(I'm sorry it's so late! I gave up on trying to recover what I had written of this chapter, and I've rewritten it instead.
I just reread my apology [the old chapter 10]. I am writing far too much Kitty if I put 'you know' into an author note!)
However, if the professor had not spent so much money on soundproofing the infirmary (not because he thought it would be necessary, but hey, why take chances? Especially when you think about the sort of things that would be happening in it…) then Ororo would have known why he sounded so worried.
Kurt had been getting more and more agitated, and Scott found himself spending more time keeping Kurt from hurting himself by thrashing around then he spent studying his notes for classes. It didn't help things when Kurt woke up, as he was delirious and had no idea that he was in the infirmary – or even that he was in America.
"NEIN! Gelassen gehen Sie von mir! Ich muß hinausgehen, ich muß! [translation: NO! Let go of me! I have to get out, I have to!]" Kurt yelled. Then he collapsed on the bed, tears streaming down his face. "Ich hasse es, wenn sie mir die Medizin gibt, und ich weiß, daß ich sie nehmen muß, aber bitte lasse sie nicht innen hier! Ich gehe zu ihr schließlich, ich erhalten zu schwach zu widerstehen, aber bitte lassen Sie sie nicht mich erhalten... [translation: I hate it when she gives me the medicine, and I know that I have to take it, but please don't let her in here! I'll go to her eventually, I get too weak to resist, but please don't let her get me…]" he whimpered, the muttering trailing off. Scott relaxed, sitting down again – and Kurt shot up in bed, trying to climb out of it.
"Kurt! You need to stay in bed!" Scott exclaimed, but Kurt didn't understand. Scott grabbed his shoulders, forcing him onto the bed as he turned his face away in an effort to protect his glasses. But Kurt was flailing about too wildly, and Scott's glasses went flying…
What? Oh, no –, the Professor projected as Scott's power blazed through the floor of the infirmary, tearing a large chunk out of the training room before Scott closed his eyes. Kurt, calm down. It's alright, you're safe now.
Kurt started thrashing about harder, falling to the floor. "VERLASSEN SIE EINEN MEINEN KOPF! [translation: GET OUT OF MY HEAD!]" he screamed, clutching his head in terror.
Jean came running, alerted by the Professor – not that she needed him to tell her. As careful as she was with her shielding, the emotions inside the infirmary were too strong to ignore.
"Professor, I really think we should consider restraining Kurt," she said, trying to keep him from hurting himself. "He's only getting worse, and I don't know how much longer I can hold him…"