A little bit of comfort...
Rogue gets her mother settled in the care of Dr. McCoy and heads on her way. Yes, she has wounds that could be tended to but there are people who need much more medical attention than she does.
And honestly, people sewing her up is a pain in the ass for everyone involved. Invulnerability and her skin make things dicey. Instead, she's gotten used to taking care of herself and having others look her over to make sure that things are healing as they should.
First step is a shower. There is a lot of grime and salt and sand covering her. The water is a dingy grey as it slides down the drain beneath her. The hot water feels good and she almost falls asleep in the shower. She did sleep thanks to Jean on the way here but she's still tired. Still fatigued. Getting out of the shower, she slips into her nightgown.
It has faded pink bunnies on it. She doesn't wear it often because it has pink bunnies on it but today she needs the extra comfort. It is thick and comforting and warm. A quick stop in her room brings her to her bed but after a few moments of staring at it, she instead grabs her pillows and Flower and trudges further down the hall.
He's not here. He won't mind.
She isn't sure he'd mind if he were here but if he were, she wouldn't be doing this. He's not here. He's off... somewhere. She's mostly certain.
Still, there is some hesitation as she opens the door to Remy's room. It is sparse, as usual, but she's not looking for things. She's just looking for phantom comforts. She curls up around her pillows, putting her hair damp head on his and after a few minutes, she falls asleep, the stuffed skunk sitting by her head, watching over her.
And honestly, people sewing her up is a pain in the ass for everyone involved. Invulnerability and her skin make things dicey. Instead, she's gotten used to taking care of herself and having others look her over to make sure that things are healing as they should.
First step is a shower. There is a lot of grime and salt and sand covering her. The water is a dingy grey as it slides down the drain beneath her. The hot water feels good and she almost falls asleep in the shower. She did sleep thanks to Jean on the way here but she's still tired. Still fatigued. Getting out of the shower, she slips into her nightgown.
It has faded pink bunnies on it. She doesn't wear it often because it has pink bunnies on it but today she needs the extra comfort. It is thick and comforting and warm. A quick stop in her room brings her to her bed but after a few moments of staring at it, she instead grabs her pillows and Flower and trudges further down the hall.
He's not here. He won't mind.
She isn't sure he'd mind if he were here but if he were, she wouldn't be doing this. He's not here. He's off... somewhere. She's mostly certain.
Still, there is some hesitation as she opens the door to Remy's room. It is sparse, as usual, but she's not looking for things. She's just looking for phantom comforts. She curls up around her pillows, putting her hair damp head on his and after a few minutes, she falls asleep, the stuffed skunk sitting by her head, watching over her.