'We have to get her to the infirmary. That neck looks pretty bad.'

'Yes, I agree. Logan, carry her to a bed.' They took her to the sickbay, Rogue worrying and practically crying. Remy had stayed behind, feeling to low to actually see her to the hospital wing.

'Kerri. Wait a minute.' Kerri bent down next to Stokely as she was lifted up onto a bed.

'Yeah, Stokes.'

'I know what you're doing. Don't.' Kerri was then pulled away from the room by Scott and Evan, to let Stokely rest. How could she know…?

Kerri watched from a window. Stokely valued Rogue's friendship more than hers, she knew that…Kerri slowly frowned. She had to get rid of her. Now.

'Ya'r sure ya don't want some more ice?' Rogue called from the bathroom.

'No, for the last time, I'm fine.' Stokely shouted back. She was lying on her bed, her neck red and sore. Rogue came in and sat next to her.

'Did ah mention ah was sarry?' she said looking at Stokely's neck. Stokes smiled.

'Just about a dozen times. It wasn't your fault.'

'What the hell was Remy thinkin'? That's what ah wanna know…'

'I dunno, but I have to go to the kitchen to get some…ice…'

'What?'

'Ice. For my neck.'

'Ah can get it fer ya.'

'No, no. I think I can get it. You stay here.'

'Oh…okay.' Rogue said, frowning a bit. Stokely waved as she closed the door behind her.

'You know why she's leaving right.' Came a voice from the shadows. Rogue jumped a bit and saw Kerri sitting in the corner. Rogue sighed.

'She's goin' ta get some ice. Ah heard her.'

'She's lying.'

'Why would she lie?'

'I know what happen in there, when Remy attacked her.' Rogue looked over at her. She was a bit interested in why the love of her life would try and kill her best friend…just a little.

'Continue…'

'She went to see Remy, when she had made sure you were out with Daring…you know how she's always hinting at you two getting back together…she tried to chat him up, I saw her, I swear!' Rogue shifted, looking a bit uneasy.

'She wouldn't do that.' Rogue said shaking her head. Kerri looked down.

'I never thought she would either. But I saw the two of them. She grabbed him and kissed him, told him she'd love him. But you know Remy. He just cares so much about you. So he started to rough her up.' Rogue's eyes started to tear up.

'You're lying.'

'They were going at it hot and heavy for a while, sweetie, that's the damn truth no matter how much you hate it. But Remy can still be saved. After a while he started hurting her more than loving her…he's still good.'

'YOU'RE LYING!' Rogue screamed. Kerri looked up.

'I wish I was…'

Rogue ran down the hall to the garden, tears flowing down her cheeks. I won't believe it, she said to herself. She stopped in front of the green house and went in. Fog and mist surrounded her, the air was hot and things were hazy. Rogue stopped as she saw what she'd most feared…

Stokely was in the arms of Remy, and they were kissing, definitely more passionately than he'd ever kissed her. Every movement, Rogue could feel herself tear apart…how could they do this to her? She stepped back, knocking over a potted plant.

Stokely looked up and looked shocked and surprised. Remy got up.

'Chere…'

'GET AWAY FROM ME!!!' Rogue screamed running out of the garden as fast as she could. Remy sat back down, a smile on his face. Stokely put her head on his shoulder.

'Mystique you are a great actress.' Remy said.

'Why thank you. You not bad yourself rookie.'

'Hey Rogue.' Stokely said as Rogue slammed the door. Rogue turned around a surprised look on her face. How did she get back so quickly? Oh who cares! She stole Remy! She was the only one Rogue ever really trusted and she had turned on her. It wasn't fair. Nothing was fair.

'GET OUT!'

'What…Rogue, what's wrong?'

'JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE!' she screamed as she threw one of her glass ornaments at Stokely. Stokely scrambled to her feet and ran out the door as Rogue screamed.

Rogue fell to the floor, her heart broken into a million pieces. She cried, curling up, her head stinging and hurting her. Am I dieing? Rogue thought. It certainly felt like she was dieing…she couldn't imagine being in more pain than now.

It hurt her head, her stomach, but most of all her chest. She just wished she could be holding Remy right then, snuggling into his soft arms. He always made things better. But now, it seemed he'd just dug her a grave.