Re: X-Men Medlab; Jean & Bucky
[Please, please, please let his brain not be scrambled. It was an accident. She hadn't meant to go screeching out of control into his mind. Jean had been using so much force to get through to Wanda, she hadn't stopped to even reconsider toning it back a touch when she went to check on James. It was panic, and she could have torn his mind apart like tissue paper. What if she had?] Yes. The mansion. The base of the X-Men, and a safe place for those that need one. You came here to help with Wanda. Do you remember?
[The guilt of being responsible for him laid up like this was twisting and wrenching her insides. Perhaps she hadn't met this man before, but he had volunteered without question. He was brave and selfless. The world needed more people like that.
What was going on inside his brain was a completely different story, and one Jean was nearly content to leave alone.
A stool rolled idly across the floor on its seemingly own accord to cozy up to Jean, letting her sit down next to his bed.] The reports say you're not seriously injured, but you stopped breathing for a small amount of time. [It was long enough to incite that sinking terror of impending death, the gentle vibrations of life having gone dim until he had gotten down into the lab.] Can I get you anything? Some water perhaps?