Institutionalized: Chapter 5-Never Ending
It seems like a throw away
And everything is a sad reminder
Of the way we could be together
It feels like a lonely day
Never ending
A never ending day
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Heavily medicated, Logan was left to lay alone in his cell, for once without restraints. The doctors mainly figured he was too drugged up to do anything but lay there and stare at the ceiling anyway. They were partially right about that one.
Logan rolled his head to the side so he could see through the front glass of his cell. He barely had enough strength in him to keep his mouth shut and prevent himself from drooling. Wanting desperately to remember more about Rogue and Jean, and where he'd come from before ending up where he was at the moment, Logan closed his eyes and tried to think back. The drugs made him tired, but too tired to sleep. He could barely think and it frustrated him. He was also hungry as hell, since he never got the chance to eat because of his escape attempt. Logan's mind began running loops, images of memories flashing through his head so fast that he couldn't put anything together. He saw flashes of Rogue and Jean, talking to him, fighting beside him. Then there was other people too, but he couldn't remember who they were just yet.
With one eye barely open, Logan managed to roll himself off the metal bed in an attempt to get up. He landed on the cold floor, face down, unable to move. A low groan escaped his lips, then seconds later he passed out.
After returning to the mansion, Rogue and Jean met the rest of the team in Professor Xavier's office to speak of what had happened, though most if it Charles already knew.
Rogue was anxious and worried, her hands tapping on her legs as the Professor talked, and she found herself tuning out his voice. All she could think about was Logan, sitting alone in some cell in that hospital, too drugged to know what was going on or who he was. She knew he needed her, and she wanted desperately to be there for him, to break him out of that awful place and take him back to the mansion where he belonged. She was terrified to think what might happen to him if left there.
"Rogue, did you hear what I just said?" the Professor asked kindly, wise blue eyes focusing on the young girl from behind his desk.
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry Professor." she answered dumbly, having absolutely no clue what he'd said.
"That's quite alright Rogue. I know you are stressed at the moment." he answered with an empathic smile, then looked at the rest of his X-Men. "Will you all please excuse us? I'd like to speak to Rogue."
Jean, Ororo, and Scott all nodded with understanding, then raised from their seats and started out of the room.
Passing by Rogue, Jean placed a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder, her eyes a little teary. "It'll be alright Rogue, we'll bring him home." she said quietly with a kind smile as she exited the office. She knew how Rogue felt, because Jean was feeling the same sickness in her stomach, that awful knot that made her want to rush down to that Psychiatric Hospital herself and break Logan free.
Rogue turned in her chair, watching Jean and the others all leave, confusion marring her features. Turning back to the Professor, she opened her mouth to speak, but he already started to answer her unasked question.
"As I've just finished telling the others, I've discovered the full truth about how Logan arrived at the Psychiatric Hospital." his voice was serious, yet sympathetic and comforting and Rogue paid close attention. "Apparently, he never made it to Alkali Lake as planned. He was picked up by a man named John Wraith and his team from a different faction of Weapon-X."
Rogue gasped, her mouth gaping open in fear as she listened to Xavier. She knew of Weapon-X. It was the reason Logan hated William Stryker so much; the source of his nightmares, the cause of his torment. Since she shared a part of those nightmares, those vivid and dark memories, she knew the fear well. The feeling in the pit of her stomach, that helplessness and the torture that made her wish she was dead. It was why he sometimes wished he was dead. Rogue couldn't even imagine what going back to something so awful would do to him.
Charles nodded, understanding that Rogue was listening this time. "Logan had remained with Weapon-X for four days, where they tortured him and tried to break him down. He did have somewhat of a mental break during his time there, though they had yet to erase his memories. Feeling that he was no longer of use to them in his current condition, they arranged for him to be brought to the Mutant Psychiatric Hospital. John Wraith and the Weapon-X program paid Mr. Cross large sums of money to keep Logan there and keep him drugged in case he were to ever come out of his mental relapse." The Professor looked away sadly, meeting Rogue's shocked gaze with weary eyes. "Since they didn't know Logan had any friends or contacts, it was quite a surprise when you and Jean showed up looking for him. It was also a shock when Logan seemed to recognize the two of you, and started to remember things."
Rogue took in a deep breath, her voice crackling slightly as she spoke. "We are gettin' him outta there though...right Professor?"
"We're going to do all we can Rogue, but we can't do anything right away. You and Jean will be going back to see him tomorrow, though I want you to act as though you know Logan is mentally ill, and you wish for him to stay. Do you understand?"
Rogue nodded eagerly. "That way they won't up security or anythin' an' think we're gonna break him out right? We're gonna get 'im out when they least expect it."
"Yes." Charles told her with a comforting smile. "Now why don't you get some rest Rogue, it's rather late."
Note:I know, I know, the chapter was kinda short. x_0 Live with it. *hands out bowls of macaroni and cheese* Here, be happy! An' PLEASE REVIEW!
Logan-muse: Mac an' cheese?
Blix: What? It's what we're havin' for dinner. x_0 *shrugs*
Logan-muse: *sigh*
