Chapter 6

Remy stopped dead in his tracks towards the person who was feeling so much pain and anger. He'd been running towards them, when suddenly he felt surprise, then nothing. "Merde!" If whoever the suicidal idiot was actually died and Rogue had been close to them Remy would… well, apparently he'd arrived A cabin had just come into view, it probably had about 3 rooms and it was fairly well made. It sunk in that the person was probably inside and he didn't have much time left to save them.

Quickening his pace, Remy briefly wondered why someone would do something like that. Then he reminded himself it was easier not to get involved with other people's problems. He got to the cabin, went in, and was suddenly filled with foreboding. Shaking off the idea of just leaving and forgetting all of this, he continued till he saw a girl crumpled on the floor. She was about 5'7'' and looked a lot like Rogue, only this girl had 2 white streaks in her hair. There was a ton of blood still coming from her left wrist. At least the blood and water weren't separating so she was still alive. He bent down and, without turning her over, grabbed the girl's wrist to take her pulse. It was weak, and she needed medical attention soon. Remy decided to turn the girl over. She didn't look like she'd weigh too much, and he needed to know what the chances were that he'd be able to carry her. When he turned her over her nearly had a heart attack. The girl was Rogue. There was no way in hell he was taking her back to the place she'd been when she decided to do this. Sure, he didn't know the story, but still, this was Rogue. Remy wasn't about to risk her trying to do this again. Now he had to grab her and run. For the first time in his life he wished he had a car so it would be easier to drive her somewhere safe. He knew about her powers, and knew she couldn't go to a hospital so his only option was to try to stop the bleeding and hope she'd be alright. He tore off a strip of cloth from his shirt and wrapped it around her wrist. It wasn't great but it was the best he could do until she was back at his apartment. He used the fireman's hold since it involved less risk of skin-to-skin contact (it hadn't sunk in that he'd taken her pulse and been fine, nor did he want to take risks at the time) and ran as fast as he could to his bike.

Putting an unconscious girl onto a motorcycle and making sure she didn't fall off while moving the bike back to the street proved to be a difficult task. It took 20 minutes to do and she almost fell off twice. By the time he'd managed to get on and have some confidence she wouldn't fall off it had been half an hour and Remy was scared out of his mind. He blamed her for that, for his recent insanity. She must be doing something to me, he reasoned, because sane I'd never worry this much about anyone but me. Biting his lip as it occurred that blood could get on his baby, he went off at 85 mph and rising. By the time he reached his apartment the mph was 125 and it had been 1 hour and 5 minutes since they'd got to his bike. His poor, poor baby had dried blood spots, but they could be washed off. Now all he had to do was get Rogue to his room unnoticed, find a first aid kit, and see how long it took for the girl to regain consciousness. It was a good thing everyone in the damn apartment complex were oblivious.

After getting to his room and locating the first aid kit and wrapping her wrist in a ridiculously long strip of gauze, Remy laid Rogue down on his bed and sat on the edge just waiting. Realizing he hadn't checked to see she was alive since at the cabin, Remy saw the gentle rise and fall of her chest. He ended up falling asleep watching it, and had horrible nightmares about Rogue driving his baby and crashing into a tree resulting in the destruction of both Rogue and his Valkyrie Rune. He was sleeping fitfully when Rogue slowly began to regain consciousness.