Please, remember that I'm French so I had to translate the whole fic before making correct it (thanks to ET and Double27) and mistakes always goes through.

Sorry for the forgotten correction question in the last part…

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Jean slightly moved in her sleep but stopped soon after having found the appeasing scent which Scott's pillow still contained.

- "Maybe we should ask Hank to sound her ?" said Storm.

- "For a drunk ?" answered Logan "Nah, this has never killed anybody –well, except on the road– Aspirin and water, that's all she needs"

- "And above all, calmness, obscurity and rest" added Beast by coming in at his turn in the room "What has she drunk ?" he asked to Logan.

- "Five or six glasses of cognac"

- "Five or six glasses…??" repeated Storm under the surprise..

- "Yes, we can say she's put her back into it" conceded Hank "But don't worry Ororo, Logan is right, that's only a drunk, she'll recover from it quickly ; but the heart's wounds, they, will take more time to heal…"

Storm did not contest Beast's judgement, but said :

- " I still rather like to stay at her side, just in case she'd need something"

- "Yes, I thought as much" said the Professor "But you know, she would be asleep for a long time…"

- "I know…but I need it, it's just that…"

- "You don't have to blame yourself Ororo," the Professor cut her off, "no more than anyone else and in particular me. We haven't expected this sudden turn of events, but this would surely have happened one day or another"

- "You…?" asked the Weather Witch.

- "No, no need to be a telepath to understand it" smiled Charles before urging the others to leave the bedroom.

He did the same, leaving Storm looking after her best friend. Having said that, she ended up realising that the Professor was right –Jean won't re-emerge until the next morning– and the mutant resolved herself to return to her own bedroom.

Jean had the impression she had slipped into a coma and the first thing which stamped her was the awful headache enveloping all her skull which the only fact of thinking worsened. She hardly opened her eyes and moaned at the pain which reverberated in her head.

The mutant had some difficulties to gather her mind in these conditions, but she did recall some instances from the previous day. She was in her bedroom, but how had she returned ? Logan…yes, It seemed to her that Logan had come to fetch her…

She winced at the disagreeable taste which was filling up her mouth, given coated by her hangover, and caught blindly the glass of water she had caught a glimpse some instants before. Unfortunately, the remedy was worse than the hurt and she found herself with an intense need to throw up. Taking her courage, she got herself out of bed and went into the bathroom just in time despite the 'hard-rock concert' which was taking place in her head.

It's when she leaned forward to rinse her mouth at the washroom faucet that the reality came back in Jean's mind, not the one of Scott's death, no, this was one she was not able to forget it even only for some instants, no…she was pregnant, she was pregnant and she had gotten herself drunk…

- "…But what have I done…what have I done…?" muttered Jean as an anguish wave was taking her throat like a blast of hot air.

She instinctively raised her hand to her abdomen as she was leading herself toward the floor with her other one, her legs refusing to carry her anymore. She leaned against the wall and brought her knees toward herself as to protect herself or to protect the only thing remaining to her from Scott…But how could she has been so reckless ? She, who moreover was a doctor ! She had endangered her pregnancy, maybe she even had…no she couldn't imagine it, it'd be too hard…She could already feel the tears flowing out from her half-shut eyes.

- "Jean ?" made Ororo's voice after having opened the telepath's bedroom door.

Having heard her friend being sick, Storm hurried toward the bathroom and switched on the light by reflex which made Jean wince.

- "Oh, I'm sorry" apologized Ororo, quickly switching off the light before approaching Jean "Come on, I bring you back to your bed" she said in a low voice not to provoke the headache which was, without doubt, tugging at the young woman.

She helped her to rise and to her bed.

- "Do you want me to bring you an Efferalgan ?"

Jean nodded slowly, knowing truly that this wasn't contradicting her state…but in any case, with what she had henceforth done…she blamed herself inside as Ororo was leaving the room.

When she came back, Jean was still in the same state of mind ; she took the tablets which Ororo gave her and swallowed it.

- "I've brought to you a tray of cakes too, your favourites ones, it would be good if you could eat a little…"

At her great surprise, Storm saw the telepath nod again; but the most astonishing was to hear her speak (for the first time since 5 days in Ororo's case)

- "…I'm irresponsible…" articulated Jean, the head on her cushion.

- "What ?" asked Storm once the shock to hear her voice again had gone away.

The Weather Witch sat down on the edge of the bed and asked:

- "Why do you say that ? Because you've run away and that you've gotten yourself drunk? Jean you don't have to blame yourself, it's a normal reaction and I'm even sure that Logan had gone in a bar during his ride the day before yesterday…" tried Ororo by smiling slightly in the hope of relaxing the atmosphere.

Jean shook her head despite of the pain this simple move provoked again.

- "…It's not that…you don't understand…"

- "What are you talking to me about ?"

- "…I…I'm…I can't speak about that…" answered Jean faintly "…I'm tired…"

- "Go back to sleep, I'm gonna make sure the students will be silent if they pass in front of your door"

Jean mumbled a "thanks" and went back to a sleep full of nightmares.

Jean spent the day sleeping. It wasn't the nausea or the other disagreeable symptoms of a hangover which were bothering her, no, she was scared, she couldn't get rid of this anguish to have endangered the baby of the man she loved the most in the world ; this added to the despair, she couldn't feel worse.

Once Logan had brought her dinner on a tray before joining the others for his own one –Jean having declined to join them– she took a decision : she had to be clear in her mind, she'll go to the infirmary to have an ultrasound…

To be continued….

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