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An ordinary day.
Chapter 1: Instincts.
Remy sat down again on the chair he had spent the last couple of hours in; he had gone outside to see if he could find something decent to drink, but there was nothing but juices and flavoured water. He hurried back to the room then, because he didn't want to leave Rogue alone for too long. She was lying there, on the stretcher, and she had fallen asleep. He rested an elbow on a knee, his head on a hand, and did nothing but staring at her. The doctors had said she had suffered a trauma, and that she should better spend the night in the hospital, just to check on her; if everything was ok in the morning, they would go back home.
"But Remy don' like t' see ya like dis…" he murmured, like she could hear him behind the veil of doze that surrounded her. Anyway, he thought it could have been worst. Both of them (for Rogue's annoyance) were sent to this city on a mission, but things got complicated when not only the Brotherhood, but also the police showed up; after half an hour of kicking, running, punching and poker cards blowing up all over the place, Rogue was suddenly sent to the floor, her head hitting against the sidewalk, right in front of Remy's horrified eyes. Fortunately, an ambulance arrived to the place and now, there they were, in a cold and white hospital room, with the night already falling outside, on the city.
He couldn't help to smile, seeing her like that, finally calmed. "Ah don' wanna stay in no damn hospital! Ah'm fine!" she had protested, but he had insisted firmly, telling her that if she didn't stay, he would tie her to the bed. "Dare you, Swamp rat!" she had scolded, and they ended up arguing so bad, that the nurse didn't know whether to laugh or to call security. Finally, she fell asleep, maybe because of the medication they gave her, or because she was very tired, but the thing is that with it, she allowed him to do one thing he always loved: to watch her sleep.
"Funny dat dis same jolie face, sleepin' so quiet, de same one dat spends all day long frownin' at me", he told himself, while passing a hand through his brown hair, just to put it into place. "Wonder if dey'd catch up Remy if he lights up a cigarette, just for a sec", and he started to look in the countless pockets of his coat for his always faithful package; but right when he found it and was pulling it out, he heard someone was approaching to the door, so, he had to let it go, and put his hands were they could see them. The person that came inside the room was the doctor he had seen before: tall, white haired, kind of chubby. Remy had been a thief since he could remember, and that's why he could smell the unordinary a mile away, realizing when something odd happened, no matter how imperceptible it was for the rest of people. Therefore, he noticed that when the doctor came in, he fixated his gaze on Rogue and a tiny beam was reflected on his eyes; but then he realized that Remy was there, so he got serious, stopped in his track, looked confused, and then decided to go inside the room anyway; all of this happened in less than a second, making Remy's danger alarm ring. The doctor cleared his throat before speaking:
"So, how is our white striped patient doing?" Remy narrowed his eyes; this guy was trying to look a little too casual for him.
"Gettin' better" he just said. The doctor stared at him for a few seconds, before sinking his eyes in a folder he was holding.
"Yes… thankfully" he whispered. Then he came closer to Rogue, and adjusting a stethoscope on his ears, he started to check on her heart and breathe. Remy stood up, his arms crossed over his chest, never loosing the doctor's hands out of view, while they went trough Rogue's chest. He wanted to break his head in two pieces when the man put the stethoscope a little bit underneath the light hospital gown she was wearing, but the Doctor finally stopped, turning to face Remy.
"Well, I think she'll be ready to go home tomorrow; we just wanted to make sure everything would be all right" he said slowly, staring at Remy's eyes, not looking surprised by their unusual colour.
"Oui, I understand; I'm gonna stay here too, just t' make sure everythin' is alright", Remy shot back. The two men kept staring at each other eyes for another couple of seconds, until the doctor took again his jovial attitude.
"But of course! I'm leaving; I have some work to do, so, if you excuse me". Remy lowered his eyes for an instant before the man turned to leave: "Dr Ray Delancy", he read on the Doctor's chest. Then, the Cajun nodded, and the other man left the room, not before taking another fast glimpse at Rogue. When the door was finally closed and silence came back to the small room, Remy let himself fall on the chair again.
"What's wrong with dat crétin?" he thought. He knew there was something wrong, that's for sure, but he didn't know what it was. And since Remy LeBeau always followed his instincts, he decided he should find it out as soon as possible. So, he went by Rogue's side, and pulling up the grey blanket to cover her more, he said in a low voice:
"I'm gonna leave, chere, but I promise I'll be back in a couple o' minutes, 'kay?... Yeah, I know ya're gonna miss me, but ya gotta be patient". And saying this, he adjusted his coat and left the room.