"You'll pay for this, bitch." His chin and the front of his uniform are soaked in blood.
She fights back—Don't stop. Can't let them beat us—with the last of her strength.
She can't do much with her hands tethered like they are, but the men aren't trying to hurt her, not really. The doctor has just finished with her, they know they can't rough her up too badly.
The last punch lands on her shoulder.
Rogue waits until they leave before giving into her exhaustion. When she lets her head hang she sees the black and blue discolorations on her thighs and arms. Her right cheek is numb; she wonders how swollen it must be.
Sleep.
She does.
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