should have come earlier."

"That's alright, now that you're here I'll leave you alone." She placed her hand on my shoulder, I had never seen Rogue this caring before. I guess Scott's accident must have really shaken her up.

"Yeah, thanks." I sat down in a chair near Scott's deathly pale body as Rogue closed the door behind her. Scott looked terrible. Bruises were everywhere, a plastic tube was down his throat, he was pale and bandages covered most of his body. I felt terrible for not being there in the Danger Room with him. Every time his chest rose I could hear a gurgling sound and noticed another plastic tube filled with a crimson liquid, blood being drained out of his lungs. I began to cry, blaming myself for this. "Don't die Scott, please, don't die on me." I sobbed into my hands for an hour thinking of all the times we had shared together. "We need you Scott, please, pull through this, please, please..."

"Jean?" Duncan came in through the door paling at Scott's body on the bed. "Oh man Summers, this is bad." I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?" I shook my head.

"Oh Duncan! I sobbed into his shoulder. "He's dying!"

"Sum--Scott won't go down without a fight, he'll make it."

"I'm not so sure." He sat down next to me and let me cry; rubbing my back and staring at Scott's mangled figure.

Aw, Scott's bringing out the best in everyone isn't he? Maybe I'll do Duncan's POV next. It'll be short but hey, who knows what that big guy could be thinking. Is he upset that Scott could die? Or, on the inside, is he glad he might not have to worry about any more competition with Jean?

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