http://un-gloved.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] un-gloved.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] un_gloved 2010-08-14 06:58 am (UTC)

Rogue gasped softly, slumping into Gambit's arms, gaze flashing over McCoy before it went unfocused, skimming the ceiling.

"Shh," she agreed, lashes fluttering briefly before her eyes moved over Gambit's face and fixed on a point roughly level with his shoulders.

"Shh, petite. Everything's gonna be okay now, Sarah," she murmured gently, soothingly, as the sedative worked through her system.

"It's over. I know dis... don't mean nothin' to you now, girl," she told Remy's collar, eyes dark green and not seeing anything present, "but someday... I want you to understand..." Her words slowed, a little, almost slurred, as she sunk bonelessly toward oblivion. She manged to meet Gambit's eyes, though her lids were hanging heavy and low and she was looking at him through her lashes, even as her head tilted back and her voice slipped away from her. She managed to touch her fingertips to his cheek in what was meant to be a comforting way just before she passed out.

"...I'm... sorry."

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