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Jubilee leaned against the side of the hospital bed, staring tearfully at her unconscious friend. "It's all my fault, Bobby. I just-," she broke off, unable to continue. Bobby looked up, his eyes full of compassion.
"It wasn't your fault, Jubilee. Listen to me, okay. It was just an accident, alright?" Bobby said, coming over to her side. Jubilee shook head vehemently, and sniffed.
"I don't know what happened to me. It was like an instinctive response, and I just..struck out. Oh god, I've been the worst friend to Rogue. I've ruined our friendship just because I was so crazy about Lance!" Jubilee burst out, fresh tears streaking down her doll-like face.
Bobby looked down, swallowing hard at the mention of Lance, who was currently waiting outside of the infirmary anxiously, since Dr. Grey told them only two visitors at a time. It just wasn't fair. Jubilee still has a thing for Alvers, the guy who hardly speaks two words to her anymore, while I'm still just her friend, Bobby thought sadly. Then he shook his head firmly. Now was not the time to feel sorry for himself, not with Rogue unconscious and Jubilee a mess.
"How are you two?" Dr. Grey's voice broke in gently, as she entered the room, and closed the door carefully.
"Have I killed her?" Jubilee asked tearfully, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her yellow trench coat.
"No of course not, Jubilee. Rogue just took a bad hit to the head, she should be up in a few hours," Dr. Grey soothed, reaching for the cold compressor.
"See, Jubes, nothing serious," Bobby said, patting her back comfortingly.
Jubilee sighed, looked at Rogue's white still face. "I'm sorry, you two, but Rogue needs to rest now. I promise you she'll be fine. Don't blame yourself, Jubilee," Dr. Grey said kindly, as Bobby led Jubilee outside.
Jubilee managed to nod and stumbled outside almost in a daze. Bobby sighed, and ran a hand through his blonde hair tiredly.
"How is she?" Lance asked immediately, standing up.
"She's fine, Dr. Grey said she should be up in a few hours," Bobby reassured him shortly.
"How are you holding up,.Jubes?" Lance inquired next, gently, turning his gaze to Jubilee, whose dark blue eyes were filled with tears.
"I'm I'm- fine," Jubilee replied shakily. Lance put an arm around her comfortingly. Bobby's jaw tightened at the unexpected motion.
"Want me to walk you back to your room, Jubes?" Bobby asked.
"It's okay, Drake. I'll walk her back," Lance said firmly, and lead Jubilee away. Bobby forced himself to suppress the anger that was threatening to rise in him. Lance was just trying to be supportive. It was nothing.
Yeah, right Drake, just keep telling yourself that, Bobby thought grimly, as he watched the pair walk away.
Jubilee leaned against the side of the hospital bed, staring tearfully at her unconscious friend. "It's all my fault, Bobby. I just-," she broke off, unable to continue. Bobby looked up, his eyes full of compassion.
"It wasn't your fault, Jubilee. Listen to me, okay. It was just an accident, alright?" Bobby said, coming over to her side. Jubilee shook head vehemently, and sniffed.
"I don't know what happened to me. It was like an instinctive response, and I just..struck out. Oh god, I've been the worst friend to Rogue. I've ruined our friendship just because I was so crazy about Lance!" Jubilee burst out, fresh tears streaking down her doll-like face.
Bobby looked down, swallowing hard at the mention of Lance, who was currently waiting outside of the infirmary anxiously, since Dr. Grey told them only two visitors at a time. It just wasn't fair. Jubilee still has a thing for Alvers, the guy who hardly speaks two words to her anymore, while I'm still just her friend, Bobby thought sadly. Then he shook his head firmly. Now was not the time to feel sorry for himself, not with Rogue unconscious and Jubilee a mess.
"How are you two?" Dr. Grey's voice broke in gently, as she entered the room, and closed the door carefully.
"Have I killed her?" Jubilee asked tearfully, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her yellow trench coat.
"No of course not, Jubilee. Rogue just took a bad hit to the head, she should be up in a few hours," Dr. Grey soothed, reaching for the cold compressor.
"See, Jubes, nothing serious," Bobby said, patting her back comfortingly.
Jubilee sighed, looked at Rogue's white still face. "I'm sorry, you two, but Rogue needs to rest now. I promise you she'll be fine. Don't blame yourself, Jubilee," Dr. Grey said kindly, as Bobby led Jubilee outside.
Jubilee managed to nod and stumbled outside almost in a daze. Bobby sighed, and ran a hand through his blonde hair tiredly.
"How is she?" Lance asked immediately, standing up.
"She's fine, Dr. Grey said she should be up in a few hours," Bobby reassured him shortly.
"How are you holding up,.Jubes?" Lance inquired next, gently, turning his gaze to Jubilee, whose dark blue eyes were filled with tears.
"I'm I'm- fine," Jubilee replied shakily. Lance put an arm around her comfortingly. Bobby's jaw tightened at the unexpected motion.
"Want me to walk you back to your room, Jubes?" Bobby asked.
"It's okay, Drake. I'll walk her back," Lance said firmly, and lead Jubilee away. Bobby forced himself to suppress the anger that was threatening to rise in him. Lance was just trying to be supportive. It was nothing.
Yeah, right Drake, just keep telling yourself that, Bobby thought grimly, as he watched the pair walk away.
