He didn't have to search for her. They returned him to their cell in much the same condition he'd found Rogue. Unresponsive. It felt like the girl's heart had been plunged in ice water. 'What did they do, oh no... Oh no. He's dead...' She thought, bristling the way only Logan could teach her how. They dropped him without a care as they did her, and disappeared. When they disappeared she scrambled to his side.
She took advantage of that collar now, touching his face with the hand she'd lost the glove for. He was clammy. Cool to the touch. Mobbed with sweat. 'Who knows what they did to him.' She lamented, going glassy eyed when she remembered the things they did to her. Stuck inside her. Cut from her. She slips out of his jacket, her joints cracking. It was her turn to take care of him.
She draped it over him as he shivered. They'd returned him shirtless, bandages covering his midsection. She could imagine what they did to him or had him do. Upon further inspection, she saw his hands were bandaged as well. 'Seems like they made him fight.' She thought somberly, dragging her bare fingers over his face. "Hang in there, damn it." She drawled. "Don't leave me here." She pulled him close when he shook again.
She frowned when he made a sickening noise, like there was something keeping him from breathing properly. In an instant, all of Scott and Logan's first aid training came to the forefront of her mind. She flipped him to his side immediately, bracing his head as he began to vomit. She rubbed his back soothingly, comfort coming easily to her as he wretched.
She had been endlessly nauseated since she found herself in the lab, throwing up what she could manage to eat for some time. She was no longer squeamish or disgusted by bodily fluids. Blood. Urine. Vomit. She'd been through it all there. They didn't phase her anymore. When the vomiting wouldn't cease, she began to worry. "Ah god, Remy. What'd they do to you." She kept his surprisingly long hair from his eyes and his moist forehead.
"It's okay, it's almost over. Ah'm, Ah'm right here..." She told him, one of her hands absent-mindedly locked in his slack on. What was it about humans that made cling to each other in times of adversity? Regardless of how much that went against the grain of their nature. She didn't know, nor did she care. Not while they were still stuck there.
The throwing up and shaking slowly ceased, the man laying in her lap. Even incapacitated, he looked so strong. Broad. Handsome, even with his hair a mess and needing a shower because he was sweat soaked. And a shave... She dragged a hand across his face, marveling at his features. What were the odds they end up in the same facility? Let alone, the same cell. This had to be happening for a reason.
'We didn't come here to both die.' She thought, feeling herself fill with a new resolve. She wouldn't die, and neither would he. Not on her watch. She kept him warm with his trench coat and what little body heat she had to offer. She wondered about Logan, Kurt, and Kitty. Everyone. And what they were up to, if they missed her as much as she missed them. She'd never tease them again, she'd even stop complaining about Jean.
If she could just make it out.
When the nurses and researches dumped water on Remy just to laugh at his reaction, to make him sicker, she promised it would be her who destroyed this godforsaken place.
He woke up to her singing. Humming sweetly while she rubbed the man's head with slender fingers. 'W-Wha...' He looked up, his eyes caught on the the silvery strands of her hair. If he felt better, he would've reached out and touched them, played with them like a cat. He would have to settle for a smile. He was alive, and he was certain he had the X-Men member to thank for that. He tried to sit up but his ab muscles didn't cooperate.
"Ah wouldn't try, ya haven't eaten much." He gave her a lopsided grin, marveling at her face without makeup. "Ah couldn't feed ya, but Ah remembered to get ya some water." When his arm worked, he reached up and grazed the tips of her face with his fingers. She clapped her hand over his, an unreadable expression in her eyes. He'd never seen her so glad to see him, not even when she woke up.
"Chére..." He croaked, memorizing the moments of his skin on hers.
"Welcome back, sugah." She had never sounded more from Caldecott in her life. He chuckled and it turned into a cough. He watched as her hand flew to his chest and began to rub in a comforting motion. "You've had a cough, lately." She mumbled as though she were embarrassed. They were way past embarrassment, now. They were getting to know each other inside in out.
"Ya takin' care of me..." He murmured softly.
"Kinda didn't have a choice." He stared up at her for a long moment. 'Remy didn't t'ink ya make it through the night few days ago...' He remembered somberly. He was glad to see she was well enough give him attitude. It didn't suit her not to be sassy.
"Forgive moi," He placed a hand on his chest and shut his eyes. To his surprise, she laughed. They were trapped together, in some sort of mutant internment camp, and she was laughing. Weirder still, he joined in. They were both going nutty, that was certain. He began to realize that as long as they had each other, they would be alright. They had to be. They were still kicking.
But then the doctors came for Rogue. Rogue began to wonder if Remy had been acting sick, waiting for the right moment to ambush their captors. That was false. Even he did not know how he moved, he panicked when they tugged her harshly out the cell. What if something happened to her? What if she died on their operating table? What if the X-Men rescued her (he decided he could live with that, even if he was left behind)? What if they changed her cell?
They were too many thoughts, the only way he'd make it through this was with her. "ROG-" The biggest of the doctors slammed him into the wall and punched him in the ribs. The air hissed painfully out of his lungs.
"REMY," She screamed, fighting with all her tiny might.
"Ah'll find ya, Rogue!" He screamed after. "No matter what!"
But she found him.