Her pounding head brought her from the deepest most restful sleep she's had in weeks. Rogue slowly pushed her hesitant eyelids open. The sight that met her had her barely controlling her giggles. A gentle smile spread across her face as she looked over to find both Logan and Kurt slumped over in their sleep. Logans' legs plopped up on the edge of the bed as he slouched in to his seat, and Kurt curled up into a ball, his tail itching his cheek.
"Honestly, ya'd think Ah was dyin'."
Kurt shot up at the sound of her voice gibbering concernedly alternatively in German and English. Logan subtly stretched his neck as an excuse to check Rogue over, making sure she was all in one piece.
"Ah'm fine Kurt." She looked over critically at the blue one, before shifting her gaze to the Wolverine. "Logan." Sweeping her legs over the side of the bed, she stood, then abruptly wavered on her feet. Kurt grabbed her around her safely-covered waist and replied, "Fine, huh?" Rogue leaned weakly against his shoulder for a bit "Yea, fahne." Her cheeks blossomed crimson.
Logan awkwardly straightened from the crouch he fell into when she began to fall. Looking at the siblings before him, they really had become closer. Logan wasn't sure what to think of the whole "siblings" thing at first, but after seeing this new protective side of Kurt, he approved. Kurt would be a good brother for Rogue, and he seemed to know how to handle her sass just fine. Logans' mind eased before he began lecturing Rogue about relaxing in the middle of battle as the overprotective boys escorted her to her room to get dressed.
Leaving her in the smothering custody of a relieved Kitty, Logan decided to go get the Rogue some books from the library. She wouldn't be doing much else but reading for some days. He'd never admit he got them of course. He'll just leave them on her bed. She'll assume Storm or the Professor got them for her, he rationalized.
After porting away to hurriedly get dressed himself. Kurt bamfed back in record time to demand Rogue ride with Kitty and him to school. He wasn't letting her out of his sight until she was healed up. Rogue figured as much and kept her complaints about Kitty's driving skills to a minimum.
Rogue began to be truly irritated by the over-concern of those around her at breakfast. When she walked in, the noisy, energy-filled kitchen quieted. Everyone was looking at her . Scott looked like he was about to throw up from guilt. He and Jean pulled her aside to privately apologize for not paying more attention. She grunted that it was her fault to and not to take the blame for things they couldn't help before she slid back into the kitchen.
The stares turned away as soon as she glared at them and slowly conversation started to bubble forth once again. Relieved to no longer be the center of attention again, she reached for a bagel gratefully. She couldn't drink coffee with her meds so she settled happily for some good ol' sweet tea. When the rambunctious teens around her began to play Frisbee with the pancakes, she sighed in relief for the return to normalcy. Silence in a household this large was really disturbing. As a pancake flew by her head, she excused herself and dragged Kitty and Kurt off toward the garage.
"C'mon! Were gonna be late!" Dodging muffins and pancakes alike, the trio escaped down the hall, skidded around a brewing brawl between Tabitha and Amara. Kurt exclaimed "Vhat vas that about?!?" Kitty giggled and responded "Tabitha's hairspray is flammable, you connect the dots." Rogue groaned as she looked at her watch, "We're really gonna be late if you two don't hurry up!" as they speed-marched out into half-empty garage.
Kitty jingled her keys and smiled. "I've been wanting to drive for a loooong time." She winked and the siblings groaned, suddenly very scared of this peppy teenage girl. Sliding in reluctantly, but quickly, they threw their bags around and Rogue,with a half-terrorfied glance at Kitty, buckled up. Kitty aligned the mirror, and Kurt caught that glint in her eye. "oh no. No, no, no, no! Kitty! You promised!" Kitty just smirked before she pressed her foot on the gas. The car shot out of the garage with a feral roar (or a strangled scream from its riders, depending on who you ask).
Kitty had almost a split-personality when it came to driving. All the wild in her comes out in one go when she steps behind the wheel. It was an infamous fact around the institute, thus Rogue normally drove the trip to school. Rogue held tightly onto the door handle from the backseat. She could hear Kurt in front of her mumbling prayers. Just another day at the institute.
To take her mind off the speed at which their vehicle was travelling, Rogue scoffed "How much ya wanna bet Amara and Tabitha are best friends by the time they get to school?" Kurt's prayers halted before he looked back at her "I don't know. Amara has a lot of pride, and Tabitha's got a lot of temper." Rogue thought about it for a minute before she said "Five bucks they're over it by lunch."
Kurt whooped "You're on!" while bouncing in his seat. They both turned to look back at the street, just in time to see the 18-wheeler stop unexpectantly in front of them. As fast as they were going, they had less than a second before impact.
Kurt Bamfed instinctly, just as the first crunch sounded. The crash kept going faster than anyone could do anything about. Kitty ended up phasing somewhere in the area of the engine. Once the tragic half-second was over, Kitty pulled herself through the wreakage. She saw Kurt standing off to the side, scanning around. She walked over to him, "You alright?" Kurt glanced at her, gave her a quick once over, and seemed satisfied when he found no visible gaping wounds. "yea, yea. Im fine." He ran his hand through his hair. "Where's Rogue?"
Kitty's eyes widened, "You didn't get her when you ported?!" Kurt spun to her and shouted "There wasn't time! I thought you got her!" Suddenly, they turned both their horrorfied expression to the tangle of metal that once was a car. "She es still in there!" Kitty ran and phased, spying through the metal. She gasped.
Sure enough, Rogue was in there, and she was bleeding. A lot. Stifling her panic as best she could, she scanned her best friend for any broken bones. Seeing her skeleton seemed to be intact, she swiftly grabbed Rogues arm and pulled her out through the metal. Rogue flopped to the ground, half-supported by a panicking Kitty.
Kitty tried to support the limp Rogue as she turned to the ashen Kurt, "Take her to Mr. McCoy now! I'll stay for the police. Hurry! She lost a lot of blood in there!" Kurt grabbed Rogue and swung her up into his arms. Her pale skin was bone white against the red liquid that splattered most of her body. He ported directing into the medical wing and started shouting as loud as he could" Mr. McCoy! Help! It's Rogue! I need help NOW!"
A stunned Beast emerged from his office, sandwich in hand. "What seems to be the prob-" The sandwich fell as he rushed forward upon processing the scene in front of him. He started dictating orders to Kurt. Rogue had many cuts covering her body, some near many major arteries. He sent the boy to inform the professor immediately as he slipped on gloves. He set out to stitch the worst of them as fast as possible. He just hoped he was fast enough.
