And here we have Duncan's POV, let's see what he has to say shall we?
It was terrible. Jean was having a complete breakdown and I was powerless to help her. Only one person could help her now and he was dying in a hospital bed.
"Summers...what did you do to yourself?" I held Jean close and let her cry. It was clear that she had been crying for hours and I glanced at the clock noticing that I had been here for a little over two. "Jean?" She looked up at me, even with puffy eyes and running mascara she was beautiful. "Are you going to be okay?"
"No," She sat down heavily in the chair, holding my hand. "I can't help feeling that this is all my fault."
"Why? Tell me Jean, it helps to talk about things like this." I chuckled to myself, where was I getting this stuff?
"If I had been here, if I, it just wouldn't have happened. Scott wouldn't be dying, everyone wouldn't be so torn up, and things would be different..." Her eyes teamed with crystal tears again and she began to cry. I stared at Scott's broken body.
"It's not your fault Jean; you couldn't have prevented this, it just happened. Please Jean, don't blame yourself." I kissed her on the forehead and ran my fingers through her fiery hair. "Everything is going to be all right, wait and see." But everything isn't going to be all right again I told myself. A guy didn't get this beat up and usually live to tell about it. I stared at the machines surrounding his bed and recognized the ones for heart and pulse rhythms, I don't know much about medicine but I have visited a few hospitals in my years as an athlete. And right now I could see that his heartbeat was erratic and his pulse was way too fast. Infection was another thing that would probably claim his life. His face already looked flushed with a fever. This was terrible. I hated seeing Jean this torn up and even seeing my rival in serious condition didn't give me satisfaction in knowing that I would probably not have to compete for Jean anymore. I mean, what kind of person would that make me? I heard a door down the hall slam and peered out the door. A huge guy in an orange suit was stalking down the hall. "Who's that?" I wondered allowed. Jean sniffed.
"Logan, he's probably going to get the guy who did this to Scott." Bemused I kept rubbing Jean's back. She snuggled up to my chest and looked into my eyes, locking her lips with mine in a passionate kiss.
That was really, really short but as I said, not much can be going on inside Duncan's thick head. I'm not very fond if him myself. But wasn't that cute? ^-^v Next up, Logan!