The Cards We Are Dealt
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Lorraine coughed horribly in her blackout/sleep, tossing and turning. She'd been coughing a lot lately, he noted, but tonight was probably the worst. He turned to face her. She slept like she was fighting ninjas off in her sleep, he mused, as her feet kicked out as fast as the speed of sound on reflex. He had at least, over the course of two months, been able to get her to tell him her mutation. Running at the speed of sound. Her entire body was wired to be roughly five times faster than a normal person. Her heart beat faster. Her breathing was faster. Her cellular respiration was faster. Her appetite was huge, but he understood it was because she needed huge amounts of fuel to keep her alive.
He watche her get thinner everyday. He had worried about it even when he first met her. But now, as she started to mean something other than a pretty face in prison to him, he worried more. She tossed again, facing him but still blacked out. He didn't freak out at first, too concentrated on how cute she looked in her sleep, even when she was moving like a fast-forwarded Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It wasn't until he saw the blood the spattered the floor when she coughed that he freaked.
"Lorraine! Merde!" he swore, reaching over to her cage. He shook her shoulder, slapped her cheek lightly. "Lorraine! Wake up! Lorraine!" She wasn't responding. He let free a long and detailed string of French curses. He zapped her lightly with kinetic energy. When that didn't do anything, he couldn't do anything other than gradually increase the zaps until she woke up.
It took seven tries until she finally woke up coughing, bleeding from the mouth, and gapsing for air.
"What? Remy? What is it?" she asked desperately, looking around. He looked at her.
"You're bleeding," he said, looking at the floor. Lorriane looked down and saw that her hand was resting in a pool of blood.
"Merde," she swore in French, a habit she picked up from him. If he wasn't worried sick and trying to think of how he could help her, he would have found her cursing amusing.
"Why are you bleeding, chere?" Remy asked as calmly as he possibly could, which wasn't very calm at all.
"Shit," she said again, this time in English. Remy looked at her intently.
"Lorraine, tell me."
Her eyes became glued to his, and he saw tears come to life in her eyes before she broke down sobbing.
She told him everything.