Rogue awoke with bright lights shining in her eyes. When had she fallen
asleep? She then remembered what had happened and cringed. She sat up and
looked instantly at her hip. She couldn't see it, not in the clothes she
was wearing. They were loose pajama type pants made for the hospital wing.
She looked around at her arms, but they weren't scratched up. She inspected her hip and it was fine. She then looked around the room. There were two beds in the area. Scott was lying asleep on one, his arms and face cut up badly. 'Then how come Ah'm fihne?' Rouge thought.
Rogue looked in another direction to see a chair by her bed and an unconscious Logan was resting in it. She then noticed the other presence in her head. It was Logan.
She uncovered herself and went by Scott's bed. She looked down at him. His shades were on of course. She sighed. She wanted to wait for him to wake up, but desperately wanted to get out of these clothes. She quickly headed for the door. She headed upstairs.
Kurt bamfed in front of her as she was heading up the stairs. He turned around and as he saw her, embraced her in a hug.
"Kurt!" She groaned as she pushed away. "What are y'doin?" She demanded.
"I vas vorried about you. Mr. Logan vouldn't tell us vhat happened. Vhen practice got over, Jean looked for vhere you two vere and found zat you vere in the hospital ving. I vas really vorried." Kurt explained, looking at her clothing.
"Well, as y'can see, Ah'm fihne." Rogue replied, heading back up the stairs.
"But after ve found out vhere you two vere-" Kurt continued, grabbing her sleeve and pulling her back. "Ve vent and checked on you, and you had scratches and bruises all over you. You look fine now." He gave her a questioned look.
Rogue smiled. "It's alright Kurt. Ah'm fihne, and Scott will be too. Ah'm goin' t'get changed though. These clothes are killin' me."
"Okay." Kurt replied, a little disappointed that Rogue wouldn't tell him what had happened, but understanding none the less.
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"How ya doing Scott?" A female voice rang in his ears.
"Rogue?" He asked, putting a hand to his head for it ached terribly, but when he managed to squint his eyes open, he saw red hair and green eyes.
"No, it's me, Jean." Jean replied. She then helped him up so he could sit.
For some reason, this news didn't help him any. He was worried about Rogue. Was she okay? "How's Rogue doing?" Scott asked, immediately looking to the bed she had been lied on once Hank had given her the sleeping pill.
She wasn't there. He didn't know if this was a bad thing or a good thing. "She's fine Scott. She went up to her room about an hour ago. Are you alright Scott? You don't look like you're in very good health." Jean said concerned.
"I'll be fine, I just need rest." Scott said doubtfully. He still hurt really badly.
"Scott, you don't look really well. Is there anything I can do?" Jean asked concerned.
"No, there isn't. Thanks Jean." He replied, leaning back into his bed. "Well actually. What is Hank going to do about my shoulder?" Scott asked, without even looking at his shoulder.
"The only thing he can think of to do with it is keep infection out, bandage it up, put your arm in a sling, and let it heal on its own." Jean replied with a definite frown.
"How long does he think I'll have to leave it on for?" He asked getting a bit upset. This would defiantly but a damper in his danger room sessions.
"And Rogue's just fine?" He asked, his thoughts somehow wondering back to her.
"Yeah, she's fine." Jean replied.
"What about her hip? They going to give her a crutch or something?" Scott asked.
"Her hip? What do you mean? She's fine. Last I saw her, she didn't have a single scratch on her."
"Not a scratch? But how? Who-" He stopped. 'Logan.' He thought.
He tried to sit up again, but Jean held him down. "You really need to get your rest." She insisted.
"No, I want to go to my room." Scott replied, fighting her hands.
"Scott, you really should stay here." Jean fought.
"Jean! Please!" Scott demanded, beginning to be angry.
"Scott, you really need your rest." Jean said softly.
"I plan on it; I'd just feel much more comfortable in my room! I'd be able to rest better too." Scott bargained.
"But-"
"Jean! I'm fine! My arm's bandaged and Hank will probably give me the sling later!" Scott continued, beginning to be very irritated. He really wasn't in the mood for this right now.
Jean released him and he got to his feet. He swayed once he was there and Jean began to protest, but he ignored her as he began walking to his room, Jean trailing him, watching him carefully like he was glass.
Scott made his way up the stairs to his room, Jean trailing annoyingly behind him. "What do you want Jean?" He asked, as he got to the doorway.
"I'm just worried about you Scott. If you saw what I saw, you would be too." Jean replied, and he could see the genuine concern in those green eyes.
"It's really nice that you care Jean, but I really need some sleep and I really want to be alone." Scott replied, his voice softening.
Jean nodded and turned to leave as Scott went into his room and shut his door.
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Rogue walked out of her room. She had just finished reading a book and was bored. She was still worried about Scott, but didn't want to disturb him.
As she walked out she ran into Jean and she looked really worried. "What's wrong Jean?" She asked.
"I'm worried about Scott. He just went into his room to get some sleep. He won't talk to me. Hey, you think you could go in there and make sure he's all right?" Jean asked.
Rogue really didn't feel like facing him at the moment. It was her fault after all that what had happened had happened. If she had been more careful, she wouldn't have caused them to fall and start that rock slide. She figured that she at least owed it to him to make sure he was alright though.
She nodded. "Okay, Ah've got nothin' else t'do anyway." Rogue replied.
"Thank you." Jean said relieved. "I'll be downstairs. Let me know once you've talked to him." Jean requested and she then hurried down the stairs.
Rogue made her way to Scott's room, hesitated at the door, then knocked.
"Ugh, come in." He replied, his voice annoyed.
Once again Rogue sighed, then hesitated to come in. She twisted the door knob and opened the door then stepped in. His room was dark, his curtains pulled and his lights off. Obviously he was trying to get some sleep.
"Rogue?" He asked instantly once he saw her.
"How y'doin'?" Rogue asked, closing the door behind her, but not moving any closer to him.
"I'm okay. My arm's going to be in a sling for a while, but otherwise I should be fine." He replied sitting up.
Rogue cringed. "Ah'm sorry." She muttered.
Scott looked confused. "What'd you do?" He asked.
Rogue blinked. "Ah made us trip! The rock slide; if Ah wouldn't have tripped, you'd be alright right now." Rogue replied.
~
Scott laughed. He had to stop though, for his chest burned and couldn't take it. "It wasn't your fault Rogue. You were blind folded, how were you supposed to know that rock was there?" He asked. Rogue shrugged. Why was she standing so far away? Was she really that embarrassed to be around him? "You know, you can sit down, you don't have to just stand there."
"Ah probably won't be stayin' long. Jean wants t'know how yer doin'." Rogue replied, not moving.
Scott felt suddenly angry. Was Jean trying to spy on him using Rogue? "So she asked you to come in here?" He asked a little coldly.
"Uh, yeah, actually." Rogue replied.
Scott shook his head; he didn't want to talk about Jean with Rogue. "You know, I'm really sorry." He said suddenly, without thinking about it.
Rogue looked a little surprised at this. "Sorry for what?" She asked.
"For ignoring you for so long. I didn't really realize that I was doing it."
"Scott, Ah thought we already went through that. Ah'm fihne!" Rogue replied, and he wished he could see her face through the darkness of his room.
"'You' went through it Rogue. I was to dumbstruck to reply." Scott replied, standing up.
"Scott, you should lye down. And as for you bein' dumbstruck, had y'really nevah noticed before?" Rogue asked, regaining some of her composure and putting her hands on her hips.
"Rogue, I hadn't even noticed that Jean liked me." Scott replied.
Rogue widened her eyes as if to say, 'yeah, good point.' "Well, Ah'll tell her yer fine." Rogue said, turning around to grab onto the door knob, but before she got a chance to twist it, a hand was on her shoulder.
"Rogue please-" Scott asked.
She turned back around. "Look Scott, there's nothin' t'explain. Really, Ah'm fihne, but when y'do this t'mean, it's only makin' things worse fo' me. If y'really care you'll stop this." Rogue pleaded her face down cast.
Scott put his hand under her chin, but not quite touching her. She lifted her face though all the same to avoid touching him. "If you really want me to leave you alone, I will. I just wanted to explain."
Rogue stepped back, her back running into the door, but away from his hand. She looked frightened, but not a normal frightened, it was something else. She looked as if she was afraid to get hurt. "Ah've told ya Scott, there's no need for explanation." She said, begging him to let her leave. He couldn't resist her plea and stepped back. She quickly turned around and left, probably to inform Jean that he was fine.
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BETH! Your back! I haven't heard from you in a long time! ^_^ I'm happy! W/B! :D
Oh. and thanx for all the reviews everyone! They were really nice! Hope you enjoy this chapter. Not really action, I guess I just went back to the normal pace of things from the rest of the story. lol. I'm really glad you guys enjoy. I was afraid that this wouldn't turn out well, because for the most part I'm a Romy fan. *shrugs* I'm really starting to like Scrouge now. (Or. however they put the two names together.)
^Crysala^
She looked around at her arms, but they weren't scratched up. She inspected her hip and it was fine. She then looked around the room. There were two beds in the area. Scott was lying asleep on one, his arms and face cut up badly. 'Then how come Ah'm fihne?' Rouge thought.
Rogue looked in another direction to see a chair by her bed and an unconscious Logan was resting in it. She then noticed the other presence in her head. It was Logan.
She uncovered herself and went by Scott's bed. She looked down at him. His shades were on of course. She sighed. She wanted to wait for him to wake up, but desperately wanted to get out of these clothes. She quickly headed for the door. She headed upstairs.
Kurt bamfed in front of her as she was heading up the stairs. He turned around and as he saw her, embraced her in a hug.
"Kurt!" She groaned as she pushed away. "What are y'doin?" She demanded.
"I vas vorried about you. Mr. Logan vouldn't tell us vhat happened. Vhen practice got over, Jean looked for vhere you two vere and found zat you vere in the hospital ving. I vas really vorried." Kurt explained, looking at her clothing.
"Well, as y'can see, Ah'm fihne." Rogue replied, heading back up the stairs.
"But after ve found out vhere you two vere-" Kurt continued, grabbing her sleeve and pulling her back. "Ve vent and checked on you, and you had scratches and bruises all over you. You look fine now." He gave her a questioned look.
Rogue smiled. "It's alright Kurt. Ah'm fihne, and Scott will be too. Ah'm goin' t'get changed though. These clothes are killin' me."
"Okay." Kurt replied, a little disappointed that Rogue wouldn't tell him what had happened, but understanding none the less.
^~^
"How ya doing Scott?" A female voice rang in his ears.
"Rogue?" He asked, putting a hand to his head for it ached terribly, but when he managed to squint his eyes open, he saw red hair and green eyes.
"No, it's me, Jean." Jean replied. She then helped him up so he could sit.
For some reason, this news didn't help him any. He was worried about Rogue. Was she okay? "How's Rogue doing?" Scott asked, immediately looking to the bed she had been lied on once Hank had given her the sleeping pill.
She wasn't there. He didn't know if this was a bad thing or a good thing. "She's fine Scott. She went up to her room about an hour ago. Are you alright Scott? You don't look like you're in very good health." Jean said concerned.
"I'll be fine, I just need rest." Scott said doubtfully. He still hurt really badly.
"Scott, you don't look really well. Is there anything I can do?" Jean asked concerned.
"No, there isn't. Thanks Jean." He replied, leaning back into his bed. "Well actually. What is Hank going to do about my shoulder?" Scott asked, without even looking at his shoulder.
"The only thing he can think of to do with it is keep infection out, bandage it up, put your arm in a sling, and let it heal on its own." Jean replied with a definite frown.
"How long does he think I'll have to leave it on for?" He asked getting a bit upset. This would defiantly but a damper in his danger room sessions.
"And Rogue's just fine?" He asked, his thoughts somehow wondering back to her.
"Yeah, she's fine." Jean replied.
"What about her hip? They going to give her a crutch or something?" Scott asked.
"Her hip? What do you mean? She's fine. Last I saw her, she didn't have a single scratch on her."
"Not a scratch? But how? Who-" He stopped. 'Logan.' He thought.
He tried to sit up again, but Jean held him down. "You really need to get your rest." She insisted.
"No, I want to go to my room." Scott replied, fighting her hands.
"Scott, you really should stay here." Jean fought.
"Jean! Please!" Scott demanded, beginning to be angry.
"Scott, you really need your rest." Jean said softly.
"I plan on it; I'd just feel much more comfortable in my room! I'd be able to rest better too." Scott bargained.
"But-"
"Jean! I'm fine! My arm's bandaged and Hank will probably give me the sling later!" Scott continued, beginning to be very irritated. He really wasn't in the mood for this right now.
Jean released him and he got to his feet. He swayed once he was there and Jean began to protest, but he ignored her as he began walking to his room, Jean trailing him, watching him carefully like he was glass.
Scott made his way up the stairs to his room, Jean trailing annoyingly behind him. "What do you want Jean?" He asked, as he got to the doorway.
"I'm just worried about you Scott. If you saw what I saw, you would be too." Jean replied, and he could see the genuine concern in those green eyes.
"It's really nice that you care Jean, but I really need some sleep and I really want to be alone." Scott replied, his voice softening.
Jean nodded and turned to leave as Scott went into his room and shut his door.
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Rogue walked out of her room. She had just finished reading a book and was bored. She was still worried about Scott, but didn't want to disturb him.
As she walked out she ran into Jean and she looked really worried. "What's wrong Jean?" She asked.
"I'm worried about Scott. He just went into his room to get some sleep. He won't talk to me. Hey, you think you could go in there and make sure he's all right?" Jean asked.
Rogue really didn't feel like facing him at the moment. It was her fault after all that what had happened had happened. If she had been more careful, she wouldn't have caused them to fall and start that rock slide. She figured that she at least owed it to him to make sure he was alright though.
She nodded. "Okay, Ah've got nothin' else t'do anyway." Rogue replied.
"Thank you." Jean said relieved. "I'll be downstairs. Let me know once you've talked to him." Jean requested and she then hurried down the stairs.
Rogue made her way to Scott's room, hesitated at the door, then knocked.
"Ugh, come in." He replied, his voice annoyed.
Once again Rogue sighed, then hesitated to come in. She twisted the door knob and opened the door then stepped in. His room was dark, his curtains pulled and his lights off. Obviously he was trying to get some sleep.
"Rogue?" He asked instantly once he saw her.
"How y'doin'?" Rogue asked, closing the door behind her, but not moving any closer to him.
"I'm okay. My arm's going to be in a sling for a while, but otherwise I should be fine." He replied sitting up.
Rogue cringed. "Ah'm sorry." She muttered.
Scott looked confused. "What'd you do?" He asked.
Rogue blinked. "Ah made us trip! The rock slide; if Ah wouldn't have tripped, you'd be alright right now." Rogue replied.
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Scott laughed. He had to stop though, for his chest burned and couldn't take it. "It wasn't your fault Rogue. You were blind folded, how were you supposed to know that rock was there?" He asked. Rogue shrugged. Why was she standing so far away? Was she really that embarrassed to be around him? "You know, you can sit down, you don't have to just stand there."
"Ah probably won't be stayin' long. Jean wants t'know how yer doin'." Rogue replied, not moving.
Scott felt suddenly angry. Was Jean trying to spy on him using Rogue? "So she asked you to come in here?" He asked a little coldly.
"Uh, yeah, actually." Rogue replied.
Scott shook his head; he didn't want to talk about Jean with Rogue. "You know, I'm really sorry." He said suddenly, without thinking about it.
Rogue looked a little surprised at this. "Sorry for what?" She asked.
"For ignoring you for so long. I didn't really realize that I was doing it."
"Scott, Ah thought we already went through that. Ah'm fihne!" Rogue replied, and he wished he could see her face through the darkness of his room.
"'You' went through it Rogue. I was to dumbstruck to reply." Scott replied, standing up.
"Scott, you should lye down. And as for you bein' dumbstruck, had y'really nevah noticed before?" Rogue asked, regaining some of her composure and putting her hands on her hips.
"Rogue, I hadn't even noticed that Jean liked me." Scott replied.
Rogue widened her eyes as if to say, 'yeah, good point.' "Well, Ah'll tell her yer fine." Rogue said, turning around to grab onto the door knob, but before she got a chance to twist it, a hand was on her shoulder.
"Rogue please-" Scott asked.
She turned back around. "Look Scott, there's nothin' t'explain. Really, Ah'm fihne, but when y'do this t'mean, it's only makin' things worse fo' me. If y'really care you'll stop this." Rogue pleaded her face down cast.
Scott put his hand under her chin, but not quite touching her. She lifted her face though all the same to avoid touching him. "If you really want me to leave you alone, I will. I just wanted to explain."
Rogue stepped back, her back running into the door, but away from his hand. She looked frightened, but not a normal frightened, it was something else. She looked as if she was afraid to get hurt. "Ah've told ya Scott, there's no need for explanation." She said, begging him to let her leave. He couldn't resist her plea and stepped back. She quickly turned around and left, probably to inform Jean that he was fine.
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BETH! Your back! I haven't heard from you in a long time! ^_^ I'm happy! W/B! :D
Oh. and thanx for all the reviews everyone! They were really nice! Hope you enjoy this chapter. Not really action, I guess I just went back to the normal pace of things from the rest of the story. lol. I'm really glad you guys enjoy. I was afraid that this wouldn't turn out well, because for the most part I'm a Romy fan. *shrugs* I'm really starting to like Scrouge now. (Or. however they put the two names together.)
^Crysala^