Just as I promised, I'm posting this chapter too this week. It's short as well, but don't worry, I'm trying to connect chapters to make them longer so next week's should be.
Wen1: I'm not going to use the reply button for any reviews for this story and for some in others. If you have a question that a lot of people are asking, why should I answer it for everyone when I can just post it up here? What will they do next is right! You might not be an expert in medicine, but you certainly know some stuff from research! I love it when authors do research for their stories; it always makes them have better quality! I hope you know I didn't mean anything about my comment last time (you loving suicides in your stories), I was just teasing P, besides, I love your stories!
Diaz F: I'm sorry for making the last chapter short, I was kind of evil for that and you'll probably think me evil for making this one short too! You just wait to find out about Scott!
Strayphoenix: Sorry for making these two chapters so short!
Amazing redd phoenix: hands tissue, yeah, I do feel bad that I made Logan do that.
Chapter 14
Jean would stay with Scott as soon as she woke up until she had to go to bed. Logan soon began bringing her, her meals so that she wouldn't have to leave even for that. He understood that she had to spend every moment possible with Scott, that's why Xavier excused her from school for as long as she needed.
This morning Logan had two bowls of cereal in his hand. He doubted that Scott would be able to eat even a bite of his but he still had to try, under Hank's orders. Scott was getting worse and worse each day. His head drooped occasionally during the day but he still wouldn't be able to go to sleep. He would throw up after every meal – as was somewhat expected and they had tried putting him on the IV a couple more times only to find him throwing up a lot more blood. Although his sunglasses hid the bags under his eyes there were many signs of his fatigue. To the untrained eye he would look as normal as one could given the situation – the fact that he was wearing sunglasses indoors and was in a hospital-type bed – but to anyone who's known Scott Summers these signs were clear. The slumped shoulders; even though Scott had excellent posture, how during conversations he didn't turn his head towards you; which he always did, and much more!
They were counting down the days until well, dear reader, you know. He had drunk a few sips of water the other day, but he was getting dehydrated fast. Most people could only last 3 days without water (when dehydrated). Why couldn't it just be over? Why did they have to sit there and watch him suffer? Why did it have to end like this? Logan's thoughts were interrupted by Jean's quick and emotionless "thank you" as he handed her, her bowl. With a silent nod he handed Scott his. Scott looked down, unsure what to do. He didn't like throwing up in front of Jean but if he didn't eat in front of her then she'd accuse him of not even trying to eat so she'd force him to eat something else with him ending up right back where he started. With a sigh and a glance at his girlfriend, Scott dipped the spoon in the cereal, taking it out and putting it in his mouth. He swallowed it but in less then a minute he threw it back up in the bucket beside his bed. Like usual.