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Bits and Pieces Chapter Thirty Six
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� *squeak* We�re
almost done with year one! InterNutter,
TC, Maxwell Pink, Dracena, and Greywolf are loverly and wondermous for
archiving/hosting. J ProPhile: Soooooo�
yeah�. Morgan: *hugs * Sorry it
sucks. Readers/Reviewers: Three more to
go, counting this one. Ish.

Jean opened
her eyes and sighed. _Same
ceiling. Still
in the hospital. _ She closed her eyes again and exhaled slowly. At least her throat hurt less and her arms
were no longer fluid-swollen and cold.
Scott was fussing over her, adjusting her empty IV pole, lining up the
tray holding the cup of frozen juice and the cup of gelatin, so that it was at
a right angle to the edge of the small desk. _Why the Hell do I need a desk in here? I�m not writing a novel� When I become chief
of staff at Mount Sinai, I�m getting rid of any desks
that might be in patient rooms. _ She could hear her
friends in the waiting area, above all Paige trying to wheedle extra time out
of the nurse, even though she had yet to come into the room. She could feel Jono�s
presence and had a jolt of nervous dark humor.
_I must be dead� Jono came out of
the basement to see me. _
�Okay, Jean�
you ready?�
She
smiled. Scott sounded out of breath and
she knew he was nervous. Not about
seeing visitors, but about her state.
Jean thought of all the time when, as a little girl, she had fantasized
about being some languishing princess in a tower, her
knight rescuing her and coddling her.
_Fucking stupid kid, _ she thought bitterly as she nodded to Scott. �I�m ready.�
He paused,
reaching hesitantly for her hand and leaning close as if he were about to kiss
her. Instead, he whispered in her ear,
so softly not even the keenest hearing in the waiting area could pick up his
words. �Jean, you don�t have to see
anyone if you don�t want to. Just say so
and I�ll tell them all to go home and wait.�
He brushed his lips against her temple and squeezed her hand gently. �You�ve been really sick, Jean� don�t feel
like you have to��
�It�s okay,�
she said quietly. She felt terrible, to
put it mildly. Every inch of her ached
and she felt used, torn and flayed, but she smiled slightly. �I�m sorry, Scott.� She squeezed his hand in return, the metal of
his ring biting into her IV-bruised hand. �I�m sorry for�for everything.� She could not meet his eyes, suddenly wide
and uncertain, so instead she gazed steadily at the blanket across her legs.
He blinked
in confusion, a frown skittering across his features before he settled back into
neutral blandness. Jean had seemed �off�
for a while before she had fallen prey to whatever had
sent her to the hospital and he could not help the skittishness that shot
through him at her words. �Jean, you don�t
have to apologize for anything. You didn�t
do anything wrong when you got sick��
�I didn�t
get sick, Scott,� she cut him off with as much sternness as she could
muster. Her eyes met his and she felt
his confusion threaten to break through her thin shields. �Something got to me� something not�� She
frowned and closed her eyes for a moment as she gathered her thoughts. �Scott, I can�t explain it but I know I wasn�t
myself� It�s like I was hearing and seeing myself do things and say things but
I just� I don�t know why I did them.�
She shook her head slightly, the sound of laughter filtering in from the
waiting area. Her friends were oblivious
to what had happened to her. Everyone thought she had some sort of heart scare
or virus scare but no one knew. Not even
the Professor, she thought. No one could
understand that she had not been sick� something had made her this way,
something alive and angry. �Scott, there�s
a reason they couldn�t find anything wrong with me� Whatever made me this way
is gone. I felt it leave me!� She shook her head slightly, tears starting
to sting the back of her eyelids, surprising her.
Scott
squeezed her hand a little too tightly, smoothing his other palm down her hair,
tucking the titian strands behind her ears.
�Jean, you�ve been through a lot.
I can�t even imagine what it felt like to be in a coma, even if it was
only for a few days. I can�t imagine
what it feels like to be on the edge of death like that��
�No,� she
sighed, knowing when not to press the issue, �I don�t suppose so��
Scott
kissed her forehead and smiled tightly.
He knew that was not the end of things and that, at that moment, she
probably was thinking he was the most stupid person on the planet, but he could
not let her get worked up, he decided. She
needed more help than he could give. �Jono�s hovering around the door. Want to see him first?�
Jean
nodded, sighing again as Scott released her hand. She did not bother trying to scoot up higher
on the bed and instead just stared at the ceiling for a long moment, counting
her breaths. _I swear to whichever God
is in charge today, I�m going to scream� _
_*I know
you�re not sick. *_
Jean�s gaze
snapped over to Jono, standing at the side of her bed like a living shadow. _*Except you�re not
alive, are you? *_ she mused, not bothering to shield her thoughts from
him. _*How do you stand it, Jono? The in between state?
*_
_*Don�t get morbid on me, *_ he chided, leaning closer. He was well-swathed, not one bit of light
leaking from his bandages. He hated
being out in the open, hated the memories the hospital resurrected but he had
to see Jean. _*The
burning in you� It�s gone now, isn�t it? *_
Jean
schooled her expression carefully. �What?�
she asked aloud, the word barely a whisper.
_*It�s gone
from you� *_ He
leaned closer, piercing her with his eyes.
_*You don�t have to say a word, Jean. I know. *_
She
swallowed hard, her eyes wide and unblinking.
_*Jono, how� *_
_*We all have our secrets, Jean. What�s yours? *_
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