The Xavier Institute for Gifted Children, The Infirmary
4:53 (4:53 pm)
Day 4

Rogue was tired. She felt dizzy and sick, which she guessed was understandable from what her body had gone through the days before. She moaned and clutched her stomach as she remembered the events that had led up to the hour.

The team had made a successful get-away on board their enormous billion dollar jet, the Blackbird, and set the controls to take them all home. Jean had tended to everyone's wounds, giving Rogue some painkillers and other miscellaneous drugs to treat her nausea.

The text subjects had woken up, and Jean had reassured them that they would find a home at the school, listening to their stories with nods of understanding while making notes on her ever-present clipboard, for these were the 'normal' humans turned mutant.

Logan had eventually woken up from his pain-educed coma, sore and grumpy from having his bones twisted inside him, but Rogue knew it was more than that. He was still mad at her for their fight.

She sighed and shifted her position on the sofa, staring blankly at the tv. She briefly wondered if she should go get more nausea repressors from Jean, but that would only prompt worry and maybe a lengthy medical exam, which frankly she wasn't in the mood for.

A cough distracted her and she turned to see who had entered. "Mind if I sit here?" Logan mumbled.

She shrugged. "It's a free country."

He sank down into the far away end of the sofa and took the remote from the empty cushion between them. An awkward silence filled the otherwise empty room.

Rogue got up, still clutching her stomach uneasily, waves of nausea overtaking her and spots swimming before her eyes.

"You okay?" Logan grunted worriedly, seeing her sway on her feet.

"Ah'm fine!" she snapped.

He shrugged and continued flicking through the channels as she unwillingly made her way to the lab to see Jean about some painkillers.