Jean Paul was fighting, both the Darkseekers and the pain that was wracking his body. What the hell was in that bite? Through glazed eyes he saw Cyclops and heard the order. Barely catching the gun thrown at him, he kept firing with both as he continued to stumble/fall back. His arms shook tremendously as he fought giving into the pain. His vision blurred as if he was moving at superspeed but he was fairly sure he wasn't. He wasn't positive though, things were getting confusing.
"Mon Dieu...un fantôme" he whispered to himself as Beast, the dead Beast, showed up just in time to help save the day. Jean Paul wasn't even sure if what he was seeing was really what he was seeing. Guns clattered from his shaking hands when he couldn't hold them anymore just as Piotr made it to him and Jean Paul pretty much collapsed against the large metal Russian. He wasn't out yet, and tried his best to keep moving towards the door, but the pain just kept getting worse and worse. Jean Paul was able to wipe his face and realized it was wet with tears. Probably from the pain and maybe a bit from the desperation. He had no idea when that had started.