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Rogue woke up the next morning with a migraine. Now, this wasn't just your everyday average migraine, or the kind you get when you've had too much to drink. This was a MIGRAINE!!!!
Damn, she thought. She swung her legs out of bed and watched the world spin around for a few seconds. When that stopped, she got dressed quietly, leaving Logan sleep, and wandered down to the Infirmary.
"Good morning, Rogue," Beast said, "What brings you here this morning?"
"I have a migraine," Rogue said, "I think my head is going to explode. It's making me dizzy and nauseous."
"Well," Beast said, "With all the tension around here, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone, especially you and Nikki, got more headaches. What would you prefer, Aspirin, Tylenol, or Advil?"
"Um, is there anything stronger?" Rogue asked. Her vision was going blurry.
Beast looked at her and said, "That bad?"
"Yeah."
Beast walked over to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle. He handed her 2 pills, "Here, take these."
"What are they?" Rogue asked.
"Tylenol Codeine," Beats said, "The strongest I'm allowed to give you."
Rogue swallowed them, "Thanks. Can I take the bottle with me, or should I come back when I need another 2?"
Beast smiled, "No, my dear lady. 2 a day is all you can have. These are VERY strong. I suspect you should get to bed and try to sleep them off."
Rogue gave him a look, "I wanted something that would stop the pain, not knock me out!"
"Sorry, my dear," Beast said, "But this will do both."
"Thanks," Rogue said. She headed back to her room and bumped right into Logan.
"What's up, Darlin'?" he asked.
"I'm headed back to bed," Rogue said, "I had a migraine and Beast gave me something. He said it might put me to sleep, though, so I'm going to bed."
Wolverine's face had an odd look on it, "Why do you have migraines?"
"Beast thinks it's a tension headache," Rogue said, "He's probably right. You could cut the tension here with a knife."
Logan leaned over a kissed her forehead, "Go back to bed. I take you aren't going to eat breakfast?"
"Right," Rogue said. She wandered into her own bedroom and curled up. She fell right to sleep.
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Wolverine raced to the Infirmary, "Hank, what's wrong with Rogue?"
Beast looked at him, surprised, "Did she not tell you? She had a migraine so I gave her something and prescribed some bed rest. What's wrong?"
"She smells funny," Logan said.
"Well, that's hardly a nice thing to say," Beast said, "I for one think she smells quite nice."
"No," Wolverine said, "I don't mean she smells bad, I mean she smells different. There's something wrong with her scent. Migraines don't change a person's scent, no matter how bad they are. I think she may be sick."
"I wouldn't be surprised," Beast said, "With all of the emotional problems around here, I think the whole Mansion is fixing for a case of the flu or strep throat."
"What do you mean?" Logan asked.
"Well," Beast said, "When people get emotionally distraught or upset, their bodies react to it. No one around here is taking very good care of themselves. Everyone's too busy worrying. When you don't take proper care of yourself, your immune system wears down and you're 43% more likely to get sick. I think Rogue and Nikki are our 2 prime candidates for that."
"It wasn't a familiar smell," Logan said "If she was getting the flu or strep throat, I would know it. That smell I know. I can't place this smell at all. I'm worried."
"My friend," Beast said, "What are you suggesting? That Rogue has a new kind of disease?"
"No," Logan said, "Just one I've never smelled before. I've been around here when the students were sick and I recognize the smells of the more common problems. Rogue doesn't smell like any of them."
Beast sighed, "And what can we do about it? You say you don't recognize the problem, therefore, how would we know how to treat it?"
"Can't you run tests on her or something?" Logan asked.
"Not until we can recognize a more serious problem," Beast said, "I need to know what tests to run." He paused, "Logan, you love Rogue, correct?"
"Yes," Logan said, "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Let's also take into effect that you, considering you have slept with her, know her scent very well," Beast continued.
Logan blushed, but said, "Yes."
"And you would notice even the slightest change in her smell?" Beast asked.
"YES!" Logan yelled.
"Well, if you'd notice such a miniscule change, did you ever stop to think that maybe that's what it is?" Beast asked, "A slight change in her hormones due to stress and worry? It would make her smell different and of course you wouldn't recognize it because it's intermixed with her own personal smell. No one else could smell like that."
Logan said nothing. Beast went on, "Until Rogue complains of anything more serious than a migraine, there's nothing we can do until we know what to test for."
"You know how everyone in the world might be wiped out?" Logan asked.
"Who doesn't around here?" Beast asked.
"What if it's a plague?" Logan asked.
"If Rogue has a plague," Beast said seriously, "There wouldn't be anything we could do about it, except pray that whatever it is doesn't spread beyond this Mansion."
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Rogue was woken up at 12:43 by someone knocking on her door. She grumbled and opened her eyes, "Come in!"
Jean opened the door, "Rogue, it's lunch time. You need to eat now. You didn't have breakfast."
"I can't," Rogue said "I feel terrible. I can barely move. Food is bad right now."
"You need to eat to build up your defenses against germs," Jean said, "You don't need to get seriously sick."
Rogue rolled over and said, "Go away!"
"Nope," Jean said, "My son used to pull this on me all the time when he didn't want to go to school. And this is how I handled it," Jean scooped Rogue up telepathically and stood her upright, "Now you can either stand up or fall over on the floor. Which will it be?"
Rogue forced her knees to lock up and support her. The room spun a few times, then settled down, "Where's your son staying while you're here?"
"With his best friend," Jean said, "They know about his telepathic abilities, so he'll be fine."
"What's his name?" Rogue asked, "You don't really talk about him much."
"Nathaniel," Jean said, "He's a good kid."
"How old is he?"
"17," Jean said.
"Makes you feel old, huh?" Rogue said.
"Yeah," Jean replied, "Scott especially. We all got old when we left the X-Men. We'd better get down to lunch before Logan comes up here after you."
"I can't stand the way he mother hen's me," Rogue murmured, "He's a pain in my ass."
"All men are pains in the ass," Jean said, "The ones who love you are even worse."
"I guess he must love me," Rogue sighed, "What will we do with that Wolverine?"
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*Gasp!* Is it possible that Rogue might have a plague that could cause the end of the world? Not telling! You'll find out soon enough! I'll just make you suffer a little bit! Keep reading!