A/N: I'm sooo sorry for the wait, I know this chapter is short but it's all that I can give you at the moment, cause I have writers block and My word on my laptop doesn't work, so it's hard to write anything anyway. So please review, you can be mad at me if you like.
The sterile blue of the room kept Scott awake as a watched his soulmate's chest rise and fall in time with the nearby machines. He had waited many lonely hours for her to wake.
To him her body was in perfect condition, her muscles were fit and her heart was strong, yet her mind seemed out of balance with this seamless notion. Her mind seemed weak, it was overcome with surplus tasks and power, fuelling an irreversible evil inside her mind and body, which Scott could barely visualize.
Jean's peaceful slumber was disrupted by violent shakes that evolved into a seizure. Her body was convulsing to it's own unfamiliar rhythm. Yet she still didn't wake. Scott ran over to her side and pressed an emergency button on the bed. He tried to hold her down, to stop her from harming herself while he waited for Hank to arrive.
Jean's convulsions only became worse as time continued, when suddenly her eyes opened and she screamed a shrill, painful cry. She sat up stunned, she was gasping for breath and Scott could almost hear Jean's heart.
Scott comforted Jean as mush as he could, She calmed down after a minute or two. She twisted her body to face Scott, her perception was dazed, her eyes glassy, her expression unreadable.
"Scott, I know the Phoenix is alive. She's in pain like me, I've never felt pain like that before, and it still resides in my body like a splinter," she muttered incoherently.