Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the International Assassin of course.
Three days later Remy woke up in the same recovery room he had been in before, a little sore, but nonetheless alive. He looked over and saw Rogue reading Crime and Punishment, under a light, damn that stung his eyes, she must have borrowed it from Wanda.
"'Bout tahm you woke up, Swamp Rat," said Rogue as Remy tried to sit up.
He growled, his torso hurt like a mother, his leg was throbbing and it felt like someone had put his arm in a vice. He looked down and noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. Quickly he lifted the blankets to check if he still had his boxers on. Whew, he did.
"Ah don' know what yer so worried about. It's not liahk Ah I haven't seen that before." said Rogue.
Remy was a little horrified that his entire upper torso was completely bandaged.
"Yer lucky none of 'em were broken or they would have had to cut," she said as she put the book on the end table.
"Dat's more den Remy cared t' know, Chère."
"Whatevah," said Rogue as she sat on the bed with him just as Hank walked in.
"Good evening, Mr. LaBeau," said Hank in his usual cheerful tone.
Remy wasn't in the mood to take any chances. He wrapped his arms around Rogue's waist and pulled her towards him as a human shield and then braced for impact.
"Take it easy, I assure you I am unarmed." said Hank showing Remy his empty hands, "I just wanted to see if you were awake, so we can change your bandages."
Remy didn't move.
"I promise there will be no shots," said Hank.
Remy thought about it for a minute more then released Rogue's waist, "alright" he said cautiously.
Rogue helped Remy to his feet and took him down to the medical lab. Once there Hank set to work changing the bandages on Remy's torso, arm and leg. After that ordeal of cleaning all the wounds and re-bandaging them, Hank decided to take some more x-rays.
Remy settled uneasily into place in the examining table.
"Rogue, why don't you go and get Mr. Lebeau some clothes, while I continue with this examination." said Hank, as he fired up the X-ray machine, "Now just lay back and relax."
"Easy for you t' say," said Remy a little miserably.
Hank decided to cut the X-ray session a little short due to Remy's hyperventilating, "Ok, I think that's enough for one day, off." he said as he shut down the machine.
Remy only regretted that he was in too much pain to get off the table faster.
"Heah," said Rogue handing Remy sweatpants and a tee-shirt.
"Why tank you, Chère,"
After Remy had finished getting dressed Logan and the Professor come into the lab.
"Stripes have you seen Half-Pint?" asked Logan.
"Uh, no, but Ah'll go look for her," said Rogue quickly as she made a speedy exit.
"Dat was odd," said Remy as he leaned against the medical counter.
"Well, I'm sure you will be relieved to know, your father will be taking you home tomorrow morning." said the Professor, who thought it best to send Remy home considering every time he was brought to the Institute he was a freaking nervous wreck.
All the color left Remy's face, "Ya'll called . . ." he trailed off.
"Your father" the Professor finished.
"Kid, you ok?" asked Logan in his usual gruff manner.
Remy couldn't even respond, before he found himself, once again, puking his brains out in the stainless steal medical sink.
"Here we go again!" groaned Logan as he turned on the water and picked up a towel.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the International Assassin of course.
Three days later Remy woke up in the same recovery room he had been in before, a little sore, but nonetheless alive. He looked over and saw Rogue reading Crime and Punishment, under a light, damn that stung his eyes, she must have borrowed it from Wanda.
"'Bout tahm you woke up, Swamp Rat," said Rogue as Remy tried to sit up.
He growled, his torso hurt like a mother, his leg was throbbing and it felt like someone had put his arm in a vice. He looked down and noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. Quickly he lifted the blankets to check if he still had his boxers on. Whew, he did.
"Ah don' know what yer so worried about. It's not liahk Ah I haven't seen that before." said Rogue.
Remy was a little horrified that his entire upper torso was completely bandaged.
"Yer lucky none of 'em were broken or they would have had to cut," she said as she put the book on the end table.
"Dat's more den Remy cared t' know, Chère."
"Whatevah," said Rogue as she sat on the bed with him just as Hank walked in.
"Good evening, Mr. LaBeau," said Hank in his usual cheerful tone.
Remy wasn't in the mood to take any chances. He wrapped his arms around Rogue's waist and pulled her towards him as a human shield and then braced for impact.
"Take it easy, I assure you I am unarmed." said Hank showing Remy his empty hands, "I just wanted to see if you were awake, so we can change your bandages."
Remy didn't move.
"I promise there will be no shots," said Hank.
Remy thought about it for a minute more then released Rogue's waist, "alright" he said cautiously.
Rogue helped Remy to his feet and took him down to the medical lab. Once there Hank set to work changing the bandages on Remy's torso, arm and leg. After that ordeal of cleaning all the wounds and re-bandaging them, Hank decided to take some more x-rays.
Remy settled uneasily into place in the examining table.
"Rogue, why don't you go and get Mr. Lebeau some clothes, while I continue with this examination." said Hank, as he fired up the X-ray machine, "Now just lay back and relax."
"Easy for you t' say," said Remy a little miserably.
Hank decided to cut the X-ray session a little short due to Remy's hyperventilating, "Ok, I think that's enough for one day, off." he said as he shut down the machine.
Remy only regretted that he was in too much pain to get off the table faster.
"Heah," said Rogue handing Remy sweatpants and a tee-shirt.
"Why tank you, Chère,"
After Remy had finished getting dressed Logan and the Professor come into the lab.
"Stripes have you seen Half-Pint?" asked Logan.
"Uh, no, but Ah'll go look for her," said Rogue quickly as she made a speedy exit.
"Dat was odd," said Remy as he leaned against the medical counter.
"Well, I'm sure you will be relieved to know, your father will be taking you home tomorrow morning." said the Professor, who thought it best to send Remy home considering every time he was brought to the Institute he was a freaking nervous wreck.
All the color left Remy's face, "Ya'll called . . ." he trailed off.
"Your father" the Professor finished.
"Kid, you ok?" asked Logan in his usual gruff manner.
Remy couldn't even respond, before he found himself, once again, puking his brains out in the stainless steal medical sink.
"Here we go again!" groaned Logan as he turned on the water and picked up a towel.