The first thing Remy thought when he woke up was where the hell was he.
Turning his head to one side, he saw bars. When he looked the other way, it
was the same. When he tried to move his arms, he found that they were
restrained.
What the hell..?
Then the actions of last night suddenly came rushing back to him, and he closed his eyes and groaned softly, now understanding why his head was throbbing the way it was.
"At least one of my new patients is up." Opening his eyes, Remy found Hank looking down at him, a frown on his blue feline features.
"Hank..."
"Not one word, Lebeau." Hank warned, narrowing his eyes, his ears pressing against his skull. "I will not be bale to handle it if you say something more! You're lucky Kurt is still breathing after what you did to him!"
"How bad is it?" Remy asked weakly. Calmly, Hank counted off the problems on his fingers.
"His nose is shattered." He started. "We needed to place tubes up his nostrils to get him able to breathe. He was bleeding internally from his stomach wounds. His head was badly wounded, and quite frankly, I think there might be some other things!"
"Oh merde..." Remy whispered. Hank nodded, placing his hands on his hips.
"My sentiments exactly."
"What happens now?" Remy asked.
"I try as hard as I can to restrain Logan from coming in here and ripping you apart." Hank said. "I suggest you don't speak much." He added, untying his arms. Sitting up, Remy rubbed his wrists lightly as he looked around the room.
"Where's Kurt?" he asked. Hank snorted, taking off his spectacles and cleaning them on his shirt.
"He's in ICU obviously." He said. "I suggest that if you don't want your ass ripped apart, that you stay away from him."
"Is he up yet?" Logan's voice growled.
"Logan, I can't allow you to rip my patient apart, even if he does deserve it." Hank said, walking away to deal with him.
While Hank dealt with a blood thirsty Logan, Remy slowly slipped off of the cot and he headed for the door to the ICU, making sure Hank and Logan didn't see him. When he opened the door and went inside, he groaned softly and closed his eyes.
Kurt didn't look good at all. He was lying on his cot, tubes up both nostrils of his crooked looking nose. The top of his head was wrapped in bandages, as was his chest and abdomen.
Remy had known he was pretty good in marital arts, but he didn't think that he was exactly good enough to put anyone in ICU!
Slowly, he walked up and he sat down beside the bed, resting a hand on his arm lightly.
"I'm so sorry, mon ami..." he whispered. "I really screwed this up didn't I? I got drunk and I got here late and then I beat on you. I'm sorry..."
"I don't think he can hear you. Hank put him on a lot of pain killers." Looking over his shoulder, Remy saw Rogue standing at the doorway, her arms across her chest. When she walked over he flinched and with good reason as she grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to his feet.
"I should break all of your limbs for what you did to Kurt!" she growled. "Not to mention standing me up on the date YOU made!"
"I didn't mean to..." Remy said lamely. Rogue snorted and let him go, shaking her head and taking a seat on the other side of Kurt's bed.
"Rogue, we need to talk." He said, taking his former seat.
"I don't think now is the right time." Rogue pointed out.
"We have to talk now or we never will." Remy said sternly. "I'm tired of dancing around this damned thing, Rogue. We have to talk this out now to try and save this relationship."
"Do you really think that after putting my brother in this condition that I would really want to talk to you about saving our relationship?" Rogue asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"You don't think we can save it? That's fine by me." Remy said. "But we WILL talk about Antarctica, Rogue. I need to get all of it out and if you don't think it will help our relationship; I don't care." Sighing softly, Rogue nodded a bit.
"Fine. Let's talk."
What the hell..?
Then the actions of last night suddenly came rushing back to him, and he closed his eyes and groaned softly, now understanding why his head was throbbing the way it was.
"At least one of my new patients is up." Opening his eyes, Remy found Hank looking down at him, a frown on his blue feline features.
"Hank..."
"Not one word, Lebeau." Hank warned, narrowing his eyes, his ears pressing against his skull. "I will not be bale to handle it if you say something more! You're lucky Kurt is still breathing after what you did to him!"
"How bad is it?" Remy asked weakly. Calmly, Hank counted off the problems on his fingers.
"His nose is shattered." He started. "We needed to place tubes up his nostrils to get him able to breathe. He was bleeding internally from his stomach wounds. His head was badly wounded, and quite frankly, I think there might be some other things!"
"Oh merde..." Remy whispered. Hank nodded, placing his hands on his hips.
"My sentiments exactly."
"What happens now?" Remy asked.
"I try as hard as I can to restrain Logan from coming in here and ripping you apart." Hank said. "I suggest you don't speak much." He added, untying his arms. Sitting up, Remy rubbed his wrists lightly as he looked around the room.
"Where's Kurt?" he asked. Hank snorted, taking off his spectacles and cleaning them on his shirt.
"He's in ICU obviously." He said. "I suggest that if you don't want your ass ripped apart, that you stay away from him."
"Is he up yet?" Logan's voice growled.
"Logan, I can't allow you to rip my patient apart, even if he does deserve it." Hank said, walking away to deal with him.
While Hank dealt with a blood thirsty Logan, Remy slowly slipped off of the cot and he headed for the door to the ICU, making sure Hank and Logan didn't see him. When he opened the door and went inside, he groaned softly and closed his eyes.
Kurt didn't look good at all. He was lying on his cot, tubes up both nostrils of his crooked looking nose. The top of his head was wrapped in bandages, as was his chest and abdomen.
Remy had known he was pretty good in marital arts, but he didn't think that he was exactly good enough to put anyone in ICU!
Slowly, he walked up and he sat down beside the bed, resting a hand on his arm lightly.
"I'm so sorry, mon ami..." he whispered. "I really screwed this up didn't I? I got drunk and I got here late and then I beat on you. I'm sorry..."
"I don't think he can hear you. Hank put him on a lot of pain killers." Looking over his shoulder, Remy saw Rogue standing at the doorway, her arms across her chest. When she walked over he flinched and with good reason as she grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to his feet.
"I should break all of your limbs for what you did to Kurt!" she growled. "Not to mention standing me up on the date YOU made!"
"I didn't mean to..." Remy said lamely. Rogue snorted and let him go, shaking her head and taking a seat on the other side of Kurt's bed.
"Rogue, we need to talk." He said, taking his former seat.
"I don't think now is the right time." Rogue pointed out.
"We have to talk now or we never will." Remy said sternly. "I'm tired of dancing around this damned thing, Rogue. We have to talk this out now to try and save this relationship."
"Do you really think that after putting my brother in this condition that I would really want to talk to you about saving our relationship?" Rogue asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"You don't think we can save it? That's fine by me." Remy said. "But we WILL talk about Antarctica, Rogue. I need to get all of it out and if you don't think it will help our relationship; I don't care." Sighing softly, Rogue nodded a bit.
"Fine. Let's talk."