"I'll kill him," Bobby said. "I'll find whoever did this to her and I'll kill them."

He was angry, scared and worried and now Bobby's emotions were getting the best of him.

"I'm leaving, I'm gonna find the person, I'll kill them, I'll kill them" he repeated until his voice faded away.

Xavier laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Can't you do something?" Bobby asked him desperately. Xavier was the most powerful mutant in the world, in history; surely, he could save her, or stop time until she healed or anything, anything at all.

"As a matter of fact I can."

Bobby stared.

"You can?"

"The poison is our biggest issue right now. Rogue has to come out of the coma on her own. This has been said to be impossible."

Bobby looked down and asked in a weak voice, "Then she is going to die?"

Xavier looked he was going to laugh.

"Die? I doubt it. That nurse described horrible circumstances to us but we know something she does not. Rogue is a mutant. Any human would die, oh yes. But not a mutant, we have means of survival. As you know, Rogue controls all forms of energy so all she has to do is gather enough energy from the things around her so that she creates an amount of energy strong enough to be her life force."

Bobby was skeptical.

"Be honest, will that work?"

"First of all, do you think I am making this up?"

Iceman shook his head.

"Good, then we will go see her tomorrow. Just so, you know, Bobby, when Rogue wakes up she will not be able to leave the hospital immediately. Her broken bones will still have to heal and she may be very weak. Remember, she must wake up on her own, and that may take quite awhile. Moreover, she is strong, I know Rogue will live.

Bobby nodded to say he understood. He left and a thousand thoughts flooded his mind. Rogue would live; his angel would live. She may need time to heal, but she would not die and that is what mattered. Of course, Bobby was happy, he was thrilled, but this should never have happened to her. She should not even be in the hospital.

Bobby felt his anger starting to rise again. Whoever had done this to her would pay. He was walking down the hall to his room when he his phone started ringing again.

"Hello?"

No answer.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"I'm the one."

Bobby was about to get agitated.

"I am so not in the mood right now, who are you!"

"I am the one, I am the reason."

"WHAT ARE YOU TALIKING ABOUT?"

"The devil destroyed your angel. I am that devil. 2204. You'll find me here."

Then he hung up.

Bobby froze up. He stared at the phone. This was the person then; this caller was the one who tired to kill his Marie. Bobby ran the rest of the way to his room and then grabbed paper out of his desk.

2204

In big bold letters, he scribbled down the numbers and underlined them. He would go, he would definitely go. First, he had to see Rogue, which was the most important thing on his list.

The others were already at the hospital; he said nothing to them just walked straight into Rogue's room. This was the first time he seen her since she left for the mall and the quilt he felt when he actually laid eyes what had happened to her was almost unbearable. Casts had been placed on her arm, leg and ankle, there were bandages wrapped around her waist and rib cage and he could see bruises on her pretty, pale face.

"Rogue?"

No answer came. Bobby felt foolish; what did he expect, her to just pop up out of bed or something? No, it would take a miracle for her to just open her eyes, her dark, beautiful eyes that he wished he could look into one more time. He pushed a loose strand of hair out of her face.

"He'll pay for what he did to you, whoever did it. I- I might not come back Angel, I might be in your place next time. I'm scared, you know, to face the one who did this to you. You're so strong, I never thought anyone could do this. I am not scared of getting hurt, just having to see him, knowing that I am looking at your attempted killer. But he'll pay. I hope you get better, I know you will, you-you just have to."

He rested his head on he shoulder. He cried. This wasn't fair. She didn't deserve this at all. Someone put there hand on his shoulder. It was Storm.

She'll be okay Bobby, Rogue is a fighter, she can do this, I promise."

She put both arm around him and hugged him very tightly.

"It's okay to be afraid Bobby, it really is."

He couldn't look at her.

"Is it okay to cry?"

"Always."

Storm hugged him close and rocked him gently. Bobby was different now. His brave, independent, confident self had been replaced by a scared child like figure.

But it comforted him to have Storm there.

Ever since the incident at his house when his mother told him to try not being a mutant (leading to flaming car and burning police officers, Pyro's fault, not Iceman's) Storm had been like a substitute mother to him.

He wanted to stay like that, being hugged, feeling better, but he couldn't. He had to say goodbye to Rogue, he had to find her attacker he had things to do, people to beat up and revenge to seek.

He pulled away gently.

"Thanks Storm, but I want to be alone with her if its okay. You know you don't have to stay really, you can go."

It was nice to have her there but Bobby neede4d her to go so he get out of the hospital without her trying to stop him, you know, from going after that person.

"Alright then Bobby, I'm gonna go. I hope she gets better. Bye."

She left and Bobby turned back to Rogue.

"I love you angel. You'll live, but I might not. If-if I d-don't I love you and I'll miss you. Goodbye, My Marie.