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Bits and Pieces Chapter Eight (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
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Jean sat on
the edge of the exam table, glaring at Scott.
�I told you I didn�t need to come back here,� she muttered under her
breath.
�Jean,� he
replied calmly, �you made the new kids cry.
Twice. Without even trying.� He folded his arms across his chest and fixed
her with a level gaze. �You need to get
a handle on this. I understand you�re
under a lot of stress and I�m doing my best to take some of it off your
shoulders but��

�But nothing! I�m not under
that much stress! It�s just�� she trailed off as Beast returned from his
office, her file in one hand and a metal tray holding a hypodermic needle in
the other. �No more,� she snapped. �It hasn�t worked so far except to make me
sick!�
Beast
smiled in such a way that made Jean wonder if that was a class in medical
school �How to irritate patients with facial expressions with a seminar in
random noises that seem to be both agreement and concern.� He opened her chart to the last page and
turned it so she could see the test results.
�You know what this means.�
�What does
it mean?� Scott asked, leaning to see the page.
�I don�t understand all those abbreviations��
Jean
frowned. �Still?� she asked Beast, her
mood shifting from anger to an almost clinical concern. �It looks like it�s gone up.�
Beast
nodded. �Your body temperature is still
elevated but not within a dangerous range.
You�re too old, really, to worry about febrile seizure[1]
should you have another prolonged bout of a high fever I�ll be concerned about
neurological issues. Speaking of which��
Beast paused and took a deep breath before saying, in a rush, �I�d like to
arrange a scan at Mount Sinai if at all possible.�
�A scan?�
Scott burst out, startled by the idea of Jean having to undergo testing at an
actual hospital. He had been lulled by
the safety of the Institute for so long, so sure of Beast�s ability, that the
idea of hospitalization was almost a foreign concept to him.
�Hush,
Scott,� Jean murmured, not even looking at him.
She took the chart from Beast and flipped back a few pages, frowning
over what she saw. �What kind of scan
were you thinking of ordering?� she asked, going back to the last page and the
test results there.
Beast
relaxed visibly at Jean�s reaction. �I�d
like to order a standard CT scan and, if there�s anything on there that turns
up out of the ordinary or that I�d like clarification on, a brain scan.�[2]
Scott laid
his hand across the chart, making Jean glare at him as he broke into the
conversation. �What�s going on,
Beast? This is my wife here� I want to
know what�s wrong and she�s not telling me.
All I know is she�s been sick. Her head�s been killing her, she�s had a
fever, her moods are changed and it�s like she�s a different woman half the
time� Is this a virus? What�s going on?� His voice had taken on an almost pleading
tone but he did not care. He could feel
Jean�s annoyance radiating off of her and he doubted it had anything to do with
her powers at that point. �I love you,�
he said to her urgently, turning to face her and nearly drawing away at her
glare, �but you�re not telling me anything.
I�m not trying to control you or whatever it is you�re about to accuse
me of. I just want to know��
Beast took
the chart back from Jean and laid his hand on Scott�s arm. �Let her get dressed and we can all talk in
my office about what these tests entail and whether or not she wants to have
them done. Okay, Jean?�
She nodded,
pressing her lips together firmly to avoid saying something she knew she would
regret later. She waited until they had
both retreated to Beast�s office and she could hear them making polite
conversation about the new library lay out before standing and slipping out of
the thin exam gown and reaching for her skirt.
_I am a grown woman. I don�t need
men making decisions for me, even if one of those men is my husband. I have too much to do to take days off of
school and work for tests in the city. I�m
going to tell him no, I don�t want it done.
_ She pulled her sweater over her head and nearly reeled in pain as it
felt like her skin was being scraped with sandpaper everywhere her clothing touched.
She managed a sharp gasp before the burning sensation spread from her lungs to
her muscles, making it hard to breathe.
She went to her knees, then toppled onto her side, almost blessing the tile
floor for being so cold. Taking shallow
breaths, Jean tried to pull herself to her feet using the leg of the exam
table, pulling the paper covering and silver tray holding the as yet unused
hypodermic down onto the floor with a clatter.
She closed her eyes, the headache pain blinding, and let herself fall
back onto the floor. Beast and Scott ran
from the office, the short distance covered in a few steps. She could see Beast�s large, bare feet just
inches from her face and felt rather than saw Scott at the top of her
head.
�Jean, can
you hear me?� Beast said in a firm, calm voice, kneeling beside her. He rolled her onto her back and she hissed in
pain, her body arching on reflex.
�Yes,� she
replied, tears leaking from her eyes as the heat built within her. �Make it stop��
�What�s
happening?� Scott demanded, feeling utterly useless. Beast was pulling Jean�s sweater off, tearing
it down the front without regard to her modesty.
�Do you
know where you are Jean?�
�Lab,� came
the weak reply.
�Beast! What�s
going on?�
�Get out,
Scott. You�re in the way! Jean, what day is it?�
�S�Ssss�Saturday,� she gasped, shuddering. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her
fists clenched at her side as her body bowed.
�Scott! Get
back here! Grab the defib machine from the wall!�[3] Beast was on his feet and over the exam table
before Scott could move. He flipped open
a silver panel on the wall and hit the yellow button it had covered, setting a
shrill alarm sounding through the entire mansion in short bursts every three
seconds. �Move it, Scott�!� Beast
shouted, leaping back to Jean�s side. �She�s
going into arrest!�

[1] http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/febrile_seizures/detail_febrile_seizures.htm

[2] http://www.cndpa.com/brain_radiology.asp

[3] They
have all sorts of portable defib devices now. Kind of fun to use if you ever take a CPR
cert class and they show you how to use them.
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