"Remy....can you hear me?....hes lost a lot of blood...is he going to be okay?....get the Professor on the phone....Remy...can you hear me...?".

The blackness was gone now and replaced with a bright shining light in his left eye, then his right. He felt someone pull at his eyelids to make them stay open, he tried to help but somehow they just wouldn't stay put.

"Pupils?"

"Um...not, I...but..."

"Oh my God, his pupils are - -"

"Gone. He's leaking blood faster than we can pump it into him, much longer and there'll be more on the floor than in his veins!"

"I know, Cecilia, hes lost a lot but - - what the hell?! Rogue - - what are you - - ?!".

"Move! I WANNA SEE HIM!"

"Rogue you have to let Hank and me work, stop it!"

"Wolverine, remove her!"

"Come on girly...you can't do any good here! Let's go."

Rogue shoved Wolverine back, she had to see him! Then, again, he was in front of her, refusing to let her through, not letting her see him. She had to see him! Was this her fault? Had she driven him to this? No matter, if he died she wanted to see what she was responsible for, other than killing the man...the man..she loved.

Rogue....

Remy tried to call out to her but the cry erupted as a muffled squeak. So weak..he had to see her...Trying again was useless, he knew that much. So many familiar voices but Remy couldn't place any of them. He felt himself floating to the surface, gently, slowly until eventually he was aware of everything; the pain in his wrists was a throbbing ache, his arms above his wrists were limp and tingly, it was hard to move at all but he forced his eyes open to the glare of the bright lights.

His ears suddenly became aware; the beeping of the instruments, the rolling of trolleys across the floor, the opening of sterilised packets containing needles and the suchlike and a screaming, a shrill screaming. It took him a few seconds to filter it out but then it became clearer, more determined and less screeching. It was Rogue.

Rogue.... She was within reach of his eyes but he could hardly see her. The space before him was filled with blurred colour and patches of white. The effort was almost too much but he let himself listen, hear all the things around him, sense the urgency in the air...Rouge's urgency.

"Remy? Can you hear me?", Hank's voice was crisp and close. He could place him now, the doctorly concern showing through thick in his voice. If it had have been any other time and he hadn't been on an operating table Remy would have surely cracked a joke about it.

"Remy, can you speak?", he was trying, God but he was trying. His mouth was moving, forcibly, but it was moving. The sound was gargled, like he was being strangled but it was there and it was loud.

"Okay, Remy, your okay. Your in the infirmary...your going to be all right", Cecilia. Hhm, Remy thought, she was...what was the damn word?! He couldn't remember but whatever it was she was it!

Hands. Hands were the next thing Remy knew. All over him; arms, torso, legs, head. You name it and they were there. He felt relief as the pain in his wrists started to decrease suddenly, it was painkillers, he managed to realise. He had to rub his eyes, they stung with the light in the room, but he couldn't move his arms, they wouldn't budge no matter what he tried.

"Remy, can you squeeze my hand?", a large furry palm clasped his. He felt it clearly enough but why wouldn't his fingers move? He couldn't, he just couldn't! And it was damned infuriating at that! Somehow they had to know, to know what he wanted.

"Ra - - rau - -", if he could have swore he would have. His eyes hurt more now. Blinking with all the strength he had, Remy tried desperately to clear his vision. It wasn't working. The only effect his movements had on him was to make his eyes water. God, he felt like crying, really felt like screaming but knew it would only come out as a strangled sob.

"Is he okay?!", as soon as the Southern drawl hit his ears Remy was thrown into wild frenzy. That was it! He was going to move, he would move!!

First it was a kick of his leg which was met with an enthusiastic pat on the thigh from Cecilia, "Good, Remy, but don't strain yourself, its all right. Relax."

The hell he would! He kicked his leg harder, not realising that he had regained a lot more movement in it than he had thought and booted Hank straight in the ribs. His other leg followed as he tried to get up from the bed. Arms...no, they weren't doing what he wanted yet but they were definitely making an impression. Despite the fact they wouldn't go in the direction he wanted they were moving somewhere; thrashing wildly about and ripping out drips and needles as he went.

"Remy stop it!! Cecilia, prepare a sedative, quickly!", Hank pinned Remy's arms down to stop any further damage to his handiwork, however, it did not stop his feet from kicking at railings and anything else he possibly could to get his point across that he wanted her! He wanted Rogue! Why couldn't they see it?!

Then, all in a sudden woosh, the blackness was there again, drowning him and swallowing his world in a gust of darkness. The last thing the people present in the room knew was Remy's voice, thick and croaky from inactivity, whisper the words, "Non...petite....Rogue...".