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Chapter 7
"NO!" Jean shouted throwing herself into Hank's arms. "I told him not to go out there today! This is all my fault, I should've been more forceful with him!" Jean cried.
"Jean, relax, it's not that serious." Hank said calmingly.
"What happened, Hank?" Jean asked looking up at him, her eyes filled with tears. Hank led Jean over to the table and sat her down slowly and sat down beside her.
"We were all working on taking the balcony apart, and Scott and Alex were below, Logan, Remy, and I, catching the pieces and piling them. Then, Remy wrenched up a piece and it got stuck, and he was stupid and charged it to break it off. That broke the whole left side and he fell. He wasn't hurt, but Alex was directly underneath him. Scott was fast enough to shove him out of the way, but..."
"No, no, Hank no, please don't tell me..."
"He's...not dead, Jean, but it is serious. That's what I meant."
"Tell me, I can handle it."
Hank took a very deep breath and continued. "His right arm and leg are both broken, four ribs are broken, fortunately nothing was punctured, I checked. And..."
"Hank, tell me."
"He's comatose, Jean."
"What? No...Oh, God, Hank." Jean fell into his arms and began crying all over again.
Thirty minutes later, Jean was down in the med-bay standing in the doorway, and staring at Scott's lifeless body where it lay on a bed. His whole upper body was bandaged, along with his right arm and leg, which were also set in casts, but they weren't supported.
"Jean," Logan said quietly as he walked up behind her. Jean turned slowly and looked at him. She leaned into him and he hugged her. "I'm so sorry, Jean."
"It's not your fault, Logan. You didn't do anything. But when I get my hands on that Cajun. I swear..."
"Don't worry about that, Jean. Alex and I already chewed him out really well."
"I still want my turn."
"Jean, no. All right."
Jean nodded and looked back at Scott. She noticed for the first time that his head was bandaged as well. Logan looked too. "Did anything hit him?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, but not hard enough to cause any damage, but hard enough to put him in a coma. Hank said he doesn't know how long he'll be in it for. But he did say that his arm and leg should heal quickly, they weren't broken as badly as it looked."
Jean nodded; she couldn't find any words to say. "Logan, could you leave, I want to be alone."
"Sure. Take it easy, Jean, ok."
"I will." Jean shut the infirmary doors behind him and walked over to Scott's bed where she sat in a chair beside him and took his hand. She sat there for several minutes watching him. It was like he was asleep. His glasses had been taken off and were lying on the table next to the bed. Jean ran her thumb across the back of his palm, his hand was warm. She slipped her fingers through his and squeezed. "Scott, I'm here with you...I'm not leaving you, so don't you leave me..."
Jean stayed beside him the whole day and night through, laying her head next to his when she was tired, and stroking his hair. She traced her finger along the lines of his face and kissed his forehead before finally falling asleep. In the morning, Hank brought her breakfast, and stayed with her to make sure she ate, but he didn't say that. They talked about the baby, and it wasn't as painful as Jean thought it would be. She told him that she was due for a final scan in two weeks. She was going to go whether Scott could or not. She finished her breakfast and thanked Hank for it. He gave her a word of confidence before he left.
Hope
Jean took it to heart and took hold of Scott's hand again. Ororo brought her lunch around one and sat with her, just as Hank had done. They didn't talk much though, about the baby, but Ororo did ask Jean, and carefully, if she would like to a small baby shower.
"Sure, but not right now, maybe at the end of the month."
Ororo understood and stayed with her for another or two until Jean grew tired and fell asleep with her head next to Scott's. Ororo waited until she was asleep to leave and shut the door behind her.
Jean slept all the way through dinner, and was finally brought something to eat at around seven. "I hope you're getting up and walking around every now and then." Logan said walking in.
"Every now and then." Jean answered. "Thanks." Logan placed the tray on the table next to her. "You guys do anything with the boathouse?"
"Yeah, we cleaned up the mess and took the rest of the balcony down and put up the new beams. We're going to start building the new one tomorrow. Remy is no longer helping, I got Sam and Ray to help instead."
"What did you do, bribe them?"
"Yeah. I told them they didn't have to do laps tomorrow."
"That'll get them motivated." Jean half-laughed. Logan laughed, too. "Thanks for being here, Logan, I really needed you."
"Don't thank me, Jean. It's my job. But just remember," Logan said rising, "I'll always be here for you, and for everyone else." Jean stood and hugged him and he returned it.
"Thank you, Logan."
After he left, Jean closed her eyes for a while and laid her head back down on the pillow. She was awoken some time later by a muffled grunt. Jean opened her eyes slowly and picked her head up. She looked at Scott, and saw his eyes twitching. In a panic, she grabbed his glasses placing them on his face and securing them. Then she took his hand. "I'm here, Scott, its ok." She whispered stroking his hair.
"Are...they secure...?" he breathed out.
Jean checked his glasses again. "Yes. Trust me." Scott did, and opened his eyes. Nothing happened, and Jean exhaled.
"Jean...? What happened?"
"You had an accident." Jean said. She smiled at him lovingly. "But you're ok, and that's all that matters." Jean leaned down and kissed him gently. Hank walked in a few minutes later.
"Jean, I got your, uh, page." Hank tapped his head. "How is he?"
"Just woke up." Jean said smiling.
"I'm ok. I'm sore, but I'm ok."
"You gave us all quite a scare, Scott. Jean the most."
"Please, Scott. The next time I tell you not to do something, don't do it."
Scott sat up best he could and glared at Jean. "The next time you tell me not to do something, I'll listen."
Author's Note: Thank you for reading and please review. Enjoy the next chapter!
Chapter 7
"NO!" Jean shouted throwing herself into Hank's arms. "I told him not to go out there today! This is all my fault, I should've been more forceful with him!" Jean cried.
"Jean, relax, it's not that serious." Hank said calmingly.
"What happened, Hank?" Jean asked looking up at him, her eyes filled with tears. Hank led Jean over to the table and sat her down slowly and sat down beside her.
"We were all working on taking the balcony apart, and Scott and Alex were below, Logan, Remy, and I, catching the pieces and piling them. Then, Remy wrenched up a piece and it got stuck, and he was stupid and charged it to break it off. That broke the whole left side and he fell. He wasn't hurt, but Alex was directly underneath him. Scott was fast enough to shove him out of the way, but..."
"No, no, Hank no, please don't tell me..."
"He's...not dead, Jean, but it is serious. That's what I meant."
"Tell me, I can handle it."
Hank took a very deep breath and continued. "His right arm and leg are both broken, four ribs are broken, fortunately nothing was punctured, I checked. And..."
"Hank, tell me."
"He's comatose, Jean."
"What? No...Oh, God, Hank." Jean fell into his arms and began crying all over again.
Thirty minutes later, Jean was down in the med-bay standing in the doorway, and staring at Scott's lifeless body where it lay on a bed. His whole upper body was bandaged, along with his right arm and leg, which were also set in casts, but they weren't supported.
"Jean," Logan said quietly as he walked up behind her. Jean turned slowly and looked at him. She leaned into him and he hugged her. "I'm so sorry, Jean."
"It's not your fault, Logan. You didn't do anything. But when I get my hands on that Cajun. I swear..."
"Don't worry about that, Jean. Alex and I already chewed him out really well."
"I still want my turn."
"Jean, no. All right."
Jean nodded and looked back at Scott. She noticed for the first time that his head was bandaged as well. Logan looked too. "Did anything hit him?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, but not hard enough to cause any damage, but hard enough to put him in a coma. Hank said he doesn't know how long he'll be in it for. But he did say that his arm and leg should heal quickly, they weren't broken as badly as it looked."
Jean nodded; she couldn't find any words to say. "Logan, could you leave, I want to be alone."
"Sure. Take it easy, Jean, ok."
"I will." Jean shut the infirmary doors behind him and walked over to Scott's bed where she sat in a chair beside him and took his hand. She sat there for several minutes watching him. It was like he was asleep. His glasses had been taken off and were lying on the table next to the bed. Jean ran her thumb across the back of his palm, his hand was warm. She slipped her fingers through his and squeezed. "Scott, I'm here with you...I'm not leaving you, so don't you leave me..."
Jean stayed beside him the whole day and night through, laying her head next to his when she was tired, and stroking his hair. She traced her finger along the lines of his face and kissed his forehead before finally falling asleep. In the morning, Hank brought her breakfast, and stayed with her to make sure she ate, but he didn't say that. They talked about the baby, and it wasn't as painful as Jean thought it would be. She told him that she was due for a final scan in two weeks. She was going to go whether Scott could or not. She finished her breakfast and thanked Hank for it. He gave her a word of confidence before he left.
Hope
Jean took it to heart and took hold of Scott's hand again. Ororo brought her lunch around one and sat with her, just as Hank had done. They didn't talk much though, about the baby, but Ororo did ask Jean, and carefully, if she would like to a small baby shower.
"Sure, but not right now, maybe at the end of the month."
Ororo understood and stayed with her for another or two until Jean grew tired and fell asleep with her head next to Scott's. Ororo waited until she was asleep to leave and shut the door behind her.
Jean slept all the way through dinner, and was finally brought something to eat at around seven. "I hope you're getting up and walking around every now and then." Logan said walking in.
"Every now and then." Jean answered. "Thanks." Logan placed the tray on the table next to her. "You guys do anything with the boathouse?"
"Yeah, we cleaned up the mess and took the rest of the balcony down and put up the new beams. We're going to start building the new one tomorrow. Remy is no longer helping, I got Sam and Ray to help instead."
"What did you do, bribe them?"
"Yeah. I told them they didn't have to do laps tomorrow."
"That'll get them motivated." Jean half-laughed. Logan laughed, too. "Thanks for being here, Logan, I really needed you."
"Don't thank me, Jean. It's my job. But just remember," Logan said rising, "I'll always be here for you, and for everyone else." Jean stood and hugged him and he returned it.
"Thank you, Logan."
After he left, Jean closed her eyes for a while and laid her head back down on the pillow. She was awoken some time later by a muffled grunt. Jean opened her eyes slowly and picked her head up. She looked at Scott, and saw his eyes twitching. In a panic, she grabbed his glasses placing them on his face and securing them. Then she took his hand. "I'm here, Scott, its ok." She whispered stroking his hair.
"Are...they secure...?" he breathed out.
Jean checked his glasses again. "Yes. Trust me." Scott did, and opened his eyes. Nothing happened, and Jean exhaled.
"Jean...? What happened?"
"You had an accident." Jean said. She smiled at him lovingly. "But you're ok, and that's all that matters." Jean leaned down and kissed him gently. Hank walked in a few minutes later.
"Jean, I got your, uh, page." Hank tapped his head. "How is he?"
"Just woke up." Jean said smiling.
"I'm ok. I'm sore, but I'm ok."
"You gave us all quite a scare, Scott. Jean the most."
"Please, Scott. The next time I tell you not to do something, don't do it."
Scott sat up best he could and glared at Jean. "The next time you tell me not to do something, I'll listen."
Author's Note: Thank you for reading and please review. Enjoy the next chapter!