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Jean sat up sharply in bed. Sweat beading down along her forehead and body. Something was terribly wrong, feeling her mind in a whirl wind of emotions. She could hear a scream of terror rip apart her dream world as everything came back to reality.

The feeling and sensation of blood was thick in the back of her throat, as she removed herself from the bed. Then the sensation of urgency settled into her mind. Without even quetioning it, she was out the door, flying down the hallway towards medical.

A flashing light blinked just outside the windows looking into the medical bay. As she slung the doors open with her mind, the blinding light settled and she saw a beaten, and battered Scott Summers laying upon the table close to being near death!

Jean didn't have time to panic, as she telepathically woke furball's butt outta bed, dragging his happy a.ss to medical, "BEAST! GEt your butt into gear, I need some assistance in hEre!"

Jean already had gloves on since she was going to be dealing with internal tissues from within his shoulder. She did not want to cause an infection. Not likely that she would, but she wanted to be on the safer and precautionary side. For safety reasons.

Already hooked up two large bore IV's, letting them run fully, into Scott's arm. To help replinsh what volume of blood he had already lost due to the trauma he was going through. Jean also knew what he was allergic too, and what he wasn't. She wasn't about to let him slip under fully, since he was already in shock. Not just mentally but physically as well. The large amount of blood loss was not great.

She gave a telepathic order to Beast to give Scott some blood, to help with the blood loss. The IV solution could only do so much. Keeping an eye on the cardiac monitor, as she went into Scott's arm, repairing the damage from the inside out. She already knew telepathically that the damage done to his shoulder, the bradial artery had been severed and couldn't be performed without surgery. That's why he was bleeding out much.

Jean's mind eye shot down to the core of the problem, as her power from within increased. She nor Beast had time to wait for a surgeon to appear from one of the hospitals and to explain what was going on. So she performed psychic surgery along his arm. Reforming the broken tissues along the artery, making it as though it was never severed in the first place. Rebuilding every layer of muscle tissue torn within his arm as well. She wasn't just doing this on her own, the Phoenix force from within was assisting her as well.

She knew if she focused her power enough she could basically place him in the state that he had never been touched. But Jean knew, with her limited amount of surgical knowledge she would not be able to perform such a task. Just repairing the tissues and mending the artery and muscle tissues was already placing a huge amount of pressure and strain on Jean.

She was even starting to feel the effects that Scott was going through. The sudden rush of blood flowing away from her extremities and moving towards the core and her head. She weaved a brief moment, feeling her body fade, as she struggled to keep awake for the procedure. The Phoenix tried to increase the power, in giving her more time to stay awake during the procedure.

The lack of sleep in the last several days, and hard hours in the med bay in helping Silverfox definately took Jean's energy from her. The room gave a spin, as she Jean took ahold of the metal frame of the bed, feeling herself turn pale not from the blood, just from not having the energy she needed. She had tasked herself to the extreme limit.

Holding onto the bed frame as long as she possibly could as she continued to repair everything from the inside of his shoulder. From the inside to the outside. It was though he had never been injured there. As well as any other injury he may have received in the past. Like a sports injury had been healed as well.

Jean could feel her energy leave her as she finished up the psyhic surgery on Scott's arm. Feeling her own color dimenishing as her standing stature started to slump.

Letting a deep breath escape her lips she felt as though she was floating. A heaviness to her body like lead started to take place. Though she struggled and fought it off as long as she could. "Hank... I've do... done all I've can... I can't....can you fini....sh up?"

Jean said as she stuttered. The whole room started to spin on her, and darken. Releasing her grip away from the bed, she made a few steps backwards to the edge of the triage bed. Feeling as if someone just ripped the floor out from under her feet. As the setting went from normal to meeting face to face with the tiled floor beneath her.

" ! " Jean, never made contact with the tiled floor. Beast had already moved quickly across the room, seeing her weave and wobble. Catching her as her body posture faultered. Unsure as to what did that. He could only come to the assumption, the surgery did that.

It would make perfect sense. Lifting her up with ease, he carried her over towards the bed, next to where Scott was laying. Carefully laying Jean down, so she could regather her strength, and recooperate while he finished working on Scott for the time being, "you just rest easy, Jean. Ol' Hank, will finish up and monitor Scott in the mean time. You did well, Jean. Rest for now." Beast's big fingers brushed through her red hair, patting her head gently.

Placing a blanket over her body, so she wouldn't get chilled in the room. Turning out the light over her bed, allowing her some time to rest. Beast would check up on Jean when he wasn't watching over Scott. Two patients he thought. What are the odds of that? One traumatic and the other from sheer exhaustion taking it's toll. Sheesh, what's next. Oops! Beast immediately knocked on the wooden table near by, he did NOT want to jinx the situation.

~Storm finally arrived after the chaos was over. She saw Jean looking over scott.~

Storm: Logan did this?

~She says reconizing the claw marks.~

Storm: What happened?

~She doesn't seem frantic but looks at Bishop unsure of who this was.~

An astral projection of Jean, lifts up and away from Jean's body. Moving towards those who entered into the medical department.

~Welcome back Storm.~

Jean's astral projection stated. It looked exactly like Jean and spoke like Jean. Jean was still taxed out from maxing out her powers to save Scott and Psylina that very night. So she was resting, her body. Even though mentally she was well aware of everything taking place.

Everyone within the room could see and hear this astral projection of Jean.



Jean's astral projection turned towards Piotr as he ran into the room. ~Logan did this.~ She nodded her head, ~Wolverine is currently in beserker form and has gone completely FERAL. No one... I repeat... NO ONE is to approach Wolverine at this time, until something is sorted out. As you can see the result of someone trying to speak eye to eye with Logan. Scott got injured, almost killed.~ There was a grim expression written across the astral projection of Jean.

~Until there is a further investigation of what is happening. I highly advise to every X-Men member here to avoid Wolverine at all costs.~ Jean's astral form turned to the side noticing that the shield barrier along the bed of where Silverfox was laying, was now vacant. And the body of Silverfox gone missing. How on earth did that happen? She wondered.

Jean then turned to Bishop who was huffing and puffing about wanting to go seek out Logan. ~This goes DOUBLE for you mister! If you feel froggy enough to go tromping on out of here and get yourself killed by trying to stop Wolverine! That will be on your head! Not ours.~

Jean wasn't a leader. She was the doctor for crying out loud. As well as the psychic counselor at the mansion. ~Beast and myself can only patch you guys up so much and for so long until we can do no more. Please... PLEASE! I'm begging you all. Do NOT confront Logan! He's not in his right state of mind. He doesn't even KNOW who you are when you approach him! I do not want to be putting another tomb stone in the back yard because of someone trying to be a hero!~

She was being stern, professional and concerned for the well being of her teammates. She was already upset due to the fact that Scott was almost killed. And she had taxed herself to the extreme to save his life. Beast aided her in what he could do as well. Jean's astral projection, walked to the side of Scott's bed, as she tried to touch him, and her hand went through his face. Frowning intensely, you could see tears starting to pour down her face. Even though it was an astral projection, it was still Jean. And her emotions were going wild. Personally she would try and do something about Wolverine. Even if it meant getting killed in the process. Going against what she just told everyone in the room... NOT to do.

But being that no one in the room was a telepath. They didn't know what she was thinking about. That was the only thing that saved her thoughts currently.

"You all make the most smallest situations difficult for no reason......"
*Daken said as he leaned against the door leading into the room.*
"I mean honestly....you guys have no clue on what to do, do you?

"I have taken on you numerous time, and have beaten you old man. Were as these 'brave fellows' are nothing more than a rag tag team of mutants. Last I recall I have taken on a few of these people. No one in this room intimidates me."