Nyx
She laid in the bed hooked up to IVs and a breathing tube. After she took his memories she had passed out and her body started to fight her. It was like there was a war going on inside her head.
Charles had tried to help her but every time he projected his mind out to her he'd end up with a bloody nose. Watching her lay in that bed day after day started to wear on Logan. Day after day he debated touching her again to maybe help heal her mind, but he wasn't sure it would work. Her recent reaction to his touch wasn't what he'd expected to happen. He hated her being hooked up to those machines. What irritated him the most was the noises those machines madeā¦
It'd been a month; either he or Scott slept in the chair aside her bed, waiting. It was his turn; he woke up to a noise, he opened his eyes to see the woman flailing her arms in panic mode. Then she tried to pull out the IVS and his mind catching up told him to grab her hands, "Marie stop, it's okay you're okay. HANK!"
She couldn't breathe! Rogue began to chew on the tube cutting off her air as she flailed. She stopped struggling as Hank ran in telling her to relax as he pulled the tube out of her throat. She coughed and coughed for a few minutes. "Shit can I get some water," she spoke with a raspy voice because of the tube. Hank handed her a cup, "How do you feel? Any pain? Do you remember who you or who we are?"
She held up a hand and rasped, "One question at a time, Blue." She drank from the cup. "Okay first question, I feel like death. Second, no just my throat. Third, yes I know who you are and you too Logan."
"Try not to talk too much now. Your throat needs time to heal," Hank interjected.
Logan relaxed, sagging back into the chair, "So do you know what happened to you?" She rubbed her neck, "Yeah, Stryker tortured me for about a month. Then gave me this serum and then blank I didn't remember anything but I killed people for him."
Hank nodded, "Rest. I'll share this with Charles." She smiled as Beast left the room. She turned her head to look at the man who had helped her gain control, he didn't know that. She looked at him, he had a full beard, his hair a little longer and his eyes were stormy.
"Logan, are you okay," she whispered. He stood and before he walked out the door, "Yeah Rogue, I'm good." She felt her heart breaking and she felt anger well up inside of her. He was being cold and she knew she deserved it but all she wanted was for him to hold her.
She left the infirmary before Hank gave the all clear. As she made her way through the mansion in a sweat suit from her X-Men locker, all she wanted to do was leave if Logan didn't want her, what was the point of being here? She started up the stairs to her room when she heard voices behind her; it was Kitty, Jubes, and Bobby.
"Rogue? Roguey? Rogue?" They called out to her.
She ignored them as she fought to move her feet up the staircase. She moved down the hall fighting her body and the tears in her eyes. She felt alone, caged, and scared, it was like she was five again except this time she understood what was happening this time. She was losing her home, her life, and the only thing that mattered. She made it to her room and closed the door before falling to her knees gasping for breath. She touched the circles of the rosary tattoo on her arm and started trying to calm herself down before her power got out of control.
The voices in her head were loud and the loudest was Magneto, "You have a home with me my dear, come home to us." She pushed herself to her feet cutting off the voices. She stripped and went into the shower. When she finished getting cleaned up, she looked at herself in the medicine cabinet mirror and saw that her hair was whiter, the white took up half her head now. She headed for the closet, looking for her way out. She dressed in leather pants, a black tank top and combat boots.
