Snow in April: A Wedding Story
By: Ariesque
Genre: Humor/Drama
Ratings: PG to PG-13 whether there is language or not
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I mention in this story and its chapters.
Chapter Eight: Sick Holiday
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January 20, 2003 10:54 p.m.
Ack. I just walked into Logan's room to ask him something, and found Ororo half covered with his sheets and him about to take his pants off.
Somebody forgot to lock the door.
Ororo screamed and I covered my eyes. Logan, growling, shut the door in my face.
Consider me blind for now on.
January 21, 2003 9:42 a.m.
I thought I was okay. Really.
Now, it turns out I'm sick. I go to school today and start sneezing up a storm. Ms. Fielton sent me to the nurse's where she felt my forehead and fell to the floor. I absorbed, screamed, and kept sneezing. Xavier came to pick me up and said to forget about it.
I'm still sick.
10:24 a.m.
This is so sad. I have a -fever- now!! I bet it was seeing too much in one day yesterday. I won't get over that any time soon. Why couldn't my sneezing just be due to allergies?
10:33 a.m.
Temperature: 99.1
Prescribed by Xavier: Cough Syrup. Dimetapp. Tylenol. I have a headache.
11:10 a.m.
Just looked at the clock and can't believe it. It's not even noon and I'm heating up like a turkey in the oven! This is NOT good.
Temperature: 100.0
WHAT IS GOING ON!!??
12:48 p.m.
I went to sleep and woke up to see Logan, who was wearing gloves. I wasn't the tiniest bit relieved, except for the fact that he was wearing clothes. But that was it. He came to my side and frowned. He said I'd be better off sick than anything else, and I threw the covers over my head so I wouldn't have to see him. That's all.
Temperature: Didn't look. I'm tired.
12:55 p.m.
Temperature: 100.2
Something is definitely wrong with this thermometer.
1:31 p.m.
Xavier woke me up since he's supposed to give me medicine every four hours. I can't go back to sleep - started shivering. And I'm breaking a cold sweat. This is really what I needed.
1:52 p.m.
Ororo came in. She looked unsure in entering first, but forced herself and sat next to me. Said she couldn't tell if I was really sick or not since she couldn't touch my forehead. I told her it was okay, and I wasn't really THAT uncomfortable with the image of her and Logan... and she got up and bolted out of my room.
Life is good.
Temperature: 100.2
Why won't it go down? Yuck, I just sneezed all over the T.V.
2:24 p.m.
How could I get so sick? I was fine on Monday! Maybe all that snow and cold caught up to me. O.o Xavier just came in with chicken soup.
2:32 p.m.
Just survived a lecture. Xavier told me I shouldn't get sick like this since my powers and everything and that I should finish the chicken soup because Scott was downstairs asking for some. I told Xavier to screw him over. He raised his eyebrows, told me I delirious from all the medicine, and left.
3:10 pm.
Kurt came in. He's not mad at me like everyone else is. He said people were asking about me today and I told him that maybe it's because my picture is in the paper. He shut up, gave me hot water and left.
Temperature: 100.4
This is SO not cool.
3:14 p.m.
Found out Kitty refuses to sleep in the same room since she's worried she'll get sick.
I say, grow up.
5:13 p.m.
Slept; woke up to the sound of the phone ringing.
It was John.
He said Remy told him I was sick and wanted to know if I was okay. I told him I'll live. He said that was good and told me to get some sleep. Then he hung up.
Great conversation.
6:30 - 9:52 p.m. Temperature Contradictions
100. 2 ~ 6:30
99.5 ~ 7:00
100.5 ~ 7:15
100.3 ~ 8:00 Took more medicine
100.1 ~ 8:23
100.8 ~ 9:00 WHAT?!
100.7 ~ 9:32
100.6 ~ 9:45
101.0 ~ 9:52 one word. Impossible!!
10:45 p.m.
Kitty moved out. She's going to spend the night in Jean's room. Whatever. At least she took the stupid night light she keeps by her bed. It's a wonder how I ever get to sleep with it at 44 watts. And it's the size of my thumb.
11:34 p.m.
Logan gave me another blanket, told me to shut up about yesterday, and left once more. Thanks a lot, Logan. Thanks a lot.
Midnight
I woke up again, waiting for someone to come and give me medicine. I got bored and started turning myself upside down waiting for the blood to go to my head and come upright again. I did that a few times before I caught sight of someone standing by the doorway and got myself upright. Turning swiftly, I coughed and saw two red eyes glaring at me. I smiled as Remy came and sat at the foot of my bed.
"Prof. said t' bring up dis stuff," he said, showing me the pills and syrup. I took the pills hastily from his hand and downed them with the water he had brought up as well. I saw the familiar glint of amusement in his eye and grinned. Taking the rest of my medicine, I saw him wince and asked him what.
"Why do you's have t' take so much?" he asked. I asked why? and he shook his head. I nodded with a smirk.
"I notice. You hardly ever get sick." He grinned back - beautiful and carefree. Then Remy took my gloved hand and kissed my palm with plain pity. He whispered for me to get better and left.
It all just made me want to cry so bad.
January 22, 2003 7:45 a.m., English
I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get back to school. That and because I didn't want another lecture from Logan or Ororo or Xavier. Pulled on my clothes and just ran out the back door. Then made a break for it. Ran all the way to school, my breath caught in my throat.
And that's what I'm doing here right now.
9:37 a.m., on my way to French
Jean saw me in the hallway and pulled Remy's sleeve (he was walking next to her) in shock. I immediately ducked behind some people and made my way to the girl's room. And guess who I stumbled on... Ritzy.
She was applying lipstick, and when she saw me, quickly tossed everything into her cosmetic bag and pranced out of there. I swear, I saw her kick up her feet on the way out.
Please, somebody kick her.
10:39 a.m., French
Uh oh. I'm breaking out in a cold sweat again. I knew I should've packed some Tylenol or something. Please...just six more hours.
GoD, that's long.
11:00 a.m., still French
I'm okay. I mean, I've been okay for a very long time, and I think I can make it. Nobody's noticed I'm sweating like crazy. Even Remy, who sits two rows away from me. Please God, don't make him come over and chat with me. I'll literally fall over and die. And not for any of his hotness purposes too.
Damn, this was a mistake from the start.
11:32 a.m., Lunch
I'm sitting alone right now. Ritzy, I noticed, has ditched school again. No one wants to sit with me, not even my boarding mates. I'm still sweating. I think I'll make my way to the nurse again.
11:42 a.m., waiting outside the nurse's office
This is SO not child friendly.
Here I am, sweating cold and coughing like I have a cat caught in my throat, and the nurse doesn't even care!
She's in there, eating HER lunch while I sit out here about to DIE and she can care less! What kind of nurse is she anyway?! She's supposed to help me! Not eat while I slowly die! This is cruel. It's inhuman. It's plainly understated.
12:22 p.m., walking home
I couldn't take it anymore. I signed myself out, forged Xavier's signature and walked out. It's actually really easy to slip away unseen, especially if you don't pass the principal's window. Just a few blocks more... watch. I'm going to die and nobody would know. Or even care. This sucks SO much.
3:43 p.m., under my pillow.
Xavier's mad.
And when I mean mad, I mean furious.
YOU'VE never seen him angry. NOBODY'S seen him angry. Everyone thinks he's calm. Everyone thinks he's temperal. Everyone has never pissed him off.
I mean, he's more patient than me to everything from getting stabbed to listening to Dave Matthews. He's even patient to Scott.
But, I've pushed him. Far enough, it seems.
When I came in, he was screaming. Screaming. You just know that doesn't counteract with Xavier. It's not even in his vocabulary. Usually, it's whatever he has in mind that's not in our vocabulary. I guess I founded a new word in his.
He cornered me with that wheelchair of his and started screaming about finding me gone, worrying, sending Logan and Ororo to look for me, thinking of calling the police, blah, blah, blah. Then I ran. He threatened to come up and scream some more. I just slammed the door and fell on the floor.
That's right, fell. I didn't even drop on my knees or any of that. I felt them go out under me and I fell. Laid there for a few minutes, sweat falling on the carpet underneath.
I remember looking at the ceiling and counting invisible stars or sheep or whatever (I only know they were white) and finally climbed on my bed and passed out. For two long minutes I pretended I was comatosed. I might as well be anyway. Then, when all seemed lost and when I really thought I was dead, somebody came and put some pills in my mouth, making me swallow with some water.
Two minutes later, I snapped back to reality.
Kurt was hovering over me when I finally focused straight.
"Are you okay?" he asked me. I closed my eyes and turned on my side.
"I'll be fine," I finally told him and heard him leave.
That was when I realized I was alive. Still alive. Kurt was my savior. But now that I think of it, how many saviors can a person have in one life?
Well, I guess I'm a lucky person then.
Temperature: 101.5 Sheesh
Midnight
When I woke up, I found Remy by the door already with my medicine. He had that glint of amusement in his eye like he'd been watching me this whole time.
"What? Is this some ritual now?" I asked, hoping so. He smirked; entered.
"Depends," he said, and brought a hand to feel my forehead. Smiling, he took up my hand and put the pills in it. "You're going down. Thet's good."
"It is?" I asked, and swallowed the pills with some water. After a moment, we stared at each other and I brought my eyes to look down at the blanket on my lower body. It was awkward, nonetheless. Then Remy ran his hand up and down my arm and smiled comfortingly.
"I should go, beb," he murmured, and leaned close to me so that I could no longer see anything but those scarlet eyes of his. Then he kissed me through my hair and got up. His smile was that of what I loved. For a second I wished that time stood still and that he would stay for a moment longer but he was gone faster than I could catch my breath.
But not the memory. That could stay for as long as it wants.
Temperature: 98.9
That's...so weird.
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Responses to Reviews~
Vagabond: Don't worry about it. I have nothing better to do anyway ;). I ~bet~ Remy was referring to seeing John carry Rogue to the door, though Rogue doesn't remember that part. I guess Remy thought it was an unmentioned date and that Rogue does like John. Rogue's answer is playing on his words. He asked how John was [on the date] and after having her hopes raised yet again, it appears that she wants him to know that it didn't go any better than the fluff in the bedroom. Hope that helps!
Christy S: I'm -so- glad you enjoyed the last chapter! This one is considerably sort, but I promise the next one is longer (it's already written). Hahaha, how in the world could I write such good angst? I never knew I had THAT in mind. But hey, whatever pleases, right?
Sujakata: O.o I do hope so! The whole John and Remy fighting over Rogue looks like a great scene! It's like Lance against Peter all over again! Welps, we'll have too see.
evilbon32: Yeah, I thought Remy needed to have it thrusted into his face since he's done it one too many times to Rogue! And I agree with you about the whole loathing Jean because she needs to be disliked. It's like a destiny for the girl. Well, anyway, I'm not even sure about what's next for Rogue except... well, keep reading and maybe it will be revealed!
starlightz6: Yes. I agree with the bad timing for fluff. While I was writing it, I thought, hmph. Remy's had his share of sick times. So he wouldn't mind Rogue's little 'mishap' shall we say? Remy may sound jealous but he may not be jealous... [suspenseful, isn't it]
Lady MR: I understand that you want Ro/Lo added to this story, but it's difficult to find places where I just stuff in the subjected romance. I'm trying my best to do what I can especially since it's written in Rogue's view. Please be patient with me as I do so.
Pyromaniac: Heh. I imagine John being a drinker as well as Remy. But I think what influenced me was the fact that in Aussie slang, you see like "give a shout" which means buy everyone drinks and so one and so forth. I guess it plays on this story as well!
By: Ariesque
Genre: Humor/Drama
Ratings: PG to PG-13 whether there is language or not
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I mention in this story and its chapters.
Chapter Eight: Sick Holiday
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January 20, 2003 10:54 p.m.
Ack. I just walked into Logan's room to ask him something, and found Ororo half covered with his sheets and him about to take his pants off.
Somebody forgot to lock the door.
Ororo screamed and I covered my eyes. Logan, growling, shut the door in my face.
Consider me blind for now on.
January 21, 2003 9:42 a.m.
I thought I was okay. Really.
Now, it turns out I'm sick. I go to school today and start sneezing up a storm. Ms. Fielton sent me to the nurse's where she felt my forehead and fell to the floor. I absorbed, screamed, and kept sneezing. Xavier came to pick me up and said to forget about it.
I'm still sick.
10:24 a.m.
This is so sad. I have a -fever- now!! I bet it was seeing too much in one day yesterday. I won't get over that any time soon. Why couldn't my sneezing just be due to allergies?
10:33 a.m.
Temperature: 99.1
Prescribed by Xavier: Cough Syrup. Dimetapp. Tylenol. I have a headache.
11:10 a.m.
Just looked at the clock and can't believe it. It's not even noon and I'm heating up like a turkey in the oven! This is NOT good.
Temperature: 100.0
WHAT IS GOING ON!!??
12:48 p.m.
I went to sleep and woke up to see Logan, who was wearing gloves. I wasn't the tiniest bit relieved, except for the fact that he was wearing clothes. But that was it. He came to my side and frowned. He said I'd be better off sick than anything else, and I threw the covers over my head so I wouldn't have to see him. That's all.
Temperature: Didn't look. I'm tired.
12:55 p.m.
Temperature: 100.2
Something is definitely wrong with this thermometer.
1:31 p.m.
Xavier woke me up since he's supposed to give me medicine every four hours. I can't go back to sleep - started shivering. And I'm breaking a cold sweat. This is really what I needed.
1:52 p.m.
Ororo came in. She looked unsure in entering first, but forced herself and sat next to me. Said she couldn't tell if I was really sick or not since she couldn't touch my forehead. I told her it was okay, and I wasn't really THAT uncomfortable with the image of her and Logan... and she got up and bolted out of my room.
Life is good.
Temperature: 100.2
Why won't it go down? Yuck, I just sneezed all over the T.V.
2:24 p.m.
How could I get so sick? I was fine on Monday! Maybe all that snow and cold caught up to me. O.o Xavier just came in with chicken soup.
2:32 p.m.
Just survived a lecture. Xavier told me I shouldn't get sick like this since my powers and everything and that I should finish the chicken soup because Scott was downstairs asking for some. I told Xavier to screw him over. He raised his eyebrows, told me I delirious from all the medicine, and left.
3:10 pm.
Kurt came in. He's not mad at me like everyone else is. He said people were asking about me today and I told him that maybe it's because my picture is in the paper. He shut up, gave me hot water and left.
Temperature: 100.4
This is SO not cool.
3:14 p.m.
Found out Kitty refuses to sleep in the same room since she's worried she'll get sick.
I say, grow up.
5:13 p.m.
Slept; woke up to the sound of the phone ringing.
It was John.
He said Remy told him I was sick and wanted to know if I was okay. I told him I'll live. He said that was good and told me to get some sleep. Then he hung up.
Great conversation.
6:30 - 9:52 p.m. Temperature Contradictions
100. 2 ~ 6:30
99.5 ~ 7:00
100.5 ~ 7:15
100.3 ~ 8:00 Took more medicine
100.1 ~ 8:23
100.8 ~ 9:00 WHAT?!
100.7 ~ 9:32
100.6 ~ 9:45
101.0 ~ 9:52 one word. Impossible!!
10:45 p.m.
Kitty moved out. She's going to spend the night in Jean's room. Whatever. At least she took the stupid night light she keeps by her bed. It's a wonder how I ever get to sleep with it at 44 watts. And it's the size of my thumb.
11:34 p.m.
Logan gave me another blanket, told me to shut up about yesterday, and left once more. Thanks a lot, Logan. Thanks a lot.
Midnight
I woke up again, waiting for someone to come and give me medicine. I got bored and started turning myself upside down waiting for the blood to go to my head and come upright again. I did that a few times before I caught sight of someone standing by the doorway and got myself upright. Turning swiftly, I coughed and saw two red eyes glaring at me. I smiled as Remy came and sat at the foot of my bed.
"Prof. said t' bring up dis stuff," he said, showing me the pills and syrup. I took the pills hastily from his hand and downed them with the water he had brought up as well. I saw the familiar glint of amusement in his eye and grinned. Taking the rest of my medicine, I saw him wince and asked him what.
"Why do you's have t' take so much?" he asked. I asked why? and he shook his head. I nodded with a smirk.
"I notice. You hardly ever get sick." He grinned back - beautiful and carefree. Then Remy took my gloved hand and kissed my palm with plain pity. He whispered for me to get better and left.
It all just made me want to cry so bad.
January 22, 2003 7:45 a.m., English
I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get back to school. That and because I didn't want another lecture from Logan or Ororo or Xavier. Pulled on my clothes and just ran out the back door. Then made a break for it. Ran all the way to school, my breath caught in my throat.
And that's what I'm doing here right now.
9:37 a.m., on my way to French
Jean saw me in the hallway and pulled Remy's sleeve (he was walking next to her) in shock. I immediately ducked behind some people and made my way to the girl's room. And guess who I stumbled on... Ritzy.
She was applying lipstick, and when she saw me, quickly tossed everything into her cosmetic bag and pranced out of there. I swear, I saw her kick up her feet on the way out.
Please, somebody kick her.
10:39 a.m., French
Uh oh. I'm breaking out in a cold sweat again. I knew I should've packed some Tylenol or something. Please...just six more hours.
GoD, that's long.
11:00 a.m., still French
I'm okay. I mean, I've been okay for a very long time, and I think I can make it. Nobody's noticed I'm sweating like crazy. Even Remy, who sits two rows away from me. Please God, don't make him come over and chat with me. I'll literally fall over and die. And not for any of his hotness purposes too.
Damn, this was a mistake from the start.
11:32 a.m., Lunch
I'm sitting alone right now. Ritzy, I noticed, has ditched school again. No one wants to sit with me, not even my boarding mates. I'm still sweating. I think I'll make my way to the nurse again.
11:42 a.m., waiting outside the nurse's office
This is SO not child friendly.
Here I am, sweating cold and coughing like I have a cat caught in my throat, and the nurse doesn't even care!
She's in there, eating HER lunch while I sit out here about to DIE and she can care less! What kind of nurse is she anyway?! She's supposed to help me! Not eat while I slowly die! This is cruel. It's inhuman. It's plainly understated.
12:22 p.m., walking home
I couldn't take it anymore. I signed myself out, forged Xavier's signature and walked out. It's actually really easy to slip away unseen, especially if you don't pass the principal's window. Just a few blocks more... watch. I'm going to die and nobody would know. Or even care. This sucks SO much.
3:43 p.m., under my pillow.
Xavier's mad.
And when I mean mad, I mean furious.
YOU'VE never seen him angry. NOBODY'S seen him angry. Everyone thinks he's calm. Everyone thinks he's temperal. Everyone has never pissed him off.
I mean, he's more patient than me to everything from getting stabbed to listening to Dave Matthews. He's even patient to Scott.
But, I've pushed him. Far enough, it seems.
When I came in, he was screaming. Screaming. You just know that doesn't counteract with Xavier. It's not even in his vocabulary. Usually, it's whatever he has in mind that's not in our vocabulary. I guess I founded a new word in his.
He cornered me with that wheelchair of his and started screaming about finding me gone, worrying, sending Logan and Ororo to look for me, thinking of calling the police, blah, blah, blah. Then I ran. He threatened to come up and scream some more. I just slammed the door and fell on the floor.
That's right, fell. I didn't even drop on my knees or any of that. I felt them go out under me and I fell. Laid there for a few minutes, sweat falling on the carpet underneath.
I remember looking at the ceiling and counting invisible stars or sheep or whatever (I only know they were white) and finally climbed on my bed and passed out. For two long minutes I pretended I was comatosed. I might as well be anyway. Then, when all seemed lost and when I really thought I was dead, somebody came and put some pills in my mouth, making me swallow with some water.
Two minutes later, I snapped back to reality.
Kurt was hovering over me when I finally focused straight.
"Are you okay?" he asked me. I closed my eyes and turned on my side.
"I'll be fine," I finally told him and heard him leave.
That was when I realized I was alive. Still alive. Kurt was my savior. But now that I think of it, how many saviors can a person have in one life?
Well, I guess I'm a lucky person then.
Temperature: 101.5 Sheesh
Midnight
When I woke up, I found Remy by the door already with my medicine. He had that glint of amusement in his eye like he'd been watching me this whole time.
"What? Is this some ritual now?" I asked, hoping so. He smirked; entered.
"Depends," he said, and brought a hand to feel my forehead. Smiling, he took up my hand and put the pills in it. "You're going down. Thet's good."
"It is?" I asked, and swallowed the pills with some water. After a moment, we stared at each other and I brought my eyes to look down at the blanket on my lower body. It was awkward, nonetheless. Then Remy ran his hand up and down my arm and smiled comfortingly.
"I should go, beb," he murmured, and leaned close to me so that I could no longer see anything but those scarlet eyes of his. Then he kissed me through my hair and got up. His smile was that of what I loved. For a second I wished that time stood still and that he would stay for a moment longer but he was gone faster than I could catch my breath.
But not the memory. That could stay for as long as it wants.
Temperature: 98.9
That's...so weird.
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Responses to Reviews~
Vagabond: Don't worry about it. I have nothing better to do anyway ;). I ~bet~ Remy was referring to seeing John carry Rogue to the door, though Rogue doesn't remember that part. I guess Remy thought it was an unmentioned date and that Rogue does like John. Rogue's answer is playing on his words. He asked how John was [on the date] and after having her hopes raised yet again, it appears that she wants him to know that it didn't go any better than the fluff in the bedroom. Hope that helps!
Christy S: I'm -so- glad you enjoyed the last chapter! This one is considerably sort, but I promise the next one is longer (it's already written). Hahaha, how in the world could I write such good angst? I never knew I had THAT in mind. But hey, whatever pleases, right?
Sujakata: O.o I do hope so! The whole John and Remy fighting over Rogue looks like a great scene! It's like Lance against Peter all over again! Welps, we'll have too see.
evilbon32: Yeah, I thought Remy needed to have it thrusted into his face since he's done it one too many times to Rogue! And I agree with you about the whole loathing Jean because she needs to be disliked. It's like a destiny for the girl. Well, anyway, I'm not even sure about what's next for Rogue except... well, keep reading and maybe it will be revealed!
starlightz6: Yes. I agree with the bad timing for fluff. While I was writing it, I thought, hmph. Remy's had his share of sick times. So he wouldn't mind Rogue's little 'mishap' shall we say? Remy may sound jealous but he may not be jealous... [suspenseful, isn't it]
Lady MR: I understand that you want Ro/Lo added to this story, but it's difficult to find places where I just stuff in the subjected romance. I'm trying my best to do what I can especially since it's written in Rogue's view. Please be patient with me as I do so.
Pyromaniac: Heh. I imagine John being a drinker as well as Remy. But I think what influenced me was the fact that in Aussie slang, you see like "give a shout" which means buy everyone drinks and so one and so forth. I guess it plays on this story as well!