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I know, I'm horrible. I'm sorry, I left you hanging with a dying Rogue like that. But you had to know that wouldn't be the end, look at the title. I can't kill off the main character in the first chapter, well maybe, no no I can't.

WOUNDED

Remy was lying down next to Rogue in her bed desperately trying to wake her up as she was thrashing around in her bed. He was relieved when she stopped all of a sudden thinking that everything was alright until he noticed that the sheet over her stomach was soaking up blood. He quickly pulled the sheet away and pulled her shirt up enough to see a deep gash.

"Merde." he whispered to himself. He quickly took her into his arms and made his way to find Mr. McCoy. Remy tried hard not to panic but he ended up projecting his feelings and waking up every telepath in the house, along with Logan who smelled the blood and heard all the racket.

Logan looked at Remy oddly wondering if he had anything to do with this, but then could smell the anxiety nearly pouring off of him as his heart raced. So he snatched Rogue from his arms and made his way towards the medical wing where Mr. McCoy stayed most of the time. But Remy made sure to stay very close by the whole way there. As soon as Logan laid Rogue down on the cot, both Logan and Mr. McCoy turned to Remy and asked him what happened.

"Je ne sais pas." Mr. McCoy went back to Rogue surveying the damage and went immediately to work.

"So you found her like this Remy?" he asked not even looking up.

"Oui." That was all Logan needed to hear.

"How did you find her then?" he asked Remy as he made his way over to him.

"Remy be in her room." Logan rage just went beyond the charts but he had to have answers.

"Why?" he asked him as he slammed a fist of claws into a wall very close to Remy's head.

"Don't think dat any of ya business homme. Dat be 'tween Remy and da femme."

"Well the girl is dying on the bed from a stab wound, so whatever business you had ended." he growled.

"Non, not unless one of us be dead."

"That could be arranged." he growled out as he put another fist full of claws not far from his throat. Mr. McCoy put a hand on Logan's shoulder.

"Look, Remy, we need to know what happened in order to better treat her."he asked as Logan pulled back and walked over to Rogue.

"Remy don't know. Da femme be havin' some nightmere den she stop and she be bleedin'. Dat all Remy knows." Mr. McCoy went back to cleaning up her wound and stitching it up.

"It didn't seem to hit any organs, just lost a lot of blood. She should be fine. You two should go back to bed." The two looked at one another for a moment but then at the same time responded with, "No." Logan walked over to Remy.

"There is no need for you to be here, so why don't you go back to your room."

"Non, Remy have every right to be here. More den you." Logan growled at his statement.

"Look bub-"

"Non, you look mon ami, Remy be married ta dat femme and he gonna stay here wit her." he told him in just as much anger, gritting it through his teeth. Both Mr. McCoy and Logan were in shock and both exclaimed, "What?"

Remy took a deep breath. "We be married, non."

"Since when?" Logan asked in disbelief.

"Since 'fore she come here." Logan figured he had enough for one night and went in search of a beer as Remy took a seat next to Rogue.

"I don't know when she will wake up. You really should get some sleep."

"Non, Remy be fine."