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The girl was cleaned, disinfected, stitched, bandaged, and heavily medicated. She slept peacefully now, on an ocean of soft cottons and feathery pillows. Though she had coughing fits every few minutes, she never woke up out of her drug-induced slumber.
Her fever ran high, worrying those watching over her. The doctor had examined her and analyzed her blood, but could not find any positive indicators of any known diseases. Which led him to the conclusion that the girl did indeed contract the mysterious disease that had plagued mutants as of late. This worried him. The disease had no known causes, or cures, or treatments. Luckily, it also had no known deaths. He mused on reasons for the disease, but his limited knowledge of the X-Gene didn't allow him a full view of the problem. He was roused out of his aimless musings though, before he got to tied up in his thoughts, by the sound a heavy footfall coming down the corridor.
This was an unusual sound for the Thieve's Guild mansion, considering most of the residents were well-trained in the art of secrecy and stealth. It could only mean one thing, someone was carrying something of considerable weight. Or someone, which was more likely since they were heading in his (the Doctor's) direction.
With a sigh, he stood up and wiped his hands off on his already bloodied coat. He went to open the door, just in time for Remy to come charging through with a pretty young girl with peculiar white stripes, and closely followed by Jean-Luc dragging a disheveled, and unconscious Henri.
Laying them both on flat surfaces, the two healthy men stared at the doctor expectantly, and then searched for Tante Mattie.
The doctor pointed to the rocking chair where she was resting, and with a devilish grin, Remy went to wake her up while the doctor evaluated the injured and decided that Henri probably needed primary attention.
The boy's face was covered with blood and bruises, not to mention it looked as though his left arm was broken. Promptly, he silenced himself from the rest of the group, and began his work.
A feather under Mattie's nose always woke her up with a start, a fact that Remy had known from the age of 10. Though he had no feather, he used a small bit of string to get the tickling effect. Mattie's eyes sprung open immediately, but for once Remy had an excuse handy, and pointed to Rogue before Mattie could even get a word of anger out. She did, however, manage a glare before going to the hurt Rogue and inspecting her bandages and wounds.
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A few hours later, Rogue awoke as a patch of light flitted across her eyes. She groggily opened them up, and after adjusting to the onslaught of light glimpsed a certain Cajun dancing the light from a flashlight into her eyes. She sat up quickly, intending to beat him over the head with the light, but was stopped from the sudden slice of pain across her neck. She reached up quickly to grab her neck, but only succeeded in irritating the wound more as the gauze that covered it moved across it.
It took her a moment, but she soon remembered the cause of the pain- her run-in with the man in the backyard. She looked at Remy with a fearful look on her eyes, not knowing that the man had been discovered to be his brother.
He ran to her side in gliding sort of way he had from being a thief- as if he had just magically appeared there. Putting his arm around the middle of her back, he bent down and whispered in her ear (so as to not bother the other patients), "Shhh, cherie, its alright, no one's gonna hurt y' 'long as Remy is here."
Briefly, a look of comfort eased her fearful face, and Remy relaxed, knowing she felt safe in his arms.
The look soon passed however, as she caught sight of the man lying in the bed next to her. She barely recognized the face, as she had only seen it in a flash, but it registered as the man who had attacked her.
Her eyes enlarge again, and she tensed up her body, in a whispered voice, she told Remy,"That's him, he attacked me, What's he doin' here?"
"Chere, calm down, its Remy's brother, Henri, he didn' mean to attack ya, he jus' thought y' were an assassin." Remy tried to calm her by smoothing her soft hair between his fingers, but his words only seemed to aggravate her further.
"He's your brother, then why is he all beat up, is there someone else out there?"
"No, cherie, Remy did dat to him, he saw what he done to y', and fel' yo' pain, and Remy jus' lost control."
Still, his words didn't calm her. Instead they left her with a sick feeling in her stomach. Remy had beaten up his brother, because he was to mad to see who it was, over her. Over her. He had lost control. Control wasn't something Rogue could ever lose.
Constant vigilance to her powers and proximity were required at all times. Nothing could change that, not even love.
Love. Why did she think of love? Did Remy love her? He had to have to do that to his brother. Love made people do crazy things, and Rogue never wanted to do crazy things like that.
She was officialy freaked out by the example of deep emotion. Naturally, she ran, leaving Remy both stupefied, and hurt, she ran out of the mansion and into the looming night.
Behind her, demon eyes dulled to a depressing color.
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The girl was cleaned, disinfected, stitched, bandaged, and heavily medicated. She slept peacefully now, on an ocean of soft cottons and feathery pillows. Though she had coughing fits every few minutes, she never woke up out of her drug-induced slumber.
Her fever ran high, worrying those watching over her. The doctor had examined her and analyzed her blood, but could not find any positive indicators of any known diseases. Which led him to the conclusion that the girl did indeed contract the mysterious disease that had plagued mutants as of late. This worried him. The disease had no known causes, or cures, or treatments. Luckily, it also had no known deaths. He mused on reasons for the disease, but his limited knowledge of the X-Gene didn't allow him a full view of the problem. He was roused out of his aimless musings though, before he got to tied up in his thoughts, by the sound a heavy footfall coming down the corridor.
This was an unusual sound for the Thieve's Guild mansion, considering most of the residents were well-trained in the art of secrecy and stealth. It could only mean one thing, someone was carrying something of considerable weight. Or someone, which was more likely since they were heading in his (the Doctor's) direction.
With a sigh, he stood up and wiped his hands off on his already bloodied coat. He went to open the door, just in time for Remy to come charging through with a pretty young girl with peculiar white stripes, and closely followed by Jean-Luc dragging a disheveled, and unconscious Henri.
Laying them both on flat surfaces, the two healthy men stared at the doctor expectantly, and then searched for Tante Mattie.
The doctor pointed to the rocking chair where she was resting, and with a devilish grin, Remy went to wake her up while the doctor evaluated the injured and decided that Henri probably needed primary attention.
The boy's face was covered with blood and bruises, not to mention it looked as though his left arm was broken. Promptly, he silenced himself from the rest of the group, and began his work.
A feather under Mattie's nose always woke her up with a start, a fact that Remy had known from the age of 10. Though he had no feather, he used a small bit of string to get the tickling effect. Mattie's eyes sprung open immediately, but for once Remy had an excuse handy, and pointed to Rogue before Mattie could even get a word of anger out. She did, however, manage a glare before going to the hurt Rogue and inspecting her bandages and wounds.
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A few hours later, Rogue awoke as a patch of light flitted across her eyes. She groggily opened them up, and after adjusting to the onslaught of light glimpsed a certain Cajun dancing the light from a flashlight into her eyes. She sat up quickly, intending to beat him over the head with the light, but was stopped from the sudden slice of pain across her neck. She reached up quickly to grab her neck, but only succeeded in irritating the wound more as the gauze that covered it moved across it.
It took her a moment, but she soon remembered the cause of the pain- her run-in with the man in the backyard. She looked at Remy with a fearful look on her eyes, not knowing that the man had been discovered to be his brother.
He ran to her side in gliding sort of way he had from being a thief- as if he had just magically appeared there. Putting his arm around the middle of her back, he bent down and whispered in her ear (so as to not bother the other patients), "Shhh, cherie, its alright, no one's gonna hurt y' 'long as Remy is here."
Briefly, a look of comfort eased her fearful face, and Remy relaxed, knowing she felt safe in his arms.
The look soon passed however, as she caught sight of the man lying in the bed next to her. She barely recognized the face, as she had only seen it in a flash, but it registered as the man who had attacked her.
Her eyes enlarge again, and she tensed up her body, in a whispered voice, she told Remy,"That's him, he attacked me, What's he doin' here?"
"Chere, calm down, its Remy's brother, Henri, he didn' mean to attack ya, he jus' thought y' were an assassin." Remy tried to calm her by smoothing her soft hair between his fingers, but his words only seemed to aggravate her further.
"He's your brother, then why is he all beat up, is there someone else out there?"
"No, cherie, Remy did dat to him, he saw what he done to y', and fel' yo' pain, and Remy jus' lost control."
Still, his words didn't calm her. Instead they left her with a sick feeling in her stomach. Remy had beaten up his brother, because he was to mad to see who it was, over her. Over her. He had lost control. Control wasn't something Rogue could ever lose.
Constant vigilance to her powers and proximity were required at all times. Nothing could change that, not even love.
Love. Why did she think of love? Did Remy love her? He had to have to do that to his brother. Love made people do crazy things, and Rogue never wanted to do crazy things like that.
She was officialy freaked out by the example of deep emotion. Naturally, she ran, leaving Remy both stupefied, and hurt, she ran out of the mansion and into the looming night.
Behind her, demon eyes dulled to a depressing color.
a/n: Review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!