Disclaimer: I Don't own X-men. I however own a number of really bad jokes (My friends could tell you all about that.) However you will all be happy to know that I have won my argument with the guy who doesn't think Rogue could beat Superman. He has been converted…. Sort of.

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I collapsed onto the bed exhausted. I wanted to stay with him, Just in case anything happened, but Hank had insisted I got some rest. The doctor had managed to stabilise Remy. It was lucky that his body had started to accept the donor blood Hank had said to her, he could have died right there.

Right there.

The way Hank had said that. It was almost as if he thought that Remy was going to die anyway. No. He couldn't have meant that. Could he?

He couldn't die.

He cant die.

Not now.

Not when everything was going so well.

I remembered every time he went on a mission, Id miss him terribly. I knew what sort of things Remy could get up to on missions and every time he went on one I couldn't wait to see him home. Alive.

I didn't know what to do with myself, so I stood up and started to clean the room. I spotted Remy's trench coat that had been dumped on the chair.

I smiled to myself.

No matter how many times I told him to hang it up he still dumped it on that chair.

Then I remembered the millions of times I had told him to leave me alone when I was upset, and still he wouldn't leave.

The times where I had been angry at him, screaming, shouting at him to stay away from me. Still he would not leave.

I lifted up his jacket, and some of the contents in the right pocket fell out. Just the usual stuff: pack of cards, pack of lock picks, pack of chewing gum (Remy had taken a liking to chewing gum after he gave up smoking.) But then I saw something that was not usually there.

It was a little black velvet box.

I opened it and found the most beautiful ring I had ever seen, my favourite stone in the middle. The Emerald. It was truly beautiful.

Was this for me?

Was Remy, going to purpose?

To me?

I collapsed onto the bed holding the ring between my fingers. I loved him so much. I needed him. Tears ran do my face as I whispered, "Don't you die on me Remy. Not now."

When I opened my eyes I saw the redness of my ruby quartz glasses. I saw Emma. Smiling down at me. I saw Warren, and then I saw Hank. He looked sad and asked, "how are you feeling Scott?" For a moment I wondered what I was doing in the hospital when I remembered. "It was Kurt."

"We know Scott. It's okay. You're okay." said Emma the tears running down her face.

"he did it. He did it………because of Jean." I said.

"Yes. We know." Said Warren.

I heard someone walk into the hospital. It was Rogue. She held a small box in her hand. She walked right past my bed and into the curtain-cubical next to mine. Hank noticed my confusion and said, "Kurt stabbed Remy also. He's in a bad shape."

I felt my stomach drop. "Are you telling me, he's going to die?"

Hanks face told me all. I felt terrible. I remembered the last words I had said to Remy. The way I had been so horrible about him and Rogue. I remembered all the times I had put him down.

And then I remembered all the times he had saved us. All the times he had sacrificed everything he had, for us. All the times he had made us laugh, when the world around us was in despair.

As much as I hated to admit it, I liked Gambit. Deep down, under all that charm, all that cockiness, there was a great man. One that was always there. But soon would not.

"We're not sure if he's going to make it." said Hank finally.

Suddenly the door burst open and there standing in the door was the fiery red head that i had, did, know very, very well. She smiled and said, "May I be of some assistance?"