Unbreak my heart

Disclaimer: Not mine already. As a matter of fact I don't own any of the X- Men characters. However, Marvel could donate some of the characters to charity. Ya know my charity. Ladybugg's charities of I really need these characters, so I could work for Marvel Comics charity. You know the one right? (If it seems that I'm hyper, well it's because I am. A one year old and a can of soda will do that to you.



Author's Note: Dang it! Thanks to all those lovely people who informed me of misspelling Rogue's name. I admit when I first wrote the story I was a bit tired. An old year old a can of soda will do that to you. (I fell asleep a few times too.) So I know that the story had quite a few mistakes. However, I'm not going to hold you up any longer. I also did some research on amnesia from www.healthanswers.com. They have a supply of medical answers, for any question that you might have. It is also very helpful with first aid methods, so check it out. It just might save someone's life. That's what took this story so long, was the research. Ya guys already know all of my stuff has to be right.

Let the Story begin.



As the Blackbird made it's way back to the small graveyard, a strange quietness filled the plane. Everyone was worried about the man who had quickly become one of their own. A man that they had all come to know and love. It took only a matter of minutes, before the Blackbird landed back at the small graveyard site. As soon as the plane landed, everyone made a hasty retreat towards the injured man. Being the only doctor available, Jean was the first one to go to Remy's side. She pushed the small gurney, which they kept in the Blackbird for such emergencies.

She knew that Remy had extensive damage, but she was totally unprepared for the sight that had greeted her. Remy now had a bunch of scratches and open wounds all over his body. His handsome face was now marred with scrapes and cuts. His right leg was twisted oddly, as so was his left arm. There was vomit all over his clothes, and he had extensive swelling around his eyes. It was apparent that he was now done vomiting, but Jean knew that there was a possibility of him chocking on his vomit. So she carefully tilted his head to the side, until his mouth was clear of any vomit and blood.

Being a doctor, Jean had also contemplated the risk of Remy having a spinal injury. So as the remaining members gathered close by, she motioned for them to stay back. She looked down at her hands, and noted that they were shaking unmercifully. Storm looked at the young woman up and down, and noticed that she didn't look too good.

"What's wrong Jean?" Storm asked with a puzzled expression on her face.

Jean suddenly shook out of her daze, and looked Storm straight in the eyes.

"What? Oh nothing's wrong, but I do need you to do something for me. Storm I need you to support his head and neck, keep the head in line with the spine, and try to prevent any movement. I'm going to check his airway, because the swelling in his face has me worried."

Storm moved around to Remy's head, and steadied his head with both of her hands. She looked down at Gambit, and bit at her lower lip. She had never seen the Cajun in so much pain before, and it literally tore her apart to see him like this. She had to be strong for him.

Jean opened her medicine bag and pulled out the wooden stick, and telepathically opened Remy's mouth. She looked into his mouth and noted that his airway was indeed clear. There had been no signs of swelling in or around his airway passage. She then checked his pulse, and noted that it was still low. She then looked in her medicine bag and took out a pair of scissors, and began cutting off the young Cajun's clothes. She later noticed that Gambit had a piece of metal lodged in his stomach, and she covered the wound with a piece of sterile gauze. She then went to his legs and tried to get his legs back in its correct position. She pulled on his right leg bone to get the bone pieces back in their proper position. When she heard his leg pop, she repeated the process on his arm. She then splinted his neck, arm and leg, before using her telekinetic bubble, and laid him on top of the gurney. She did not want Gambit to feel any pain, so she telepathically, numbed his senses in order to make the ride home as painless as possible. It was going to be a long night. Not only for the doctors who would tend to him, but for those ones who now considered Gambit one of their own.

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Hank McCoy was doing research on molecular biology, when he got the call from Scott about Gambit's accident. He hurriedly began his preparations for Gambit's return. He didn't know how extensive the damage was, but Scott had warned him that it was pretty bad. He prepared the surgical equipment and put on his medical uniform. He was just putting on his gloves when he heard the sounds of the gurney rolling across the floor. The one good thing about the Blackbird was that it was fast. It took only five minutes for them to arrive from the gravesite, that was over twenty miles from the mansion.

Hank rushed out of the small room, and ran to retrieve the gurney from both Bishop and Logan. They continued to help Hank push the gurney, until they were inside of the trauma ward. They assisted Hank in putting Gambit on the medical table, and assisted in removing the remaining articles of clothing that he still had on. As both Jean and Hank hurriedly began working on Gambit, Bishop and Logan it both made their way back to the waiting room.

Hank looked at the young face of Remy Lebeau, he couldn't help but to shed a few tears. Right now he could really appreciate his fur, because at this point all he wanted to do was hide his tears. Tears that hid behind his blue fur, unseen to the naked eye. It hurt him to see Gambit like this, but now was not the time to show any signs of weakness. So Hank pushed all of his negative thoughts out of his head, and began to concentrate on the task at hand.

Gambit was barely alive, and he had passed out again. On their way in Jean mentioned that he had passed out at least seven times. Which normally wasn't a good sign, especially with severe head trauma. Gratefully he was still alive, and it was up to them to make sure that he stayed that way. So both Jean and Hank worked like never before, and silently prayed that everything was going to be all right.

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Two Days Later.

Hank and Jean was still in the operating room, and everyone still stood outside waiting to hear anything from the doctors. They worked endlessly, never stopping to eat or sleep. Charles Xavier was now inside of the trauma ward, trying to reach Gambit's mind. Classes had been canceled, and everyone refused to leave the waiting area.

Rouge had been an emotional wreck. She constantly cried, and blamed herself for Gambit's accident. It was so bad that Storm had to give her and sedative to help her sleep. It was tough considering that she wanted to still be awake, when Jean reported on Gambit's condition. Before Charles Xavier went into the trauma ward, he had to telepathically hold her down, just so that Storm could give her the shot. She was going to be sleep for a long time, and Storm made sure of that.

Storm on the other hand was calm, because she believed with all of her heart that Remy would make it through this. She reflected on the time when she was trapped in a child's body, and how Gambit was there for her. She had thought that she would have to relive her childhood days as a child, but Gambit continually stayed by her side. She made it her promise to be there for him.

Storm was so caught up in her thoughts that she failed to notice that both Jean and Hank walked out of the operating room. Everyone that was in the waiting room area immediately got up, and began asking a bunch of questions. Storm strained to hear, and became furious. She let the sound of thunder echo through the air, and instantly everyone quieted down.

"One question at a time. Jean how is Remy holding up?" Storm said with a look of seriousness on her face.

A tear stained Jean looked over at Storm, and stood face to face with the young woman. It was pretty evident that she had some bad news to tell everyone. Storm felt an sharp pain in her heart, as Jean began to speak.

"Storm I'm going to be honest with you, with all of you. It doesn't look too good. Remy is in critical condition, with severe trauma to the head. Right now he's in a coma, and there is a possibility that he will never awaken again. His injuries are extensive. He has suffered a complete fracture of both his arm and leg, which can take up to three to four months to heal. His laceration on his stomach has been stitched up, but there will some type of scarring. He's on life support right now, and to be honest I really don't think...I'm sorry I can't do this. Please excuse me. I just can't."

Without another word Jean ran off to her room, the sound of her cries echoing down the long hallway. Scott started to run after her, but Hank grabbed his arm before he could leave. Scott looked at the furry doctor. Hank let go of Scott's arm, and began to speak.

"Guys it's not good at all. It's a possibility that Remy won't last but a week. So I suggest that you call up his father, and let them know what has happened. You might also want to call Jubilee from the school, so that she can say her final goodbye. I understand that Rouge is under heavy sedation. When she awakes, please inform her of all that I have mentioned. I wish I had better news for you guys, but all I can say is that I am terribly sorry that I couldn't do more."

In an instant Hank broke down and cried. He slumped down to the floor and began shaking and crying. Scott moved towards the young doctor, gently patting his back.

"Hank you and Jean did the best that you could do. As Jean said before his injuries were just too extensive. Don't blame yourself, because this is not your fault."



"Scott I'm a doctor. How could I let this happen? I should've been able to save him."

"Hank, Gambit's not dead yet. As the X-Men we are all going to be there for him, and pray that he gets better. Until then Remy is still alive, and we're going to do everything we can to make sure he stays that way.

I'll go and call Jubilee and Remy's father, but I want the rest of you to go and get some sleep. There's nothing else we can do at this moment."

"Well actually we'll need some more blood. Remy is type "O", and if anyone matches that blood type we'll need to take some blood from you."

Everyone that was going to donate blood stayed behind, while the others went to their rooms. Ororo decided to stay behind to give blood, even though she wasn't a type "O" blood type. She waited until it was time for Hank to take her blood, before she spoke out.

"Hank my blood is not the type that you're looking for. I couldn't go to my room just yet. I'm sorry, but I just needed to see him. I know he can't have any visitors tonight, but it's all my fault."

"Storm you don't mean that."

"Hank I was right there. I held him in my arms, and I made him upset even more. If only I had kept my mouth shut, then maybe he'd still be all right. I just wanted to tell him how sorry I was, is that so wrong. I won't touch him, I promise. I just have to let him know how sorry I am."

"O.K. Storm, but you have only five minutes."

"Oh Hank you're the best. I'll be only a few minutes."

"Five minutes to be precise. O.K."

"O.K."

Storm walked towards the door and looked back at Hank who urged her to go into the room. Her face was now soaked with tears, and she took her hand and pushed the door opened. She walked over to Remy's bed, and sat in the chair that was next to his bed. As mentioned before his face was now cut and bruised, and Storm couldn't resist running her finger along the young man's jaw line. She began crying again, as she noticed how pale he now was. She loved Gambit very dearly, and hated to see him connected to a ton of wires and tubes. She looked down at his bandaged right hand, and took it into her own hand. She held his hand as if it was fragile, and brought them to her lips. She looked down at his face, and then kissed his hands.

"I told Hank that I wouldn't touch you, but I guess I lied. Will you ever forgive me Remy. Oh how I wished that I 'd stayed on that plane. Maybe if I did, then you'd be all right. Why did I have to upset you? Could you ever forgive me? Remy I care for you a great deal, and I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you. What would Rouge do? She's been so upset. She loves you, and you love her. Why do you two play these silly love games, it is beyond me. I just wanted you to be happy.

I wanted...oh hell even I don't know what I want, but I never wanted this. If you don't make it out of this, then I really don't know what I would do. You've always been a huge part of my life. I could always depend on you. Remember when the Phalanx attacked us, and it was just you, Yuriko and I? You saved me so many times that night, but where was I tonight? Why didn't I use my powers to lift you into the air? Where was I when you needed me? I guess I'm not a very good friend huh? Well they say that you won't make it, but let's prove them wrong. It'll be just you and me. Like it was in the old days. I have to go now, because I don't want Hank to ban me from the room. It appears that my five minutes is up. By the bright Goddess, you have to get well. Please remember that I will be here whenever you need me, and that I love you Remy. Always."

With that Storm had risen out of her seat, and leaned over Remy. She then placed a soft kiss on his lips, before walking out of the room. Her heart slowly breaking bit by bit, as another love of her life slowly slipped further and further away from her.

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Short I know. Man that was one tough chapter to finish. Fear not loyal readers there's more to come. Does Remy only have one week left? What does Rouge do when she finds out? Stay tuned for chapter three for the answers.