"Dobson's using Striker's elixir," Professor X said as Bobby lugged Scott onto the elevator to take him down to the medical ward.
"Oh that's good," Bobby grumbled. "Chances are this one is stronger than the first."
The doors opened and Bobby and the professor walked into the cold, sterol room. Beast, Hope, and Anthony stood already stood around Andie. Beast was just checking her tympanic temperature. "89. She's breathing and she has a pulse…Hope, get me some more blankets, the oronasal mask from the cabinet, the I.V. and it's warmer, and the box on the counter there. We need to warm her core. Anthony there's nothing you can do here go help the others outside."
"But-"
"Go, the best way to help Andie is to stop them from getting in here."
Anthony ground his teeth for a moment then turned and ran past Bobby and the professor into the elevator.
Bobby dumped Scott onto one of the beds looked down at Andie. The skin surrounding her eyes was a bluish-gray and she appeared dead. His only clue that she was alive was the smoky breath escaping her parted lips; the room was getting colder.
"How is she?" Bobby asked looking at Andie.
"She's border lining sever hypothermia, but she's not lost yet," Beast said. "I need to start elevating her core temperature but Hope can help me with that. Go help, unless the Professor needs you here."
"No, go Bobby," Professor X said.
Bobby turned and followed Anthony's trail.
"Heaven help us."