"Well, being realistic, it's a miracle she made it through the night. She
must have been up there for hours."
"Is she going to be okay?" Raven Darkholme asked, her face contorted in a strange sort of concern.
The doctor cast his eyes over the white room, as though trying to avoid the question. Professor Xavier looked up to him.
"Is she going to be okay?" he asked once more.
The doctor released a heavy sigh, his lips pursing slightly, "It's touch and go right now, no one can say for sure. We'll just have to wait."
"What do you think?" the Professor asked.
"In my honest opinion," he began, "No. I don't think she's going to survive this."
The doctors excused himself then, leaving the Professor and Mystique to their own. Mystique choked back what was fighting the brims of her eyes, and she stared out the window of the tiny, isolated room the ER doctor had brought them to. At least he had the courtesy to tell her and Xavier alone.
"What shall we tell them?" she asked in a near whisper.
"You're her mother. I'll leave it up to you." He answered with a lamenting tone.
"Let's not tell them yet. There's still hope.isn't there?" She turned her blue face to look at Charles, and he nodded to her slowly.
"Yes. There is."
~~*~~
Jean sat at he table, twisting her lanky fingers in her tenderly red hair, and avoiding Scott's darkly shaped eyes. They were waiting in the cafeteria for Duncan to arrive. Scott hated the idea of him coming, but Jean said she had needed him. And, as on queue, the blond haired boy ducked through the door. Jean stood up, racing to him, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, Scott wasn't upset to see Jean hugging Duncan, but to see his friend hugging a jerk.he didn't feel that twinge.
"I'm going to go clean my face off. I look a mess." Jean excused herself hurriedly, leaving Scott and Duncan together.alone.
"The blood runs cold inside, doesn't it, Summers?" Duncan sneered at him. "To watch someone you care about slip away."
Scott looked at Duncan. What? What was he saying? It couldn't be? Why.would he do such a thing? "It was you, wasn't it?"
"Bingo." Duncan touched his finger to his nose, winking.
"How could you?! You're going to suffer for this!" Scott sniveled out, charging for him with a balled fist.
"How're you going to prove it?" Scott stopped suddenly. That's right, how was he going to prove it?
"No one's going to believe you if you say anything. Face it, Summers, I win."
Before Scott could retaliate with a comment, Jean had returned, and Duncan and he were silenced.
"Let's go back upstairs." Jean spoke softly.
The two boys glared at each other.
~~*~~
The collection of worried faces overflowed the waiting room, and, with a growing collection of reporters and photographers. This was such a deal.didn't people know she might not live? When a nurse came out to the room, it flared with questions that were eager and repulsive. Reporters were vultures.
"Is she okay?"
"How big were the nails?"
"How long had she been there?"
"Do you think this has something to do with the occult?"
The nurse stared at them all, disgusted.
"Someone get these guys out of here!" she yelled, security fulfilling her request. The entire display was sickening. Why did such a curiosity prevail among the press?
"May I see the mother, please?" The nurse asked, now calmed down. She smiled kindly upon Raven as she approached, and Raven's façade smiled back, slightly.
"She is slightly conscious." She began in a whisper. "The doctor's don't think she has much longer, and thought you'd like to say goodbye while you could."
Mystique placed her hand over her mouth, now ignoring the few tears that slipped through her eyes. The nurse excused herself, and as she disappeared down the hall, Raven sunk to the floor. How could this be?
Logan had been the first to accompany her on the floor, followed by Peirtro, and they looked at her puzzled.
"What did she say?" Logan asked gently, helping her stand again. They were all allies in this.
"She's dying," Raven whispered. "They said that I should go see her, because she's dying."
Logan closed his eyes fretfully, and nodded, and Peirtro stepped back slightly. Rogue really was going to die. It seemed impossible.
~~*~~
Scott was the first to arrive in the waiting room, Jean and Duncan hanging back, and the dark expressions didn't escape his view. What had happened? Did she.no! She couldn't have, he wouldn't believe it.
"What happened?!" Scott demanded from the quiet room. Xavier wheeled to him, looking up with mournful eyes.
"Mystique's back there right now, with Logan. She's dying, Scott. The think she could go any second. They can't save her."
Scott stepped away, and before anyone cold realize what was going on, he dodged through the swinging doors of the ICU. He had to see her.
~~*~~
"Rogue?" Mystique asked gingerly, smoothing her back.
Marie moved slightly, her gray-blue eyes fluttering open slightly. She tried to move one of her hands, but the IV and Blood Transfusion kept it at bay.
"Momma..?" she asked quietly.
"That's right," Mystique answered in a happy whisper.
"Oh, Rogue!" She cried suddenly, "I'm so sorry! I never treated you like a daughter. I never showed you that I loved you! I'm so sorry, so sorry." she drawled out in a shaky tone.
"Momma." Rogue cooed, "Let's just call it a truce.even though you're the mother of lies. Let's let things be as they were, when I knew you loved me." How silent she was, how cracked and calloused her voice sounded!
"Rogue." Mystique whispered.
"Who else is there?" the broken girl asked quietly. "Logan, is that you? I can't see you. Where are you?" she asked in a near panic.
Logan stepped forward, touching her hand gently. "I'm here, Stripes." She smiled. There were more footsteps. Frantic ones.
"Who else is there? I can't see anything now." Her eyes still remained open, she wasn't going to live much longer.
"Rogue." the voice said mournfully.
She smiled tenderly, as she heard him come around to the opposite side of the strange bed than the others.
"Scott." she said quietly, molding her lips just right to say his name.
"I'm here." He said. Another attempt, and Rogue reached her hand up, and it brushed his face ever so gently.
"You're crying." Rogue said, turning her head to his. Her eyes were going blank. He couldn't stand this, and he stepped back violently.
"Logan!" he cried. "You can save her! Just touch! You can save her, please!"
"We tried that kid, she." Logan was cut off by Rogue's tender voice.
"I said no." she finished for him.
"What?" Scott asked, flabbergasted.
"It's over, Scott." She said in a near whisper. "It's.over."
"NO!" Scott ran to her side, taking her hand gently, and tugging.
"Rogue, we need you here. I need you!" Wait.what? The thought had never hit Scott like that before. He did need her! He did! He loved her.
"Please." he begged.
With a slow consistency, the nurse entered, writing something on her chart. She couldn't help but cry. She could see this boy loved her, and, it was a true pity. The girl was going to be gone any second. The bastard who did this to her deserved to die.
Cautiously, Rogue dragged his hand to her face, and kissed the top of it gently.
"Keep Duncan away from Jean," Rogue began, "I don't want him hurting her too." That was it! That's what Scott needed. The nurse dropped her clipboard, running to the receptionist desk. The police needed to be notified, this bastard, this Duncan needed to die.
Now, the three were left, and Rogue's chest was rising sporadically, she couldn't breath.
"And..." she was wheezing, " Scott.I love." she began to cough, and it was horrible seeing the blood tinge the corners of her mouth and as if in slow motion, she calmed to nothing, the only sound in the room, the steady sound of a blank heart monitor. And, as Scott looked away from her, still clasping her hand, he noticed something written on Rogue's chart.a little scribble the nurse had put there.
"Young lovers suffer the pain of love."
~~*~~
Author's Note: Well, I hope you all liked that chapter.I'm not sure if there's going to be some kind of miracle and she's magically revived or if I should just leave it at this. I think either way I want to make a sequel. Oh well, you review and let me know.
"Is she going to be okay?" Raven Darkholme asked, her face contorted in a strange sort of concern.
The doctor cast his eyes over the white room, as though trying to avoid the question. Professor Xavier looked up to him.
"Is she going to be okay?" he asked once more.
The doctor released a heavy sigh, his lips pursing slightly, "It's touch and go right now, no one can say for sure. We'll just have to wait."
"What do you think?" the Professor asked.
"In my honest opinion," he began, "No. I don't think she's going to survive this."
The doctors excused himself then, leaving the Professor and Mystique to their own. Mystique choked back what was fighting the brims of her eyes, and she stared out the window of the tiny, isolated room the ER doctor had brought them to. At least he had the courtesy to tell her and Xavier alone.
"What shall we tell them?" she asked in a near whisper.
"You're her mother. I'll leave it up to you." He answered with a lamenting tone.
"Let's not tell them yet. There's still hope.isn't there?" She turned her blue face to look at Charles, and he nodded to her slowly.
"Yes. There is."
~~*~~
Jean sat at he table, twisting her lanky fingers in her tenderly red hair, and avoiding Scott's darkly shaped eyes. They were waiting in the cafeteria for Duncan to arrive. Scott hated the idea of him coming, but Jean said she had needed him. And, as on queue, the blond haired boy ducked through the door. Jean stood up, racing to him, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, Scott wasn't upset to see Jean hugging Duncan, but to see his friend hugging a jerk.he didn't feel that twinge.
"I'm going to go clean my face off. I look a mess." Jean excused herself hurriedly, leaving Scott and Duncan together.alone.
"The blood runs cold inside, doesn't it, Summers?" Duncan sneered at him. "To watch someone you care about slip away."
Scott looked at Duncan. What? What was he saying? It couldn't be? Why.would he do such a thing? "It was you, wasn't it?"
"Bingo." Duncan touched his finger to his nose, winking.
"How could you?! You're going to suffer for this!" Scott sniveled out, charging for him with a balled fist.
"How're you going to prove it?" Scott stopped suddenly. That's right, how was he going to prove it?
"No one's going to believe you if you say anything. Face it, Summers, I win."
Before Scott could retaliate with a comment, Jean had returned, and Duncan and he were silenced.
"Let's go back upstairs." Jean spoke softly.
The two boys glared at each other.
~~*~~
The collection of worried faces overflowed the waiting room, and, with a growing collection of reporters and photographers. This was such a deal.didn't people know she might not live? When a nurse came out to the room, it flared with questions that were eager and repulsive. Reporters were vultures.
"Is she okay?"
"How big were the nails?"
"How long had she been there?"
"Do you think this has something to do with the occult?"
The nurse stared at them all, disgusted.
"Someone get these guys out of here!" she yelled, security fulfilling her request. The entire display was sickening. Why did such a curiosity prevail among the press?
"May I see the mother, please?" The nurse asked, now calmed down. She smiled kindly upon Raven as she approached, and Raven's façade smiled back, slightly.
"She is slightly conscious." She began in a whisper. "The doctor's don't think she has much longer, and thought you'd like to say goodbye while you could."
Mystique placed her hand over her mouth, now ignoring the few tears that slipped through her eyes. The nurse excused herself, and as she disappeared down the hall, Raven sunk to the floor. How could this be?
Logan had been the first to accompany her on the floor, followed by Peirtro, and they looked at her puzzled.
"What did she say?" Logan asked gently, helping her stand again. They were all allies in this.
"She's dying," Raven whispered. "They said that I should go see her, because she's dying."
Logan closed his eyes fretfully, and nodded, and Peirtro stepped back slightly. Rogue really was going to die. It seemed impossible.
~~*~~
Scott was the first to arrive in the waiting room, Jean and Duncan hanging back, and the dark expressions didn't escape his view. What had happened? Did she.no! She couldn't have, he wouldn't believe it.
"What happened?!" Scott demanded from the quiet room. Xavier wheeled to him, looking up with mournful eyes.
"Mystique's back there right now, with Logan. She's dying, Scott. The think she could go any second. They can't save her."
Scott stepped away, and before anyone cold realize what was going on, he dodged through the swinging doors of the ICU. He had to see her.
~~*~~
"Rogue?" Mystique asked gingerly, smoothing her back.
Marie moved slightly, her gray-blue eyes fluttering open slightly. She tried to move one of her hands, but the IV and Blood Transfusion kept it at bay.
"Momma..?" she asked quietly.
"That's right," Mystique answered in a happy whisper.
"Oh, Rogue!" She cried suddenly, "I'm so sorry! I never treated you like a daughter. I never showed you that I loved you! I'm so sorry, so sorry." she drawled out in a shaky tone.
"Momma." Rogue cooed, "Let's just call it a truce.even though you're the mother of lies. Let's let things be as they were, when I knew you loved me." How silent she was, how cracked and calloused her voice sounded!
"Rogue." Mystique whispered.
"Who else is there?" the broken girl asked quietly. "Logan, is that you? I can't see you. Where are you?" she asked in a near panic.
Logan stepped forward, touching her hand gently. "I'm here, Stripes." She smiled. There were more footsteps. Frantic ones.
"Who else is there? I can't see anything now." Her eyes still remained open, she wasn't going to live much longer.
"Rogue." the voice said mournfully.
She smiled tenderly, as she heard him come around to the opposite side of the strange bed than the others.
"Scott." she said quietly, molding her lips just right to say his name.
"I'm here." He said. Another attempt, and Rogue reached her hand up, and it brushed his face ever so gently.
"You're crying." Rogue said, turning her head to his. Her eyes were going blank. He couldn't stand this, and he stepped back violently.
"Logan!" he cried. "You can save her! Just touch! You can save her, please!"
"We tried that kid, she." Logan was cut off by Rogue's tender voice.
"I said no." she finished for him.
"What?" Scott asked, flabbergasted.
"It's over, Scott." She said in a near whisper. "It's.over."
"NO!" Scott ran to her side, taking her hand gently, and tugging.
"Rogue, we need you here. I need you!" Wait.what? The thought had never hit Scott like that before. He did need her! He did! He loved her.
"Please." he begged.
With a slow consistency, the nurse entered, writing something on her chart. She couldn't help but cry. She could see this boy loved her, and, it was a true pity. The girl was going to be gone any second. The bastard who did this to her deserved to die.
Cautiously, Rogue dragged his hand to her face, and kissed the top of it gently.
"Keep Duncan away from Jean," Rogue began, "I don't want him hurting her too." That was it! That's what Scott needed. The nurse dropped her clipboard, running to the receptionist desk. The police needed to be notified, this bastard, this Duncan needed to die.
Now, the three were left, and Rogue's chest was rising sporadically, she couldn't breath.
"And..." she was wheezing, " Scott.I love." she began to cough, and it was horrible seeing the blood tinge the corners of her mouth and as if in slow motion, she calmed to nothing, the only sound in the room, the steady sound of a blank heart monitor. And, as Scott looked away from her, still clasping her hand, he noticed something written on Rogue's chart.a little scribble the nurse had put there.
"Young lovers suffer the pain of love."
~~*~~
Author's Note: Well, I hope you all liked that chapter.I'm not sure if there's going to be some kind of miracle and she's magically revived or if I should just leave it at this. I think either way I want to make a sequel. Oh well, you review and let me know.