Her mind was a blur as she felt strong hands grab her sweater clad arm. Random thoughts swam lazily through her head about World War II, bars, snow, Weapon X, X 23, and Sabretooth. Thinking of him released a fury she never knew she had, and she was pretty sure she growled.

Like a feral, wolfish I'm-going-to-eat-you growl.

Her head swam and she groaned, placing a hand on her forehead to stop the bright white lights from boring into her eyes. There was still a hand holding her arm, and now another at the small of her back, walking her somewhere.

She heard voices, and it took her quite a while to realize they weren't coming from inside her head. She tried to focus, see if she could catch what they were saying.

"Rogue? Can you hear me?" That one was close to her. It sounded like Scott.

"...he's barely breathing—I think we're going to need to intubate him, Professor."

Intubate? Oh god, Logan. What had she done?

"How long do you think they had touched?" Long. Too long.

She started losing focus again. She was suddenly in Canada, though how she knew that she wasn't sure. She was picking up firewood, intent to bring it back to a log cabin a couple yards away, hidden by the snowstorm. She was going to cook some rabbit for dinner.

And then she was looking up through water, feeling her legs and arms tied down. A breathing tube was inserted in her throat, making her want to gag but unable to. She choked anyway, the spasms involuntary in her throat. She tried to move, but couldn't.

And then searing, white-hot pain lacerated into her ear, and she screamed.

"Rogue!"

She screamed a bloodcurdling scream, the pain so real she reached up to her ear to yank it out, but couldn't find anything but hair and empty space. She collapsed on the ground, and the vision faded.

She was in the medbay, and Scott was staring down at her worriedly.

"What? Where am Ah?" she mumbled, looking around. She felt so heavy, like her entire body was belted down with ... metal.

She ignored it and got up before Scott could answer her. "Logan!"

Scott grabbed her shoulders, and she realized he had gloves on. "Rogue, it's okay, calm down. He's all right."

The simple statement managed to relax her somewhat. She looked around and noticed they were in one of the recovery rooms. The door hissed and Rogue looked up to see Storm approaching.

"Where is he? Can Ah see him?" she finally said, looking at Scott, then Storm.

Storm nodded to Scott, who released Rogue's shoulders and took a step back.

"Rogue, he's resting right now. We're a bit worried about you, though." Rogue realized Storm was holding a gown.

"What? Me? Why?" she squeaked. That metal feeling was getting weird. She wondered if Logan always felt so heavy all the time.

A stray lock of hair was tickling her face, and she went to reach up and brush it away.

She couldn't.

She looked down and horrifyingly realized that she wasn't feeling Logan's awareness of his adamantium skeleton. Instead, heavy cuffs linked her wrists together and a long chain dangled to the floor, connecting them with her ankles, also cuffed.

"What are you doing?!" she yelled, trying to pull free. Scott again advanced to her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"It's okay! We're trying to protect you from yourself."

"What?!" Rogue back away from him and nearly tripped when she couldn't bring her foot back the entire step. Scott steadied her before she completely lost balance.

"Rogue—when you absorbed Logan you took a huge portion of his memories. You've been in and out of it, and when you're out, some of those memories are causing rage." Storm's voice was soothing as she advanced towards Rogue, placing the gown on the hospital bed and taking Scott's place directly in front of her. "When we were leading you down here, you started screaming and thrashing, lost in one his memories, and ended up breaking a window."

Her eyes looked down, and Rogue followed her gaze to her clothes. She was covered in streaks of blood.

"You healed thanks to Logan's powers, but we were afraid you might lapse into another memory and hurt yourself or someone else. That's why you are chained."

Rogue had been breathing heavily from adrenaline, but Storm's calm voice explaining what had happened helped her gain some composure. Her feet felt a bit shaky, though, and she turned to sit on the bed.

She hadn't lost control of herself like this since her powers had first manifested. She had gotten so used to them being suppressed by Leech's powers that she had let her guard down.

And now Logan was paying the ultimate price for it.

"It was an accident," she whispered. She wasn't sure if she was saying it to them or herself.

"We know, dear." Storm looked to Scott again, and he nodded in quiet understanding as he left the room. Storm looked back to Rogue and used a gloved hand to brush the hair out of Rogue's eyes. "Let's get you changed out of those bloody clothes, all right?"

Rogue only nodded, her eyes transfixed on the floor.