Scott, Logan, and Dante followed behind the Professor as they walked into the hospital. Logan looked over to Scott. He was a bit angry at himself for not believing him, and not believing his own eyes. Maybe if they had, whatever happened to her wouldn't have happened. Oh, who knew? He let out a breath and looked away from him, back to the Professor who was riding along looking for Jean's hospital room.
"This is the one," Dante spoke up, pointing to 203.
The room was dark. The shades had been pulled, and there was a constant monotone beep shouting from one of the beds. The Professor rolled into the room and stopped halfway. He froze as his eyes lay upon her. It was Jean. A small smile trailed up his cheeks.
Scott moved passed the Professor and walked over to her bedside. He sat, his eyes dazzling as they ran across her pale skin. He reached out to touch it, not sure if he should. What was he saying? She was his wife, for God sakes. He reached out and gently touched her hand. It was warm, it was real. In that moment, he couldn't count how many times he thanked God for this. This wasn't a dream this time. This wasn't some hallucination. It was real. She was really there, lying before him and he was holding her hand like he had any other time before. Jean, he thought to himself with a smile.
Logan still couldn't believe it. He just stood there. Words escaped him, but a smile had not.
Dante walked over to the other side of her bed. "So, what do we do now? Can you figure out what's wrong with her?"
The Professor smiled up to him. "We can't do it here. We have to take her to our Infirmary. It would be very dangerous to do it out in the open."
Dante cocked a brow. What the hell was he talking about? Doing 'it' out in the open? What was he going to do to her? He looked back down to her with a frown. He wanted her to open her eyes, and he wanted it now, god damn it.
"I'm going to speak with her nurses, and her doctor. I will get her transferred over there as soon as possible." The Professor said. "I'll be right back," he turned and rolled out of the room, back towards the Nurses Station.
Dante looked back down to Scott. "…So, you were right, huh?" Scott nodded. "This is the girl, Jean, you were talking about?" He said. Scott nodded again. Dante looked at him, his eyes piercing him. "…Then why didn't you look harder for her?"
Scott shot his head up. "What are you talking about? We looked for her for 8 months. Nothing. We couldn't find her, and—"
"Yeah, well, maybe you didn't try hard enough. If there was someone I loved missing, I would go to the ends of the Earth to find her."
Scott's eyes narrowed. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about, boy—"
Logan stepped in the way. "Hey, both of you, be civil." He turned towards Dante. "Believe me, we looked for her. Everyone in that place did… we just couldn't find her. There's a lot more in motion than you think," he turned towards Scott. "Calm down, Scott. Just be happy we found her, okay? She's here… She'll be okay."
Scott looked away and kneeled back down to Jean and held her hand tightly. He'd never let go of her. Never.
—x—
A couple hours had passed, and they had finally gotten the opportunity to transfer Jean to the school. Scott had stayed in the ambulance all the way there, and not once had he looked away from her. He hoped that maybe she'd open her eyes and stare right up into his, smile and remember everything… but he knew that probably wouldn't happen.
Once they had gotten her to the school, the Professor rolled in with her and smiled to Logan, Scott and Dante. "Go ahead and get something to eat, or drink. Get some rest if you have to. I need complete concentration, without any distractions. I will contact you once I am done."
Logan nodded and turned to see the frowns on both Scott's and Dante's faces. "Come on," he said. "Let's get some lunch…" They both reluctantly followed.
The Professor gave a smile to the three of them and rolled back into the Infirmary. He looked at her, laying there, perfectly at peace. Or at least that's what it looked like. She was just as beautiful as he remembered; just as fragile, just as lovely. He rolled up to her and grabbed her hand gently. "Jean," he whispered. "I'm going to try to bring you back to us." He continued. "It won't hurt. I promise."
He closed his eyes. This was going to take some work.