When he saw the machines, he wasn't sure how they would work in his mind. In fact, Scott wasn't sure why he kept placing blocks up randomly. Seemed most of his memories had some form of protection. In honesty, he didn't remember doing all he saw. Maybe Charles had helped him a little more than it seemed. It made sense, when his first student would know everything. Charles had to protect his past, of course.
But that was all speculation. As Emma told him they were fine, and to open his eyes he was confused at first. But soon he was opening his eyes and seeing Emma through a red tint of his glasses. They were back in the Med Bay, where everything was normal and safe...except for the tons of rubble above them in the wrecked school.
He did feel odd. Like he just got off a roller coaster with many spins and loops. He sat back on the medical table, running a free hand through his hair. He took a few breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth to stabilize himself, before looking up to her.