Diaz F: Jean's reaction won't show up until later, I actually hadn't had it in until you said that! Thanks for the idea!

Telepathic Angel: Ya, I know my chapters are a bit short, but I tried to make them as long as possible. Lol, sorry T, couldn't update that soon!

Stray phoenix: Thanks! Hope this is a little better for you, I think it's a tiny bit longer, lol, I'm trying at least!

Wen1: Ya, they were memories, sorry if that wasn't clear. sheepish grin

Chapter 11

Logan rushed into the infirmary to find Scott reading "The DaVinci Code". He looked up when Logan entered the room. "What's up?"

Logan cleared his throat as he walked up to the bed. How was he going to put this? "Uh, Scott, listen. We've been pretty good friends these last few years and I know I owe you lots of favours, but maybe you could do one for me?"

Scott raised his eyebrow curiously, "What's that?"

Logan hesitated. "'old on. Do whatever you can to… we don't want to lose you Scott."

"I'm not going anywhere Logan," Scott told him firmly.

There was something about Scott's tone… Logan dismissed the idea quickly and sighed with relief until he noticed something in the garbage beside Scott's bed. "Why does it look like every meal I've given you since you woke up yesterday ended up in the garbage!"

Scott gulped at the look Logan gave him. "I… I… I just haven't been hungry, that's all," he stammered.

Logan tried his best to relax as he slowly asked Scott. "Why didn't you tell us you couldn't eat? We would've put you back on the IV."

"The IV doesn't help – I threw up blood every minute I was on it. At least I'm not losing anything from my body this way."

Logan gaped. "You were throwing up blood! Why didn't you tell me?" he asked now referring to 'me' instead of 'we'.

"I've been too tired to think about it."

"Tired? 'ow much sleep 'ave you gott'n?"

Scott sighed. Truth time. "Other then the couple of times I've passed out, I'd say about an hour."

Logan looked at Scott. "What are you trying to tell me!"

"I'm dying Logan." He was so calm about it that it scared Logan, who ran out of the room nearly knocking over Hank in the hall.

"'ank, please, Scott's gone crazy! 'e says 'e's dying..."

"He is."

"WHAT! Why did 'e tell you before 'e told me! Why didn't YOU tell me!"

"Scott didn't tell me Logan! I'm his doctor – I have to monitor him! I saw him throwing up blood whenever I gave him medications, or syringes, or even put him on the IV! His body must be rejecting anything put in his blood this way. I saw him try and eat only to throw up after! I saw his sleeping charts! When I told Scott I knew and what it meant, he told me not to tell anyone. He probably wanted to tell everyone when he himself was ready."

"Isn't there anything we can do?"

"No."