Kitty let Jean phase straight through her body as she ran toward her loved one. As tears rolled down her face, Kitty realized how much she loved Scott, too. Not the way Jean did, and god, could he be a bastard sometimes, but Scott had been like an older brother for Kitty for more than half her life. She learned so much from him about leadership and identity. She couldn’t let him go down now.
Turning away from Jean, she caught the weapon that Hank had tossed in her direction. There was just one Sentinel left, and it was walking straight towards the school. With the combined powers of the EMP gun and her electron disruption abilities, she could take this one down on her own, but she knew the robot would fall forward.
Kitty ran at a record speed away from the building, and turned toward the robot, pointing her gun straight at it.
"Hey, loser!" She yelled, and waited for it to turn around. It did.
“Mutant detected. Pryde, Katherine. Prepare for -“
"Oh, shut up." She shot the gun’s wave straight up, on full capacity. As the machine’s eye’s flickered, it began to lose balance, and fell forward. Kitty dropped Beast’s device and pounced into the air, colliding with the android’s chest and going straight through to the other side.
She came down somewhere near its legs, landing gracefully like a cat. She looked up at the others
"We need to get Scott to the infirmary, NOW!" She called, her heart racing.
He looked pale, much too pale, and Jean knew that she was in a hopeless position as she heard Hank’s voice echo from his position behind her, but she refused to look at him, giving a nod instead. Damn him and his sense of duty, his resignation for rightousness would always prevail, even when Scott’s life was hanging in the balance. One hand stroked her lover’s cheek while the other balled into a fist by her side.
"You help him, Hank, do you hear me? Help him. I don’t care what you have to do."
Kitty was facing down the sentinel as Jean pushed herself back up onto her feet. She couldn’t look back over her shoulder, not when so many people were counting on her. She raised her right hand and focused on Kitty, she could phase, but she wasn’t invulnerable. A shield appeared around the headmistress, and Jean tweaked her psionic wavelength to give Hank’s magnetic pulse rifle a little extra oomf power. She kept her gaze on the hulking mass of metal that was gaining on them, detecting their mutant genes and making one hell of a mess.
"Everybody get down and stay down," she called.
Jean was set to cause a blast of energy that she hoped would cause a chain reaction, that any subsequent monsters were dealt with as the cards began to fall. Kitty lined her shot, timed it with precision, and then Jean cushioned the blow of the fall and her mind shattered a thousand electronic plates into dust. She gave all that she had, with more force, the robots began to discintigrate. All the while, Scott was not far from her thoughts.
"Go," she swallowed thickly. "I’m right behind you."
He had to be OK. He just had to be.
"I will do everything in my power, Jean. Believe me, I will stop at nothing," Hank said, his voice laden with determination. Beast scooped up the slim, muscular form of his old friend in his arms. Scott Summers was limp and felt cool to the touch. Kitty as right: he needed to get to the infirmary post haste. He traveled as quickly as he safely could, taking care to not jostle his patient. Once the blue-furred doctor had made his way to the med lab, he set the other man on a hovering operating table to examine him. Hank had taken to liberty of incorporating Shi’ar technology into his laboratory when the Jean Grey School was first built.
Cyclops had a pulse, rapidly pounding out a beat. “Come now, fearless leader, do not resign yourself to defeat now. You are the most stubborn and obstinate person I am acquainted with,” urged the Beast. His exterior injuries were relatively minor, although there were some bleeding lacerations that needed to be attended to. What Dr. McCoy was chiefly concerned with was the possibility of internal injuries to Scott’s brain or other vital organs.
Hank set to work hastily bandaging up the various gashes on his friend’s body, putting a halt to the hemorrhaging. Gently, the physician placed Scott into the medical imaging scanner and fired up the machine. Holographic images displayed themselves on the view screens and identified several broken bones as well as low brain activity. His cerebral cortex was not operating at normal capacity. Fortunately, most the major organs appeared to have been spared. It seemed the ribcage had done its job well. The mutant doctor leaned over his patient to check his eyes, but stopped himself short. Due to Cyclops’s optic blasts, Henry had no way to check how responsive his eyes were. A prank that Bobby had attempted to pull on Scott back in the day taught the original X-Men that their leader’s powers functioned perfectly fine even when he was unconscious. The resulting hole in the roof caused Scott to have to stay in Warren’s room for the next few weeks while the Professor had it all repaired. Even without further investigation, signs pointed to Summers being comatose.
The din from the battle high above was dying down as Hank McCoy moved his patient to a bed and hooked him up to life support systems. He changed his old friend out of his ruined uniform and into a hospital gown and the custom ruby-quartz glasses he and Jean has fashioned for Scott. Bleeding had ceased and bones set, but whether or not Scott would come out of this coma was up to Cyclops himself.