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[un_gloved]

As a sort of concession to circumstance, Rogue hadn't spent much time alone, lately. She was always with someone, or at practice or in the rec room. She didn't even sleep in her room anymore, though most of her things were still there. It was the smarter way to play it, and she was mostly used to it after life at the mansion, but her greatest option for being alone was gone, and she was missing it more than ever.

Having passed over a truly spiteful number of books on aviation and a few issues of Superman, she'd slipped A Connecticut Yankee In King Arthur's Court off the shelf and curled up in the corner of the sofa with it. She'd read it when she was first at Xavier's, something the Professor had suggested she'd like. She'd been skeptical. And wrong.

She only made it a few chapters. The jukebox was quiet, no one was watching a film reel. In fact, she was totally unaware of anyone else in the room. It probably should have been indicative of how out of it she was, but she'd missed that, too. She fell asleep, book on the cushion beside her, arms curled across her stomach and forehead tilted against the back of the couch. It was the deepest she'd slept in days.

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[leftwithmybones]

McCoy pinches the bridge of his nose, not entirely sure what he's supposed to do in this situation, but her male friend could probably use some help. "What happened just before she snapped and went off like this?" Maybe if there's a trigger, they can undo the damage.

[un-gloved.livejournal.com]

"Doctor?" she demanded, attention lasering onto McCoy. Her distress level seemed to ratchet up a notch.

"No. No." She darted sideways along the row of sinks to get some distance between them, gaze moving as quickly to the door behind them and back again.

"Ah can't play these games with y'all, it's-" She swallowed, and while her voice stayed shaky and scared her body seemed to decide on resolution and action. She charged for the door.

"It's gonna be a massacre."

[thedevilhisdue]

"Rogue, non!" I grit out, taking off after her. No 'gonna be' about it, it was a massacre, but at least she's giving me something to worry 'bout other den how many different sides of it she's seeing. Whether the doctor manages to hold his ground against her or not, I get de feeling dis ain't gonna be pretty.

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy sets his jaw tightly and looks to the other man. "I'm McCoy, Leonard McCoy, you able to keep an eye on her for about a minute while I go and get something to calm her down?" He's got hyposprays still and if she tries to bolt, he can at least get a sedative ready. "Rogue," he says firmly. "Rogue, I'm trying to help you, okay? You met me once and I don't have to touch you, but I want to help you."

[un-gloved.livejournal.com]

Rogue grabbed the front of McCoy's shirt and moved him to one side, then pushed him back against the wall. She wasn't looking for a fight, or didn't think she was looking for a fight, but she wasn't about to be stopped, either.

[thedevilhisdue]

"I need you to stay put right now, chère," I say, trying not to sound too desperate as I reach out to lay a hand on her shoulder and pull her off him. I know touching's supposed to be a big no-no right now, but I got to keep her attention on me so de good doctor can slip out to do his t'ing. "Just for a minute, nothin' bad's gonna happen, not dis time, y'hear?"

[un-gloved.livejournal.com]

She fought the contact. There were people dying, she had to get to them. But she was scared.

The doctor was there, and doctors were- not good, but she couldn't do anything about him because of Gambit. She tugged reluctantly away from him, not breaking his hold and not lashing out violently, but not play acting at it. She needed get away.

"No, let go- no! Let go of me!"

[leftwithmybones]

It doesn't take long at all for McCoy to slip away and find the hypospray. Too much time around Jim has taught him to always have one at the ready and sedatives are one of the easier things to concoct, especially around here. "Rogue, I'm sorry," is all he says when he returns, long strides to get to her side.

He presses the tip of the hypospray gently against her neck, not giving as much force as Jim usually 'requires', but enough that it'll hit her bloodstream quickly enough. He's meted it out so it won't be overwhelming, but hell, she's not going to be too pleased when she wakes up regardless. "You got her?" he asks, of the man.

[thedevilhisdue]

I give a quick nod, all de answer I'm willing to spare when Rogue's got de croc's share of my attention. "Easy now," I say, still forceful but a little quieter, arms out and around her to catch her weight soon as I need to. "You just hush yourself, I'll take care o' t'ings. Hush now."

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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."

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy glances to Gambit, wary at the reaction, because a plain old sedative shouldn't be doing that. "I want to check in on her every few hours," he gets out with a mild grunt. "You have any place in particular that she'll be comfortable while she sleeps this off?"

[thedevilhisdue]

I know I should be answering him, saving de shock for when I'm alone, but it's too much. Rogue's dead to de world in my arms, visions of death in her head, screaming and blood and pathetic apologies and a scared little pink-haired girl who just couldn't understand, and it's just... too much. Maybe it was stupid, but I honestly thought I'd managed to leave all dat behind me. Shoulda known better, ain't no such t'ing as a blank slate.

"She's uh, she's got a room in de basement," I finally say, playing through de muddle if not pushing it aside just yet. "If you t'ink dat's best, doc."

[leftwithmybones]

"I'll stay with her," McCoy assures, not sure if that's going to be an issue. He's not about to leave and if he is, it'll only be for a couple minutes while he gets water and food for when she wakes up. "But it'd be good if you were there, too. A familiar face and all. I take it you and her have history?"

[thedevilhisdue]

"...somet'ing like dat," I mutter, bending to pick her up properly so I can carry her down. De last thing I want is someone else hovering 'round, waiting for her to wake up, mostly 'cause I'm not sure what she's all going to remember when she does, but I got to think about what's best for Rogue, here.

"I'll stick around, long as need be. How long 'fore she comes to?"

[leftwithmybones]

"I dosed her with enough to keep her out for two hours," McCoy says, decompressing the hypospray with any remnants of air and ejecting the small vial. "I didn't want to put her out too long, just enough to calm her down." He glances up at Gambit warily. "That will be long enough to calm her down, right?"

[thedevilhisdue]

I wish I could say for sure, but it ain't like I got much more experience den he does. I've known Rogue wit'out her powers a hell of a lot longer den I knew her wit' em, after all. Still, she was calm enough de last time she woke up, even if she t'ought she was my wife at de time.

"Guess we gon' find out soon enough, mon ami."