John didn't even think about it. His feet led him straight back to the infirmary. Logan was in there with Storm, they were standing by Rogue's bed. Rogue was laying motionless in the bed. IVs hooked into her arm at various places, a tube was running from her mouth to a pumping machine. Her face was much lighter than it had been earlier.

"Logan…how is she?" He asked from the foot of the bed.

"Hank says she is in a coma. She overworked everything and got over excited." Logan's voice was hoarse, his voice sounded stained with tears. He was holding one Rogue's hands tightly in his own, as if he was holding her from going anywhere.

Storm exchanged a solemn glance over to John, then placed her hand on Logan's shoulder.

"Come on, Logan. She's stable but we need to have to let her rest." She spoke softly.

"I cant leave her! Look what happens when I do!" He bent down and pressed his forehead to his hands that were enclosed around Rogue's.

"This isn't your fault Logan. Don't you dare sit there and blame yourself." Storm's voice was firm.

"I couldn't stop her. I couldn't save her." It sounded as if Logan was straining to hold in tears.

"You did! You brought her here just in time to save her! Logan you did all you could. Now its Rouge's turn to. You need to rest. Come back in the morning and see her." Storm's voice was soft again.

"John! Please help her." Logan asked from his position.

"What can I do?" John asked coming to the opposite side of the bed from Logan.

"Touch her. She is freezing, it doesn't matter how many blankets we put on her she is still cold. You helped her earlier. Do it now."

"I still don't understand how I can help." John did touch her arm. It was almost painfully cold. As if she had been standing in a freezer or something.

"Her mutation isn't completely controlled. A small bit of it has broke through. Please warm her up." Logan looked up from his hands, his eyes bloodshot and desperate.

"Okay." John took her free hand in his and didn't let go.

"See? Logan, he can handle this part. Lets just leave them alone."

"Please do." John could feel a pull in his hand. It was very small, but still there was a pull.

With a little less fight, Logan and Storm left.

John swallowed what was left of his stupid pride and shed off his jacket. If this was going to work, there needed to be some contact.

He pulled back her blankets and crawled in next to her. She didn't immediately snuggle up to him like last time though. She didn't even stir in the slightest.

John's eyes scanned over her face, what had been fever red before was now a faded color. Her lips which had been almost tempting earlier looked a bluish color.

At least she wasn't as cold as when he first touched her. Why had he left her to begin with? No reason more than likely. All he knew was right now, he was with her. He was gonna stay with her until she was okay again. He had too.

* * *

It was the nightmare again. She was cold and alone. She heard voices, but they were all to muffled to understand, which only scared her more. She pounded on all the walls in the room she was trapped in. The answer that returned back to her was the echo of her actions.

"Someone help me!" At least it didn't hurt to scream or cry. Didn't even hurt her to feel the enormous amount of fear she felt. "John!! Logan!! Anybody! I don't want to be here!"

This wasn't like the movies…it wasn't like the shows…she was trapped in her own mind, but there was no one else to talk too. No books to read or anything. It was just her, her memories, and her train of thought.

"John!" She screamed, "I need you! Its so cold! Please!"

She knew no one could hear her. She was screaming to the walls and they weren't responding either.

The voices were getting louder, still muffled though.

In the blink of an eye, she was standing in her old bed room at home. She recognized the situation. It was the day her powers fully showed themselves. The very moment really. She was going into kiss her boyfriend, she didn't even notice what was happening to him. Too caught up in the moment. She watched as he started to lose color; then his eyes rolled back.

In the next second, she was in a whole new place. It was the first time she had met Logan and was riding in his truck with him. After a few minutes that changed into her and Bobby, the second she found out she was pregnant. Next it was Bobby giving her the news she had lost the baby, and she felt the sting of it all again. John coming back was next. It and all the times they spent together. That faded into John and herself. From earlier. He was pulling up the blanket to cover her bare shoulders.

She jumped forward, so glad to finally be able to find.

"John!" She exclaimed as she jumped onto the bed. It was like he didn't even notice her though. "John! Look at me, please look at me!"

She jumped around on the bed trying to see if anything got his attention, but it didn't. So instead of trying to get his attention, she laid down where 'she' was laying in bed. It made her heart skip to see John look straight at her. His eyes burning, it seemed the intensity of them was warming her. Wait, that was his arms around her.

Even if it was in her head and wasn't real, she was here with John. The only place she wanted to be.

* * *

John couldn't take his eyes off her face. The color was slowing coming back to it, even though she hadn't even so much as twitched her lip yet. He was doing everything he could though.

"Rogue, you cant leave. Who am I supposed to talk to? You know I cant stand a single person here. You're the only one who is worth anything." He said as he pushed some stray hairs off her forehead. "Come on. Its not all bad here. I know I can be harsh, but that's all going to change. Rogue, I'm going to do right by you. But you have to come through this for it to happen."

John slowly drifted to sleep while whispering promises to her about how good things were going to be when she woke-up.

Logan woke him up, looking much better than he had the last time he had seen him. His eyes were no longer bloodshot and his voice wasn't as gravelly.

"Kid, go rest in your room. Thank you. She look so much better." He said as he assumed the chair next to Rogue's bed.

Sleepily, John sat up and looked down at Rogue. She did have much more color to her than last night. He didn't want to leave her though. He needed to make sure she stayed warm.

"Seriously, go rest up in your room. Eat plenty. We might need you back again tonight." Logan adjusted Rogue's blankets after John got out of them.

"Am I a heating blanket?" John laughed drowsily.

"A very useful one." A smile cracked in the corner of Logan's mouth.

John yawned and put his shoes and jacket back on. "I'll be back later."

"Thank you, John. You may have saved her life last night."

"Don't mention it." John shrugged and made his way towards the door.

Logan didn't hear him though. He had began talking to Rogue. Telling her to wake-up before he goes to her room scratches her country music collection.

He never would, John laughed at the thought as he walked down the hall.

Before he hadn't noticed it, but he did feel kind of weak. Some food and sleep can fix that though.

* * *

The voices in Rogue's mind were clearing up. She could understand Logan's voice, giving her orders to wake-up.

Well, its not like she wasn't trying. John had disappeared somehow and all her warmth was fading away. She wanted to wake-up.

Everything was so quiet in her mind…so much so it scared her.

She heard Logan telling her something else about she needed to wake-up. The John was going to be lonely without his best friend to talk to him. Thanks Logan, that made her feel so much better.

She started beating on the walls of the room again, trying to find some trigger for a reaction.

* * *

It'd been four days since Rogue had fallen into this coma state. Every night John would stay with her and keep her warm, telling her how much he missed her during the day. Logan would stay with her all day, trying to think of new ways to make her stir. He had even brought in a radio to play her country music for her.

On the second day they took out her ventilator, since she was breathing on her own. Which made everyone take a sigh of relief.

Today was different though, she had finally woken up. Logan looked startled at first, then his muscular arms wrapped around her and hugged her tightly.

"Ow, hurting me." She barely had a voice.

"I'm sorry its just you're awake! You can never do this again!"

"Where is-"

"She's awake?" Bobby's voice entered their conversation.

Logan retracted from her and eased her back down to a laying down position. "Yeah, she just woke-up." Logan sniffed.

"Rogue," Bobby was blurry in her vision. " I need to settle this now."

Rogue blinked in response, also trying to clear her vision.

"Will you marry me?" Bobby had pulled a box out of his coat pocket and held it out to Rogue.

"I-" Rogue started but was overcome by drowsiness again.

"Bobby this is hardly the place for that! She just woke-up from a coma! It isn't fair for you to ask her now!" Logan interjected.

"We love each and we're going to get married. It's the only way I can save her." Bobby took the diamond ring out of the box and slid it onto Rogue's finger. She didn't notice though. She was back asleep, only this time it was sleep.

"From what are you saving her? No one can save her from this." Logan motioned over her sleeping form.

"I'm saving her from having the chance to screw everything up and grow some sort of attachment to John."

"She is not a prize Bobby. If you are going to marry her, you had better truly love her."

"I do."

"Then straighten your tail up." Logan warned Bobby with narrowed eyes.

* * *

When John came in that night something was different, Logan wasn't watching her so intently…instead he was flipping through TV channels.

"Um?" John caught Logan's attention.

"You haven't heard have you?!" Logan suddenly jumped up. "She woke-up! When Hank came by earlier he said she would in and out for a few days, but she is okay. She is just sleeping right now."

The heavy weight that had been in John's chest suddenly evaporated. She had woken up!

"I'm so glad. I was really starting to worry." John lifted her hand to check her temperature. "She seems to still be retaining heat. What is that?"

His caught sight of the diamond on Rogue's finger. It was big and obnoxious and looked horrid on her finger.

"Oh yeah. Bobby came by right about that time. He wasted now time in putting that thing on her. I told him it was wrong. She didn't even really say 'yes'." Logan switched the TV off and shared John's distaste for the ring.

How was he supposed to help her if she was going to marry Bobby? He couldn't keep her warm at night if she was going to be in the same bed as Bobby! She might end up freezing to death completely.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go! She was supposed to wake-up when he was here and be happy! Bobby was never in the picture before! Its not fair that he showed up now!

"John?" A weak voice spoke.

Both John and Logan turned their attention to the top of the bed.

"Its- so good to see you." She yawned.

"Its good to see you too, Cure." He responded.

"Hey," She gripped his hand lightly, "thank you."

"Congrats, by the way, on your engagement. I just wanted to check and make sure you were alive." John turned and quickly made his way towards the door.

He heard her making a gasping sound as if she didn't notice the ring there. Then she said his name, he just ignored it though. He couldn't face her as Bobby's fiancée. It was the final trap Bobby had set for her, and she had fallen into it.

Once out of her sight he threw the red velvet box he had in his pocket. The stupid thing meant nothing now. Bobby had beat him to her. The whole thing had been Logan's idea. Get it for her and she wouldn't even consider marrying Bobby.

John kicked himself mentally for not being there at the moment she woke-up.

"She wants you to come back." Logan was suddenly behind him.

"I'm not."

"John, its not to late. Its only over if you give up, kid." Logan patted him on the shoulder, then took a separate path towards the dining hall.

For the first time in a long time, John felt heartbroken. As if he had just lost the race and there was nothing he could do to change it.

He had to face her though. She was going to hurt herself and come out to find him if he didn't. John's feet lead him to pick up the battered box; then turned and led him back to the infirmary.

She was sleeping again, but there was a note in her hand.

Carefully, John removed and read the crumbled paper, "I'm sorry!" was written in what looked like drunk swirled handwriting.

"No, Rogue, its my fault. Don't worry though. I wont let him destroy you to save himself." John pulled Logan's chair up the bed and took hold on Rogue's hand. He slid the ring off and dropped it into the nightstand drawer next to her bed. "Don't want that ugly thing to break your finger off in the middle of the night."

Okay! So in one chapter, she went into a coma and came out of it. Sorry, but it needed to be done. What did John get her? Guess you'll have to stay tuned to find out! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!!!!!

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