Chapter Five
"Rogue, I'm afraid we have some bad news," Ryan walked into his surgery, Kayla close behind. They both looked slightly upset.
Rogue didn't take her eyes off the white ceiling she was staring at. She was still trying to figure out who that red-eyed guy in her memory was. The ceiling was so white; it made her forget everything except the red-eyed handsome so-called 'Cajun'
Rogue sighed, shifting uncomfortably in her new clothes. They were actually Kayla's. It consisted of a slightly loose pair of jeans, since Kayla was slightly plumper than Rogue, a pale green t-shirt, and a loose red sweatshirt. It wasn't to Rogue's style, but it prevented anyone from touching her bare skin
"What do ya'll want?" she drawled in her strong Southern accent, eyes not leaving the ceiling, mind not leaving the Cajun.
"Rogue, if you would just look at us. As I said, we have bad news and it would be better if you gave us your full attention," Ryan answered, stiffly.
Rogue sighed, sat up and looked at them both. Ryan and...and... "Darn! Ah forgot that gal's name!" Rogue thought angrily to herself. She had been forgetting little things lately. It was really pissing her off.
"An' you are?" she asked the grown woman. The woman sighed sadly and looked away.
Rogue looked from her to Ryan. They both looked grave and sober. As if someone had died. Rogue's eyes hardened and her eyebrows furrowed.
"What's thah problem?" she asked quietly. Ryan sighed and stepped forward.
"You, Rogue. You have amnesia," he sighed. Rogue's eyes widened and then narrowed.
"Is this some kahnd of lame joke? Coz' ah ain't fallin' for it," she commented and as soon as she said the last six words, she was hit with another memory.
Flashback
"Come on chere! Go on one date wit' me. Remy promise yo' won' regret it," Remy compromised, following a pissed-off Rogue around the swimming pool. Rogue growled and turned round to face him.
"Now listen here, yah low-lahfe thief! Ah ain't goin' on a damn date with yah! Can yah not get that through yah're thick skull?" she exclaimed. Remy grinned.
"Non, chere. But, maybe yo' can help dis low-life t'ief?" he proposed, in a deep voice.
Rogue's frown deepened and she continued to step back. Then, she ran to him with her arms outstretched. Remy thought she was going to hug him so he held out his arms. Instead, she just placed her hands roughly on his chest and pushed him into the pool. Remy cried out as he hit freezing cold water.
"Ah ain't fallin' for your tricks," Rogue commented, brushing off her hands.
End of Flashback
Rogue came back to earth by Ryan shaking her shoulders frantically.
"Get off me!" she exclaimed, pushing him away. He jumped back flexibly. Kayla walked towards Rogue slowly. Rogue was fuming because again she had experienced some sort of flashback in which she knew who that guy was and now she didn't.
"AGH!" Rogue grumbled loudly as Kayla tried to place her hand on her shoulder.
"Are you all right? You seemed to go into some sort of trance." Kayla said soothingly. Rogue folded her arms huffily.
"Ah'm fahne!" she said through clenched teeth. Kayla cleared her throat at which Ryan sighed again.
"Rogue. This is not a joke. You have amnesia!" he said sternly. Rogue looked at him.
"Oh really? Ah, have amnesia? Raght, ah have amnesia. Yet, ah still know mah name, mah secrets, mah abilities and mah past," she snapped at him. He sighed loudly again, massaging his temples.
"Tell me, Rogue. What happened before you fell unconscious under the water?" he challenged. Rogue racked her brains desperately for an answer. There was none. She couldn't remember! She had amnesia. For sure.
"Raght, okay. So ah have amnesia. Then whah did ah only forget what happened before ah fell unconscious? How come ah know mah name and othah personal details?" she retorted, fighting the fact that she had amnesia.
"We think it's because...um...because Kayla tapped into your brain while you were unconscious and that triggered some dormant brainwaves to react to her probing and while pushing her mind out, pushing your earlier memories out as well," Ryan explained quickly.
Rogue's jaw dropped and she stared accusingly at Kayla, who shifted uncomfortably.
"That's thah biggest load of bullshit ah've evah heard!" she yelled. Kayla coughed lightly.
"Rogue, it's..." she began but was cut off by Rogue's sudden scream of pain. Rogue fell to the floor, clutching her head and screaming.
"Agh!!!! He's...he's...," she gasped, repeating the same words all over again.
"Who, Rogue? Who??" Ryan urged while carefully placing the still screaming Rogue onto the patient-bed. Rogue gave one last loud scream before passing out.
"Who do you think she's screaming about?" Ryan asked Kayla, sitting on chairs next to the patient bed. "Maybe the boy she screams for every night when I do my rounds," Kayla offered. Ryan looked at her strangely.
"Who?" Ryan asked, intrigued.
"Someone called 'Remy',"
A/N: oooooh! I know it's a lame cliffy but hey, I tried right? Anyhoo, the summer holidays are comin up so I'll be updating faster!!!!!!!!!! Yeah!!!
"Rogue, I'm afraid we have some bad news," Ryan walked into his surgery, Kayla close behind. They both looked slightly upset.
Rogue didn't take her eyes off the white ceiling she was staring at. She was still trying to figure out who that red-eyed guy in her memory was. The ceiling was so white; it made her forget everything except the red-eyed handsome so-called 'Cajun'
Rogue sighed, shifting uncomfortably in her new clothes. They were actually Kayla's. It consisted of a slightly loose pair of jeans, since Kayla was slightly plumper than Rogue, a pale green t-shirt, and a loose red sweatshirt. It wasn't to Rogue's style, but it prevented anyone from touching her bare skin
"What do ya'll want?" she drawled in her strong Southern accent, eyes not leaving the ceiling, mind not leaving the Cajun.
"Rogue, if you would just look at us. As I said, we have bad news and it would be better if you gave us your full attention," Ryan answered, stiffly.
Rogue sighed, sat up and looked at them both. Ryan and...and... "Darn! Ah forgot that gal's name!" Rogue thought angrily to herself. She had been forgetting little things lately. It was really pissing her off.
"An' you are?" she asked the grown woman. The woman sighed sadly and looked away.
Rogue looked from her to Ryan. They both looked grave and sober. As if someone had died. Rogue's eyes hardened and her eyebrows furrowed.
"What's thah problem?" she asked quietly. Ryan sighed and stepped forward.
"You, Rogue. You have amnesia," he sighed. Rogue's eyes widened and then narrowed.
"Is this some kahnd of lame joke? Coz' ah ain't fallin' for it," she commented and as soon as she said the last six words, she was hit with another memory.
Flashback
"Come on chere! Go on one date wit' me. Remy promise yo' won' regret it," Remy compromised, following a pissed-off Rogue around the swimming pool. Rogue growled and turned round to face him.
"Now listen here, yah low-lahfe thief! Ah ain't goin' on a damn date with yah! Can yah not get that through yah're thick skull?" she exclaimed. Remy grinned.
"Non, chere. But, maybe yo' can help dis low-life t'ief?" he proposed, in a deep voice.
Rogue's frown deepened and she continued to step back. Then, she ran to him with her arms outstretched. Remy thought she was going to hug him so he held out his arms. Instead, she just placed her hands roughly on his chest and pushed him into the pool. Remy cried out as he hit freezing cold water.
"Ah ain't fallin' for your tricks," Rogue commented, brushing off her hands.
End of Flashback
Rogue came back to earth by Ryan shaking her shoulders frantically.
"Get off me!" she exclaimed, pushing him away. He jumped back flexibly. Kayla walked towards Rogue slowly. Rogue was fuming because again she had experienced some sort of flashback in which she knew who that guy was and now she didn't.
"AGH!" Rogue grumbled loudly as Kayla tried to place her hand on her shoulder.
"Are you all right? You seemed to go into some sort of trance." Kayla said soothingly. Rogue folded her arms huffily.
"Ah'm fahne!" she said through clenched teeth. Kayla cleared her throat at which Ryan sighed again.
"Rogue. This is not a joke. You have amnesia!" he said sternly. Rogue looked at him.
"Oh really? Ah, have amnesia? Raght, ah have amnesia. Yet, ah still know mah name, mah secrets, mah abilities and mah past," she snapped at him. He sighed loudly again, massaging his temples.
"Tell me, Rogue. What happened before you fell unconscious under the water?" he challenged. Rogue racked her brains desperately for an answer. There was none. She couldn't remember! She had amnesia. For sure.
"Raght, okay. So ah have amnesia. Then whah did ah only forget what happened before ah fell unconscious? How come ah know mah name and othah personal details?" she retorted, fighting the fact that she had amnesia.
"We think it's because...um...because Kayla tapped into your brain while you were unconscious and that triggered some dormant brainwaves to react to her probing and while pushing her mind out, pushing your earlier memories out as well," Ryan explained quickly.
Rogue's jaw dropped and she stared accusingly at Kayla, who shifted uncomfortably.
"That's thah biggest load of bullshit ah've evah heard!" she yelled. Kayla coughed lightly.
"Rogue, it's..." she began but was cut off by Rogue's sudden scream of pain. Rogue fell to the floor, clutching her head and screaming.
"Agh!!!! He's...he's...," she gasped, repeating the same words all over again.
"Who, Rogue? Who??" Ryan urged while carefully placing the still screaming Rogue onto the patient-bed. Rogue gave one last loud scream before passing out.
"Who do you think she's screaming about?" Ryan asked Kayla, sitting on chairs next to the patient bed. "Maybe the boy she screams for every night when I do my rounds," Kayla offered. Ryan looked at her strangely.
"Who?" Ryan asked, intrigued.
"Someone called 'Remy',"
A/N: oooooh! I know it's a lame cliffy but hey, I tried right? Anyhoo, the summer holidays are comin up so I'll be updating faster!!!!!!!!!! Yeah!!!