Jean Grey wandered down the hall, yawning and pulling her housecoat closer around herself as she neared the large living room. The redhead slipped through the doorway, casting a quick glance around; the room seemed to be empty. Heading toward the couch, she took a quick glance for Jones, who was usually here at night, yet the thirteen-year-old boy was nowhere in sight. She went to take a step but felt her foot come into contact with something, quickly pulling back. Eyes of the darkest shade of green dropped down, catching sight of one of her students asleep on the floor, curled up contentedly in front of the television. Lips pursed for a moment in contemplation, then an amused smile turned one corner of her mouth upward as she knelt by the girl, nudging her arm lightly.
Dark lashes fluttered and the student glanced up to her, confusion quickly fading as she realized what had happened and sat up.
"You alright, Jubilee?" Jean asked, just to confirm.
"Mhm," Jubilee said with a soft yawn, almond shaped eyes blinking a few times in an attempt to clear the fog of sleep. "Guess I just fell asleep." Standing unsteadily, Jubilee started to head out of the room. " 'night Dr.Grey," the girl said sleepily as she left for her room.
Jean smiled, shaking her head and taking a seat on the couch. Relaxing against the soft cushions of the couch, she rubbed her forehead lightly. It had been such a long day, but she couldn't seem to sleep. Flicking on the TV, she kept the volume low and moved to lie down, her head resting comfortably on the arm of the couch. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep. Apparently she was more tired than she thought.
"Jean!" A frantic voice called, followed by the thud of someone hurrying down the stairs. "Jean! Wake up!"
Jean slowly awakened, looking just as confused as Jubilee had been when she awakened her from the floor the previous night. Hearing the worry in the voice, she sat up quickly, a blanket falling from her shoulders. Scott, she thought with an inward smile. But quickly her attention was turned back to the one calling her, and she called out. "I'm in here!"
Rogue rushed in, looking even paler than usual. "Jean! It's Jones," she started. "he's really sick." Jean jumped up quickly, hating to hear when any of the students were not well.
"It's okay, Rogue. Calm down. How sick? What do you mean?" she asked, frowning deeply.
"Really sick, ah don't know what's wrong but ah was eh, talking with Bobby and we heard somethin' and found him in the hall unconscious or...or....He was really cold, Jean."
This was enough for Jean, she knew something was really wrong. Jones hadn't been feeling well lately and he never was sick. Hurrying upstairs, with Rogue close behind, she wandered to Bobby's room, where the two older teens had taken the boy. Stopping by the side of the bed, she peered over at the small blonde boy, reaching a hand over to check for a pulse. It was very weak and had an unnatural pace, even unnatural for a mutant.
Rogue crossed her arms, brushing a strand of ivory hair back behind her ear and watching as Jean checked for possible causes of Jones' sudden collapse. She didn't know what had happened, or why. She just hoped he would get better...he had to. Yeah, the kid was annoying, but she never would have thought something like this would happen.
Bobby came behind her, embracing her covered shoulder lightly with one arm and holding her gloved hand comfortingly with the other.
Rogue smiled a bit, leaning against him with a soft sigh. "Come on, help me get him to the infirmary," Jean said from her place by the bed. Bobby withdrew from Rogue, giving her hand one last squeeze and went over to help Jean. As Rogue watched the two carry Jones' off, she couldn't help but feel this was somehow her fault...she had snapped at him the other day when he had been toying with the television when they were trying to watch a movie. Jones' was sensitive sometimes, but could he really react this greatly?
(OOC: I redid it, is this how you meant by the paragraphing?)
Dark lashes fluttered and the student glanced up to her, confusion quickly fading as she realized what had happened and sat up.
"You alright, Jubilee?" Jean asked, just to confirm.
"Mhm," Jubilee said with a soft yawn, almond shaped eyes blinking a few times in an attempt to clear the fog of sleep. "Guess I just fell asleep." Standing unsteadily, Jubilee started to head out of the room. " 'night Dr.Grey," the girl said sleepily as she left for her room.
Jean smiled, shaking her head and taking a seat on the couch. Relaxing against the soft cushions of the couch, she rubbed her forehead lightly. It had been such a long day, but she couldn't seem to sleep. Flicking on the TV, she kept the volume low and moved to lie down, her head resting comfortably on the arm of the couch. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep. Apparently she was more tired than she thought.
"Jean!" A frantic voice called, followed by the thud of someone hurrying down the stairs. "Jean! Wake up!"
Jean slowly awakened, looking just as confused as Jubilee had been when she awakened her from the floor the previous night. Hearing the worry in the voice, she sat up quickly, a blanket falling from her shoulders. Scott, she thought with an inward smile. But quickly her attention was turned back to the one calling her, and she called out. "I'm in here!"
Rogue rushed in, looking even paler than usual. "Jean! It's Jones," she started. "he's really sick." Jean jumped up quickly, hating to hear when any of the students were not well.
"It's okay, Rogue. Calm down. How sick? What do you mean?" she asked, frowning deeply.
"Really sick, ah don't know what's wrong but ah was eh, talking with Bobby and we heard somethin' and found him in the hall unconscious or...or....He was really cold, Jean."
This was enough for Jean, she knew something was really wrong. Jones hadn't been feeling well lately and he never was sick. Hurrying upstairs, with Rogue close behind, she wandered to Bobby's room, where the two older teens had taken the boy. Stopping by the side of the bed, she peered over at the small blonde boy, reaching a hand over to check for a pulse. It was very weak and had an unnatural pace, even unnatural for a mutant.
Rogue crossed her arms, brushing a strand of ivory hair back behind her ear and watching as Jean checked for possible causes of Jones' sudden collapse. She didn't know what had happened, or why. She just hoped he would get better...he had to. Yeah, the kid was annoying, but she never would have thought something like this would happen.
Bobby came behind her, embracing her covered shoulder lightly with one arm and holding her gloved hand comfortingly with the other.
Rogue smiled a bit, leaning against him with a soft sigh. "Come on, help me get him to the infirmary," Jean said from her place by the bed. Bobby withdrew from Rogue, giving her hand one last squeeze and went over to help Jean. As Rogue watched the two carry Jones' off, she couldn't help but feel this was somehow her fault...she had snapped at him the other day when he had been toying with the television when they were trying to watch a movie. Jones' was sensitive sometimes, but could he really react this greatly?
(OOC: I redid it, is this how you meant by the paragraphing?)