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A/N: Will Bobby wake up? Let's find out! Please review!
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Chapter Four: In which everyone experiences violent mood swings.
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"The good thing is, the ice doesn't seem to be spreading any longer. It's isolated to just part of his chest," Hank said once the professor arrived and Remy had left.
"There's a chance that this may be the real cause for Bobby's coma." Xavier said, "It's a second mutation. The coma might simply be Bobby's body's way to deal with whatever changes his secondary mutation may bring to him physically or mentally. "
Hank nodded, looking thoughtful, "That's a reasonable explanation. But if so, what is his second mutation?"
Xavier looked troubled by this, "We won't fully know until Bobby awakens, I think, but based on what I saw, it looked like the pink behind the ice were some of his internal organs."
"He's really turning into ice, then." Hank said grimly.
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Day 17 –Patient is showing signs of a possible second mutation…
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A student raised his hand.
Jono looked at him. What was his name…? /Yes?/ he said awkwardly.
"Are you going to ever teach us anything?"
The students around him groaned and told him to be quiet.
Jono blinked, /I don't know anything about Accountancy. I'm just here ter fill in the position. Otherwise y' kids would be running 'round loose./ He turned on the projector, /Now watch the movie and don't ask any more questions./
"Hey, Jono," One of his students said as the opening credits rolled, "Are you ever going to tell us why the desk is burnt?"
Jono crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, /Don't count on it./ he said moodily.
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"Henri's runnin' a bunch o' tests on y'r blood and skin samples," Remy hoarsely informed his comatose companion, "He's been comin' in an' out o' his lab all day."
He peered down at Bobby, "T'ink he'll find anyt'in'?"
Bobby's hand twitched.
Remy sucked in his breath and held it as he stared at Bobby's hand.
The index finger twitched. Then the pinky finger.
"Bobby?" Remy whispered.
He was still once more.
Remy sighed and leaned back just as Hank came bustling into the room for more samples.
"His fingers moved a little, Henri," He said, "When Gambit asked him a question."
"Really?" Hank said, looking excited, "That's fantastic! It means he is becoming aware of his surroundings! He might wake up soon!"
Remy nodded and cracked a forced, half-smile.
The truth was he was very afraid that when Bobby awoke, he would no longer have anyone again.
Even comatose, his companionship was very valuable to Remy.
On his way out the mansion that evening, Remy heard the sound of the television in the Recreation Room.
It was nearly one o'clock AM and Remy could think of only one person who would be up watching shows at this late –or rather, early –hour.
Remy was suddenly very angry.
Damn Chamber! Damn Jono!
It was his fault Remy's arms were sore! His god damn fault!
Not as if they care. Not as if they care. Not as if they care.
That phrase, once leaving Jono's … well, mind…had gone into Remy's head and had been echoing there, over and over.
If Remy had to hear those words one more time, he swore he'd go mad.
He stormed into the Recreation Room, ready to give Chamber an earful (even if it might be a little hoarse due to Remy's still sore throat) and found the younger man curled up against one end of the couch, head bowed, eyes closed; asleep.
Remy stared at Jono and then sat down on the couch next to the sleeping man.
He looked absolutely peaceful –how different it was from his usual expression –and Remy could only watch, mesmerized.
Remy leaned against the couch and carefully shifted his position, trying not to move around too much as he tucked his legs underneath him.
"…Long time ago, Jubilee told Gambit dat y' t'inky'runmonstre." Remy said softly. He looked over Jono's motionless features, "Y're sort o' beautiful, I t'ink," Remy smiled, rather amused by what he found himself saying. He reached out and brushed his fingertips against the bandages on Jono's face, "Bel homme. Beautiful man."
"What are yah doin?"
Remy jumped to his feet, snatching his hand back.
Rogue stood in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest, and a scowl firmly placed on her face.
"R-Rogue…" He stammered, "It's late; what are y' doin' here so late?"
"Ah asked first. What were yah doin' tah him?" Rogue snarled, taking a step forward.
"Gam-Gambit was, eh…" he looked around the dim room.
"Yah were touchin' him," Rogue said, looking disgusted, "And he's fuckin' asleep!"
"Non! It's not like dat!" Remy said frantically.
"Y-yah bastard!" Rogue gasped.
"Non," Remy whispered, "non!"
"Yah –yah'redisgustin'," Rogue spat, striding forward.
She slapped him across the face with a gloveless hand and Gambit gasped as her bare skin touched his for a moment.
Rogue stalked out of the room and Remy staggered back and fell down on the couch, feeling dizzy.
/…Wot the bloody hell is goin' on?/ Jono opened his eyes and looked around, sitting up.
Remy scrambled back.
/Oh. It's you./ He said, rubbing his eyes.
"Sorry 'bout dat," Remy snapped immediately, "Gambit jus' leave y' t'y'self den."
Jono sat on the couch, bewildered, as Remy swept out of the room.
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"I'm sorry," Hank said, "No one can visit Bobby right now."
Jean Paul crossed his arms, "Again?"
"I know you're getting impatient, my friend," Hank said, "But I'm afraid regulations must be put first."
"Regulations?" Jean Paul scoffed.
Hank smiled apologetically but didn't move from his position in front of the doors of the Med Lab.
Jean Paul sighed and leaned around Hank to peer into the glass.
He couldn't see Bobby because Xavier and Jean were leaning over him.
"When can I visit?" Jean Paul asked.
"I'm not sure." Hank said.
Jean Paul grimaced but turned and left.
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Remy stared at his arms.
They were crisscrossed over and over with lines. Some were just scabbing over and other were beginning to lose the purple and black scab and turn into bumpy white scars.
God, his arms were so sore.
Remy clenched his teeth together and started picking off the scabs.
Pain was pain.
He really didn't need anything else. Especially memories.
Really, what had he been thinking? Rogue was probably going to tell everyone what she had seen and everyone would think he was some sort of molester without ever hearing his explanation.
Dey don' care f' y' explanations, a tiny voice said in his head, Dat's why y' got left in Antarctica.
Remy shivered at the thought of the barren ice lands. He picked at the scabs.
Who the hell cared if he got an infection?
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Day 19 –Conditions remain the same.
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Bobby's eyes snapped open and he looked around frantically.
He reached up to his face and ripped off the oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. He stumbled off the hospital bed, subsequently ripping various tubes and needles out and accidentally knocking a stack of books off a nearby table.
Bobby gasped at the air and staggered three steps before falling to his knees in a dizzy.
He was bent over on the floor, panting when a furry, blue monster in a lab coat ran over to him.
Bobby blinked and stared, and blinked again. Was he hallucinating?
"Bobby!" Said the monster.
It talks, Bobby thought. He vaguely wondered why the blue guy's voice seemed so familiar.
He let the furry lab coat guy put him back in the bed and say something to him.
Bobby grinned.
What a strange hallucination.
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"He's awake," Hank said excitedly as Xavier, Jean, and Scott rushed down into the room, "Bobby woke up!"
They all sighed in relief and smiled.
"I'll go tell everyone," Jean volunteered, "Face to face,"
Scott went with her and Xavier pushed himself over to Bobby's bed, "When did he awaken?"
"I was in my lab and I heard a crash a few minutes ago. That was just Bobby knocking over some books." Hank said, "He fell asleep once more after I moved him back to the bed. But he's not in a coma."
Xavier nodded and pressed his fingers together, peering over them at Bobby.
"Is there something wrong, Charles?" Hank said.
"Do you recall how Bobby's telepathic shields were impenetrable when he was in his coma?"
Hank nodded.
"They are quite a bit weaker, though still very strong. But I sense the same blankness as before."
Hank looked thoughtful, "Now that you mention it, Bobby didn't seem to recognize me when I was talking to him earlier. He didn't say anything, so I can't be sure… But it is possible he has amnesia."
Xavier and Hank were quiet for a while as they thought of this.
"When he is stronger, Jean and I could always assist Bobby in recovering his memories –that is, if he does have amnesia." Xavier said finally.
"We can only wait until Bobby awakens once more to find out the extent of the damage." Hank said gravely.
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The news that Bobby was no longer comatose spread quickly. When the news reached Remy (he overheard Annie informing Jean Paul excitedly), he scowled and wet back home the boathouse.
Good f' Bobby, He thought as he entered the boathouse, Now his friends can talk t' him 'gain.
Remy snorted. Those people Bobby considered his 'friends' had barely even visited him for the past three weeks.
Shit, he and Jean Paul were probably –definitely the most frequent visitors and Bobby never even really talked to them when he was conscious. It was ridiculous.
Remy sighed and sat down on the couch.
What was he trying to do, anyway?
He'd spent the last few weeks pretending Bobby was a friend of his and visiting him in the Med Lab, he'd tried to become acquainted with Chamber, but that had blown up in his face… Remy was lonely and trying to find company, but in the end, no one was there.
Slowly, Remy rose to his feet and went into the kitchen.
He picked up a knife off the counter and went back into the other room, where he sat down and looked at the blade.
Shiny, silver… he could see his own reflection in it.
What a beautiful piece of work.
His heart began beating faster with excitement.
Remy held the knife out at arm's length and then turned it so the point of the blade faced him.
With one swift moment, Remy brought his arm in and metal pierced flesh.
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A/N: I'm an evil genius. Anyway, please review and tell me what you thought! This chapter was really really short and I'm so sorry! Don't hate me! Also, don't hate me 'cuz I'm bad at angst.
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