Scott burned inside but did his best not to show it. This wasn't the time for his X-Men to try killing each other. Especially not after he'd been walking around with an superiority complex about the X-Men being better than the Brotherhood.
He turned the instant he had heard Jamie's voice. "Get the hell out of here," he was no mood for politeness. "These girls are hurt, we don't need a crowd."
Shard dropped to the floor, then ripped his t-shirt off exposing the white, tucked-in undershirt beneath. He draped his shirt over Zap and began helping her up off the floor. Will picked up the electrokine gently. "Come on you. I'm taking her downstairs."
Scott nodded his approval to Will. He took a few steps into the room and ripped the a sheet off the first bed. He approached Hellcat and laid the sheet across her. He bent down next to the obliviously ashamed girl. "Hey," he began. She wasn't doing her best to make eye contact. "Hey, whatever happened in here, it's over. I'll get you downstairs and then you can talk it out after they get you patched up." With someone. He didn't know if it'd be Zap. He almost didn't care. They were way over the line. But seeing their current state, it was hard not to be gentle with either of them. Cyclops slid his arms under her frame and lifted her from the floor. He turned to Ronan, who was now in the doorway. "See if you can figure out what happened," he spoke quietly. "I don't want this happening again."
It wasn't his fault, and it wasn't Ronan's fault. But Ronan knew Zap well enough to ask what the hell had gone on between the ladies. He moved through the doorway and past Jamie, heading for the stairs and elevator.