Rogue lay upstairs on her bed staring at the ceiling. Since Logan's return the new recutes had been round up and had started the clean up of the mansion. Rogue still hadn't told him what had happened and why Pietro had been there when he had returned but something told her that he already knew. After Pietro had zoomed off in fear of being sliced into tomatoes Rogue had attempted to get to her room. She moved slower then normal and the smell of blood was still fresh on her, he knew at least that something was up just not what.
She turned over and rolled off her bed with a thump, and walked slowly over to her stereo. Rogue hadn't noticed though that when she had flopped out of bed she had opened her door a crack. She turned on the radio and blasted the music of 'Getting Away with Murder by Poppa Roach' Singing with the lyrics Rogue sat on the edge of her bed and pulled off her boot to take a look at her leg, unaware of Logan walking up the stairs.
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The mansion was a mess, the students were cranky and there was a fresh six pack calling for him, there couldn't have been a better welcome home, but then there was Rogue. He had smelled it, heard the small crack in her ankle as she walked, seen the look of worry in Pietro's eyes (which he still didn't quite understand) but still he didn't have the details. He walked slowly up the stairs towards Rogue's room, a bottle of beer in his hand. Rogue was like a daughter to him and the one thing that he did get was that she was hurt and who ever hurt her was going to pay, badly.
He was about to knock on the door of her room, knowing that she really wouldn't be able to hear it with her music when he noticed that the door was cracked. I really shouldn't he thought moving close to the crack to see in but then again what if he peered in to see just what he didn't want to. Rogue sat on the edge of her bed her left pant leg of her pants was pulled up to her knee. She was rubbing her foot with a look of great pain on her face this is bad he thought wondering if he should go in. As rogue moved her hands away Logan saw what made him decide, her whole ankle was covered in different shades of purple bruises.
Logan as loud as he could knocked on her door and walked in before she could pull on her boot all the way. She tried to force it in but only succeeding in creating it to throb even more. She let out a low groan of pain as Logan set his beer down on her desk, turned down her radio and sat himself next. Pulling on his biking gloves he had in his pocket he took Rogues ankle in hand trying hard not to put her in more pain, as she told her story.
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She lay down on her bed a pillow under her foot which was now carefully wrapped up tightly and an ice pack over on top of it. On her side sat another ice pack where a man with rings had gotten her the most. She really didn't want all of these ice packs but Logan refused to leave until he made sure that she was okay. 'Strips I guess that it was a good thing that well um' He didn't want to say it but from Rogue's point of view he thought that he had too ' What are ya trying to say Logan?' He looked over at her and said 'I guess that I'm glad that that Pietro showed up' He spat out his name with a great dislike but really he didn't save Rogue's life.
'Yea I guess so' She said back pulling herself under a set of covers, too tired to care that she still had one boot on. Slowly Rogue fell into an uneasy sleep.