Okay guyz, I know it's taken me like ficken forever to get a new chapter up and I'm surry. I have a pretend life ya know. Well here the next chapter of this ambitious story of mine. WARNING: Touching moments ahead.

"Jean, how's Logan doing?" Scott asked as he walked through the doors to the med lab.

"He's alright, but strangely that shot is having a weird effect on him. He hasn't been healing as fast as he should normally be. He's healing about the same rate as a normal person. You should be resting yourself. You got a good beating. You're ribs are bruised-"

"But Logan broke my fall. He's got it worse than I do."

"Yes, and he's resting. You also have cuts and bruises all over you, not to mention a broken wrist."

"It's in a sling."

"Scott, please have your rest. You need it." It's like talking to a wall.

Logan had been in the med lab for two days so far, and he seemed to be healing fine, if he were a normal human. The med curium chloride seemed to stall or stop his mutation, which caused him to black out and loose the Wolverine in him momentarily. They weren't sure how he would be when he woke up, if he would be Logan or the fearsome darker side of him, the Wolverine.

"Jean, I'm really worried about him. You saw what happened to Dagger. He went crazy because of the drugs put into him. How can we really be sure this stuff will help? What if it makes him worse? Dagger was mad because of the same stuff he put in Logan. I'm scared to say this, but what if Logan wakes up the same as he was before? We'll have to kill him. Damnit. How are we supposed to kill our teammate and friend?"

"Scott, everything's going to be fine. You know Logan; he'll never give in and accept defeat. He did all he could to protect us. This maybe his chance to regain control. I know how you feel-"

"But you don't feel guilty. How I treated him? Huh. I don't deserve to be standing watching over him. I was jealous, and resentful because I didn't like him, and I didn't even give him a fair chance. He'd never believe me, but I do look up to him. I love him as if he were my brother. I miss him Jean." He said looking up to her, like a young boy asking a mother to help a sick big brother.

"I do feel guilt, Scott. Believe me if I could tell him that I-"

"Miss. Grey? Mr. Summers? Could ah see Logan?" Rogue asked as she quietly walked through the doors.

"Sure," Scott said while getting up and walking towards Jean. "Jean, it wasn't your fault. We did what we could."

"Thanks. I hope your right, Scott."

"I love you."

"Me too." She said as she kissed him. They walked out to let Rogue visit Logan.

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