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Paid in Blood	By : Wiccamage Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 4134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Four days later, Rogue still had not awoken, despite that she was only being given mild pain killers. She had been moved to the recovery area of the Med Bay where at least six beds lined either side of the walls and there was at least SOME color.
She still had an IV for fluids and antibiotics, but she no longer required blood transfusions or oxygen. The six remaining X-Men all took turns keeping a bedside watch while the others worked tirelessly to find any clues regarding her assailants.
There was still no sign of Wolverine, and the Professor had yet to make contact despite many desperate attempts on Jean’s part.
The local police department had visited to gather the evidence collected by the X-Men so they could continue their own investigation, but it seemed no one was any closer to solving the mysteries of who or why…
Finally, nearly a week after the initial attack, Rogue began to stir in her sleep. Bobby was sitting at her bedside silently playing his Ninetendo DS when he thought he heard a slight whimper.
Putting his game down on the pseudo nightstand, he sat upright, trying to discern if he had indeed heard something.
At first, he watched as the monitors and computers beeped on as before and began to think it was just his imagination.
“Huh.” He shrugged his shoulders and reached for his video game again until he finally noticed that Rogue was staring right at him.
“Holy SH-! The young blonde fell backward over his chair, hitting his head on the small bed next to hers. He scrambled quickly to his feet only to find that her head was now turned away from him.
“R-Rogue,” he stammered nervously. “Are … Are you awake?” He cautiously made his way around to the other side of the bed, keeping a fair bit of distance between himself and the bed. “Can you hear me?”
Licking his lips, he crept ever closer trying to see if her eyes were indeed open. Finally, as he leaned a bit farther toward the right side of the bed, he could see that she was in fact, awake and staring at one of the monitors.
Slowly he walked backwards toward the door before tripping over his chair again and falling to the floor once more.
The noise didn’t seem to faze the girl in the least, however, because she remained just as motionless as before.
“BEAST!!!” Bobby yelled at the top of his voice as he vaulted from the room, tripping over his own feet at least three times before finally making it out the door.
Within moments Dr. McCoy entered with Storm and Jean in tow. Kitty, Kurt, Bobby and Scott were again left outside the room to wait and worry while the others checked on Rogue.
Quietly and carefully, Beast approached the girl’s bed. She was still facing away from the doors, supposedly staring at a monitor as Bobby had described.
“Rogue,” he called to her as Jean and Storm stood near. “Rogue, can you hear me? It’s Henry McCoy – Beast? Can you respond?”
He looked up at the two women with worry in his eyes and slowly crept closer to the bed. “Rogue?” He tried again to get her attention as he finally rounded the foot of the bed and was able to see her staring out across the room. “Rogue? You’ve been through a very traumatic ordeal and…” Dr. McCoy slowly reached out and touched the girl’s bare arm…
… when all hell broke loose.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!!!”
Rogue suddenly screamed at the top of her hoarse, raspy voice and shot from the bed, yanking out IV’s and dislodging every device that had been attached to her small frame.   Toppling over on the floor, she clambered back into the corner between her bed and the empty one on the left, using Bobby’s still overturned chair as a makeshift shield.
Dr. McCoy jumped back in alarm and raised both hands above his head. He could see the wild, terrified look in her eyes, and with her dirty, disheveled hair she looked as if she may do serious harm to herself or anyone else who came near.
Storm quickly came forward and stood directly in front of Beast, silently waving him out of the room. As he left, Rogue’s eyes darted from him to Jean and back to Storm.
“Jean, perhaps it is best if you leave as well,” the weather witch calmly and quietly suggested.
“I can just go into her mind, calm her…”
“No. She just needs a moment. Please, go.” Storm never took her eyes from Rogue’s face as the frightened girl looked rapidly from one woman to the next.
When Jean had finally left the room, Storm knelt down and took infinitesimally small steps closer to Rogue. She did not want to appear to be looming over the girl by standing, but she also wanted to keep eye contact. As she moved, the weather witch continued to speak slowly and softly to her teammate, commenting on the weather and mentioning Rogue’s favorite books and pastimes. She spoke of Danger Room sessions with the other X-Men and the tricks Bobby and Kitty played on each other.
She was very careful to only mention the people and times that Rogue would remember fondly and that had no association with the pain or fear of being attacked. After a long while Storm was able to sit on the floor a few feet away without Rogue reacting negatively, and the girl’s breathing had finally stabilized.
Noting the blood soaking through the hospital gown and pooling on the floor, Storm knew she would need to get Rogue calm and secure enough that she would be able to reclose her wounds quickly.
“Rogue,” Ororo began gently as she inched forward. “I know you have been through something traumatic. Something no one should have to go through.” She crept forward another inch, never letting her eyes leave Rogue’s.
“I know that you are scared and in a great deal of pain, but I need you to trust me. I will not harm you. I am your friend and will make sure no one else harms you.” She was only two feet away now, trying to maneuver around the chair Rogue had used as a barrier.
“You know me. You know you can trust me.” Storm tried to make her whole demeanor seem as warm and inviting as possible as she spoke to the young woman. Finally, she reached out, just slightly away from her body and was relieved to see that Rogue did not flinch away from her outstretched hand.
“Please, my friend,” Storm pleaded quietly. “Let me help you.” She watched as Rogue swallowed hard and took a deep breath, closing her eyes tightly as she slowly moved a trembling hand to rest on top of Storm’s.
With a relieved sigh and a smile, Ororo carefully moved farther forward until she was able to kneel next to her friend and slowly put her other hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“Rogue, you are wounded. Will you allow me to help you up so I can stop the bleeding?”
Silently, Rogue nodded.
“Good. I am going to pick you up now. I will put one arm behind your back and one arm under your knees. Do you understand?” The weather witch spoke slowly and softly, trying to keep the girl calm.
Rogue nodded again, but said nothing.   She tensed slightly when Ororo’s arms snaked around her, but she did not shy away.
“I am going to lift you up and place you back on the bed.” It was a lot like speaking to very small child, or an adult who was extremely drunk and beyond reason, but Ororo knew that the debilitating fear Rogue was experiencing left her in just such a state.
A small whimper and squeak of pain was all Rogue uttered as Storm easily picked her friend up and placed her back on the bed. Telepathically, she summoned Jean in as she explained the situation to Rogue, who was still watching her intently.
“Rogue, I have asked Jean to join me. We need to take you over to the other room so we can close your wounds. Would you prefer if we put you to sleep so we can stitch you back up?”
Rogue shook her head violently to express that she did NOT want to go back to sleep and barely registered Jean’s entrance into the room as the redhead stood at the foot of the bed.
“Alright. We will have to give you a localized anesthetic then – a shot – to numb away any pain,” Storm began unlatching the locks on the bed’s wheels with her foot as she and Jean wheeled the cart out of the recovery room and into the surgical room.
“Do you know where on your body you will need to be stitched up? Are you sure you do not want to be sedated?” Storm waited compassionately for a reply, but instead watched as the once strong-willed, tough as nails woman simply swallowed, nodded and tried to control her quivering chin.
Per Storm’s telepathic request, the Med Bay had been completely cleared of all other people and Jean and Storm quickly set to work with the shots and sutures that were needed.
All the while Rogue lay quietly, staring out into space and trying to keep her mind from replaying all the horrendous things that had happened to her.
Nearly an hour later, Storm gently unfolded Rogue’s legs from the stirrups and she and Jean helped her move back onto the bed.
“We need to get you washed up before we put on fresh bandages,” Storm noted quietly. “Would you like me to get a sponge, or do you wish to have a shower?”
Without saying a word, Rogue let her arm flop toward the direction of the door, indicating she would prefer a proper bath. Storm simply nodded and motioned for Jean to get a wheelchair.
A special, donut-shaped pillow was placed on the seat and Jean was able to telekinetically ease Rogue into the chair with Storm providing a shoulder for the young woman to hold on to. It was, however, more for moral and emotional support than physical necessity.
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Despite being aided by the two women and forced to stay in the wheelchair, Rogue found that the shower helped tremendously in clearing her mind of the absolute terror that had encompassed her earlier.   After 5 minutes under the nearly scalding spray of the shower head, she had finally stopped trembling.
Jean and Storm assisted with washing her hair before it came to the actual scrubbing with soap and washcloth.    Sadly, the hot water and enveloping heat were still not enough to ease her trepidation about being touched in such an intimate way.
Even without telepathy, Storm could sense her friend’s wariness when she brought out the soap and washcloth.   She gently placed the lathered up cloth in Rogue’s hand and silently guided the girl’s hands to help her wash her own body.
There were a few tricky spots – the back, legs and feet for example – but the worst was attempting to cleanse between her legs. Rogue’s hands instinctively froze on her abdomen and she became such a trembling ball of nerves that they could go not proceed for almost ten minutes.
The heat of the shower slowly helped the Southerner relax enough to allow Storm to gently rinse the area, but it was short-lived.
Mere moments after Storm had completed the task, Rogue suddenly bent over the arm of the wheelchair and vomited onto the floor of the shower. Storm reached for a clean washcloth and handed it to her battered teammate as Jean wordlessly sprayed everything down the drain.
Wrapping towels around her shoulders and over her bare legs, the two women pushed Rogue back into the newly cleaned and awaiting recovery room. All the furniture had been replaced and new IV’s and cathodes were waiting on a sterilized tray.
Jean and Storm silently assisted Rogue into a clean gown and lifted her into a fresh new bed before replacing all the devices and needles she had ripped out earlier. The tough Southern belle tried to appear unfazed as she was shifted, moved and poked, but she could not contain a few grimaces, gasps and moans as her body practically screamed in pain with every movement.
As Jean finally tucked a few warm blankets around her injured friend, Storm discretely injected a sedative into Rogue’s IV line. The young woman seemed VERY unwilling to retreat into any sort of slumber, but Ororo Munroe knew that sleep was truly the best thing for her at the moment. At least until she could absorb Wolverine’s healing abilities...
Thankfully it only took a few moments for the drug to take effect and Rogue was soon oblivious to everything else.
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