goneawayworld | "Time was that mighta killed me... but that time's done an'gone"

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remy lebeau,
rogue

"Time was that mighta killed me... but that time's done an'gone"

Who: Rogue & Remy and any one else in the infirmary
What: Rogue comes to after 2 days of personal hell
Where: Infirmary
When: Following the Attacks on patrols.
Warnings/Notes: Mention of blood and injury, mention of mental health, possibly damn couple cuteness beyond standing.

Rogue spent the next day out cold, she was too still and too pale for most of it. Her mind was filtering through all the recent input and it felt like poprocks in her brain. She had poor Robbie up there, seeing and feeling his guilt and self-recrimination, his fear not for himself but that he would hurt other people. Again. She knew those thoughts all too well, she’d lived them the better part of her life. She also knew how easy it was to fall into that hole and shut yourself off from the world and everyone else.

Even more unpleasantly she had that woman in her head, snippets of her at least. She felt foul and ruinous in her mind, the sort of presence that makes babies cry and flowers wilt. Each time a part of that borrow mind swam up in her thoughts Rogue would cringe and shrink back. Even unconscious she understood the danger of a being so ruthless and dark. It didn’t help that the breathing tube down her throat which was keeping her alive and able to get air just reminded her of that woman’s acts of violence.

After twenty four hours her body had begun to break down the toxins and she began to function on her own again, when it was safe to do so the breathing tube was remove and she seemed to settle more calmly after that. Still receiving oxygen but now in a less invasive nasal cannula helped her get enough good air. Her wounds had been severe and the blood loss was substantial, but she seemed to be recovering well. No small thanks to taking a bit of the woman’s healing with her when she grabbed on.

Still it was deep into the night of the second day before she woke, and she woke with a scream. Rogue bolted up with her hands crossed in front of herself, and that was a bad idea for so many reasons. The pain lanced through her, stitches and freshly mending flesh threatening to tear from the sudden movement. Her muscles ached like she’d been bench pressing Panzer tanks. Her throat felt rough as gravel and on fire.

Some part of her mind that had been trained over years of battles with the X-men told her the smart thing to do now was lay back down, get her breathing under control and figure out what was going on. As much as she wanted to get out of bed she knew that was the worst thing she could do. So she went from upright and screaming to back down and staring at the ceiling with wide green eyes in just a few seconds. She needed to know Robbie was ok, she needed to get caught up, but she wasn’t in a position to do much good about either at the moment.

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It's been two days since Remy left the infirmary for more than a bite to eat and a shower. And even THAT he'd only done on promise from the nurse -- Special K? He'd been distracted when she'd introduced herself -- that he'd be contacted the moment she woke up if he was away.

That she didn't was worrying, but not overly so. As long as she kept breathing, at least.

For other couples, the romantic thing would have been to fall asleep bent over, head on the bed, holding Rogue's hand. Not that he hadn't been holding her hand, doing his best to calm her nightmares when they came. But resting? Resting was to be done at a distance, where he had a better chance of reacting if she came up badly.

Still, for everything that they'd been through both here and back home, he hadn't expected her to come up screaming. Didn't stop him from coming straight to his feet, blinking sleep from his eyes as his fingers twitched. No cards appeared, though, as he moved forward, careful until she fell back, moving into her line of vision. "Mornin', sleepyhead."

A light tease, maybe, but she would be able to see the relief in his face.

She would have been pissed off if he'd slept so close to her and put himself in danger. And she knew he was plenty romantic but preferred for him to be smart first and foremost. So after the initial shock of her nightmare wore off she settled back and he was the first thing she saw. Rogue smiled up at him, though the bright light behind him made a bit of a halo she was pretty sure he wasn't an angel come to take her away.

"Yer a sight for sore...everything." She croaked with a voice as dry and rough as one might expect following her injuries. But she was alive, she could recover and-

"Robbie! Didja get him out? Is he ok?" She started to sit up again and winced, her hand clutching over her abdomen as she eased back down. Her gloves were gone and she had one of those things on her finger that measured the oxygen in her blood. There were IV lines running in two places and she gathered from the volume of equipment around her that she was a mess.

"Bad, huh?"

No angel. Almost definitely from the other place. At least, if you listened to the good folk of certain parts of the Quarter.

He made a shushing sound, shaking his head as he reached out to take her hand. In the absence of her gloves, he'd found his own to wear. "Robbie's fine, Rogue. Was a bit touch an' go, maybe, but he was actually de least worst off of you all."

Finding out that Saturday had been skewered like a kebab? Well, between that and Rogue's injuries, he'd been a bit beside himself the past few days. "An' oui, though I'd go so far as to say dat 'bad' is an un'erstatement." He smoothed his thumb over the back of her knuckles. "Had me worried dere, mon coeur. Though de joke 'bout takin' your breath 'way is only funny lookin' back now."

She was glad to hear Robbie was ok, it eased her, at least until she heard others had been attacked.

"She got others? How bad? Who was it?" She grimaced and frowned in alternate expressions as she tried to fight the urge to get up and do something stupid.
He looked worried and tired, probably has spent his time at her side and that meant she'd been down a while. Given what she remembered that wasn't really a surprise. She'd taken a beating. "Sorry ta worry ya, but for what it's worth Ah'm glad it was me an not you."

That didn't mean she was exactly happy with the situation, then again he'd know her well enough to see this coming more than likely. "Ah should done more, musta been something else Ah coulda done ta stop her."

"Stop tryin' to get up. You ain't mended 'nough for dat." It's a sharp admonishment, gentled by the worry in his face. "E'rybody's alive, dat's all you need to worry 'bout. But she got Data an' Saturday, too."

Remy half sat on the edge of the bed, making certain there's plenty of fabric between him and her. For her sake more than his own. He lifted her hand, pressing a kiss to his own fingers, over where they cover her skin. "You did what you could an' more dan anybody 'cept y'self would've as'ed of you. She tried real hard to kill you."

Except she hadn't. And Remy privately wondered if maybe that had never been the purpose.

"Ah," No use fighting him when he set his mind, he was stubborn as a mule. Or worse yet, he was as stubborn as she was. But she didn't like the news about Saturday, she wasn't sure who Data was though.

She almost flinched when he got close, but Remy knew the drill better than anyone. She eased down and accepted what he said with a small nod, though she didn't seem happy about it.

"She wasn't even really tryin' all that hard. S'what scares me. Remy what Ah felt when Ah touched her." She looked as though she might have gone a touch paler. "Old, dark, vicious. If she wanted me dead she coulda done it Ah'm sure. But Ah don't think that what she wanted." She thought she'd picked up on something else and it made her chilled right to her bones.

It's one reason why they do so well together. They're each as stubborn as the other. It's the only way they could have stayed together after everything.

Remy made a soft 'tch' sound at the flinch, looking at least a bit amused as she eased back. Though that amusement faded when she mentioned that she'd touched the woman.

"Can't imagine dat was...fun." Probably worse than touching Belladonna had been for Rogue. At least his Belle only murdered for pay. It wasn't personal, usually. "Soun's like she didn'. Like a cat with mice, neh? We're not her target, but dat don' mean she ain't willin' to play. Jus' got bored."

"She's still up here." Gingerly tapping a finger to her head. "Feels..oily, tainted. Not like anyone Ah ever touched before." And by her tone that scared her.

What felt worse was she thought maybe she was intended to be something other than a victim. "Ah think she uses people, pushes them ta hurt others and she gets off on it. Ah, think maybe she wanted ta use me ta do it too." Her voice dropped to a raspy whisper. "Remy, if somethin' happens an Ah start actin outta sorts you gotta promise you'll stop me. Ah don' want her making me hurt anyone."

"Won't come to dat." His voice was confident as he squeezed her hand. "You ain't one to give in to others dat easily."

Not that it was easy, he knew. But if making her mad made it easier for her to keep control, better at him than anybody else. "'Sides, if you need a palate cleanser, as it were, can al'ays take a few thoughts offa me. Got a few new dirty ones you ain't seen yet."

"She ain't like others." She didn't mean to disregard his supportive comment, it was just that she was scare of what someone like that could do in her head.

"Remy!" That got her attention if she was feeling better, she would have swatted him. Only he could make her angry and flattered at the same time. "How 'bout we save that for when Ah'm outta this bed an we can discuss them thoughts in private." And of course, after the danger from this woman was passed.

He couldn't help but laugh a bit. Not the full-hearted laugh that he would normally get when she got so exasperated with him, but at least it got her mind off of the rest of it for a moment.

The laugh peters off before he shook his head, squeezing her hand again. "Je sais. I know. An' I'm mad dat she tried to use you like dat. I ever get de chance, I'm gonna shove a flight where de sun don't shine. See how she feels 'bout dat." He wouldn't get that close and he knows it. But it's the thought that counts. "Dat said. If you start actin' outta character, I'll soun' de alarm an' make sure dat you don' get a chance to hurt anybody."

Because he wouldn't be able to do it all himself. He'd try, but...Rogue was his weakness. Remy was hers. Apocalypse had proved that all too well.

"Don' go putin' yerself in harm's way like that." Even if the idea of it was not only sweet but romantic. They both knew she was the more durable of the two of them. She'd rather have herself in a bad way than him.

"Thank ya, Remy. Ah don' wanna be that cause of any more sufferin'." She gripped his hand, thankful and frankly feeling an awful lot of love for his foresight.

"An thanks for lookin' after me." She knows she'd do the same for him without question. Hell and back, literally.

"Ain't goin' lookin' for her." Better that she didn't worry about that. Then his mouth kicked up in a half smile. "No more dan I'm already doin' by bein' on patrols."

He reached over, rubbing his hand over her arm. Gloves still in place to protect them both. "Always, chère. Dere is never gonna be a time when I don' look after you." Because he knew damned well that she'd do the same for him.

"Best not, Ah find out an bed rest or not Ah'm gonna kick that cute behind a yours." But she did smile, he was doing his best to make her feel better.

She took hold of his hand again, looking at him. "Ah know, an Ah still thank mah lucky stars for ya. Ah love you Remy LeBeau." She gave his hand a squeeze.

"Can't be havin' dat. You need your rest." His expression softened, letting the worry and tiredness show through again. Something he wouldn't have done at the school lately. "I love you, too, Rogue. Don' know what I'd do wit'out you."

"Then we are just gonna make sure neither one'a us has to find that out, ya hear?" She gave his hand another squeeze and ran her thumb across the back of it.

"They say how long Ah had ta stay here?" She changed the subject to her being on the mend, which seemed better for both of them.

Remy shook his head. "Gonna be a few days, but dey ain't said how long. 'Fraid you're gonna be doin' dis de slow way, jus' like de rest of us." A little teasing in his tone, but the look in his eyes was still concerned.

The news was not welcome, Rogue rolled her eyes and made a soft snort of protest. "Ah oughta be helping somehow. Ah hate feeling helpless like this." Mostly because she wasn't used to it, being invulnerable came with some privileges that made her forget what life was like before it.

"Now you know how de rest of us feel." He leaned down, hand over her mouth to press a kiss there. Common enough between them. "You got information dat might help. Dat's important, Rogue."

"Ah know, don't mean Ah have ta like it." But the kiss, she'll take that even with the precautions. "How long's it been since ya had any sleep?"

Remy made a dismissive sound at the back of his throat. "Depen's what you mean by 'sleep'," he hedged. "I been sleepin' in here, mos'ly."

"Sounds like ya could use some." Rogue made a face and tried to move, when that was more pain than she was willing to deal with she exerted a force of will to hove an inch off the bedding and plop herself down a ways over. "Room here, if ya wanna lay down, an plenty a blanket ta keep from touchin'."

He made that dismissive sound at the back of his throat again, then sighed when she went and did it anyway. "I'm fine," he said, even if it was at least partly a lie. "You, on de ot'er han', need all de rest you can get wit'out pullin' your stitches."

She rolled her eyes, which took far more energy than it should have. Fight it as she might want to, her energy was fading. Whatever it was they had given her to dull her pain also dulled everything else and she was just plain tired.

"Ah'm fine." She lied right back to him, only her's ended in a hastily covered yawn. She hadn't thought to ask if they found her gloves, she'd be wanting those back when she got up and around again. "So ya seen me wake up, ain't much use in ya seein me go back to sleep. Go get some food an some rest Remy. Doesn't look like Ah'm goin' anywhere anytime soon."

He'd have been bothered, but she'd been rolling her eyes at him for years. Mostly he expected it these days.

Which was why Remy gave her a half smile, leaning down to kiss the side of her head, over the hair. "Alright, fine. I'll go get some rest." They both knew it was rest more than sleep, really. He didn't sleep well at the best of times, after all.

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