Scott shuffled his feet across the floor as he paced the ICU(A/N: Intensive Care Unit) waiting room. He was one of five people. In the corner, Logan was leaned against the wall, eyes stony in complection and slightly troubled, Ororo was in a chair, her head flopped upon a table just above her resting arms, breathing lightly as she slept. In a seat across from the one known as Storm, Jean lay crumpled up in a chair, sleeping restlessly. Last but not least, save himself, Proffesser Charles Fracncis Xavier sat in his wheeled chair, his eyes showing his deep concentration as he stared down the wall he faced, finger tips pressed against finger tips and held just before his face.
He continued to pace, glanceing about the room through blaring red. The minutes seemed to pass like hours. 12:07 am, two minutes later than last he checked his watch. He screamed inside his head, thoughts of where the doctor was, how she was doing, if everything would be okay, if she would die...That last thought caused him to shudder. The doctor arrived soon after Scott's thoughts wondered to the possibility of Death, a,"Ahem." to make his presence know.

"Proffesser Xavier?" the doctor asked in a studious voice as the Prof. wheeled to him.

"I'm Dr. Neilson, you've indentified our 'Jane Doe' as a young woman named Rogue?" the proffesser mearly nodded.

"Perhaps we better speak in private, Proffessor." the doctor spoke, a saddened expression shifting the features of his face. Scott glanced to the Proffesser, pleading in his eyes, and begging in his mind,'Please Proffesser, let me hear it, I need to know.' Scott's mind rang, repeatedly thinking the same heartfelt and worrisome words.

'Scott, take Jean and Ororo, and wait outside.' his eyes shifted to Scott, a don't you mess with me right now kind of look lingering within the irises of his old eyes. Scott did so, getting both objections from Miss Monroe and Jean Grey, but soon they were calmed, and gone. Logan strolled up behind the Proffesser, staring the doctor down as he awaited the news for his unwanting ears.

"Um..yes," the doctor began,"Miss Rogue is lucky to be alive." There was a glimmer of hope in both Logan's and the Proffesser's eyes for a moment, but far to quickly killed."However, there is only a 30% chance she'll survive through tonight. She's been slipping in out of conciousness for the past three hours, and recalls nothing of the accident or anything prior to it." The proffesser turned his head to look away.

"And the physical injuries." a statement.

"Well, her skull has fractured, front to back, not cracked upon, which is a miracle. In short of five weekes that should be healed up. Her clavicle(A/N: collarbone.) has been broken in a sort of 'Z' split, and will take about eight weeks to heal with corrective surgery." He let out a heavy sigh, fogging up his thick glasses,"Her neck has also broken," Logan took in a gasp as the news soared through his ears,"Th C-6, and C-7 vertabrae have fractured, but can be replaced. She will not be paralyzed in anyway." A sigh of relief,"However, as I was saying before, she recalls nothing of her life. From my diagnosis thus far, she has a form of amnesia, most commnly caused by extreme trauma. Some people never recover." Dr. Neilson finished his speech.

"Is there a possibility we may be able to see her?" Logan asked in an uncomonly soft voice.

The doctor shook his head,"Not until she's in a stable condition." A growl caused the doctor to say goddbye abruptly, and soon, he dissapeared back into the depths of the trauma ward.


The proffesser wheeled out of the waiting room, Logan close behind. Scott, Ororo, and Jean lay against the wall, hope in there eyes.

"Let's go home." the Prof. said, moving past them.

"But what about Rouge?!" Scott asked, his voice worriesome and deaperate once more.

The proffesser took in a heavy breath, releasing it slowly,"There is nothing that can be done by our being here except offer more complications."

Scott was in mid-protest when both Logan, and Ororo eyed him as if to say,'Stop' or 'No', so he followed the others leaving the hospital in sad steps, regret filling his heart with an unmatched sorrow.


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"...Broken neck, collarbone, skull fracture, and possible brain damage, Amnesia." Logan finished telling the children, Xavier couldn't find the heart to do it, he loved them too much. Some replied with vagrant tears, others with gasps and appalled looks, and even a few,'impposibles'. They were curled together, huddling against eachother, not wanting to believe the horror layed upon their hearts. Rogue had no true bonds with them, but she was family. In Logan's eyes, it seemed to be Kitty who suffered the most, cried the hardest. He knew they had developed a releationship, unbenownst to the rest, he saw they way the acted. Rogue was like an older sister, yet he knew it was Kitty who suffered the most, Scott, he suffered in silence, putting on his i'm-the-leader-and-nothing-phases -me face. He knew he loved the poor girl, no matter how he tried to hide it, he could smell the emotion on him, especially when she was around. 'Kid, I sure hopr you'll pull through this for us, and if not for us, for Scott 'cause he sure love's' Logan thought, leaving the kids to there own...


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Well, the official chapter one, heh. Gimme' reviews, and idea's, I often get writer's block, so suggestions would be wonderful! Thanks.

Stay tuned for chapter 2: Rogue wakes up, and can touch?