[ Action, Voice ] Queen of Clubs

[touchofrogue]

[Kurt's still gone. It's been almost ten days. And they still have him.

And there's nothing she can do.

But it has got her thinking about someone else she hasn't seen in a while. And while she's far too proud to just out and out ask... there is some bait that she knows Gambit can't refuse. Her drawl's a bit thicker than normal for this part

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[onebluebamf]

[On her way home, over head there is the familiar popping sound of Kurt BAMFing into existence on a roof above. But there is no grace or balance in his movements and it's almost as if he teleported in the middle of being tossed around, as he immediately stumbles. He trips and falls off the roof and before he hits the ground, he teleports again, a foot above the ground, where the rest of his fall is concludes quite painfully. He makes an attempt to push himself back up, but it's only a token effort and ends up back in the same position, in a puddle of mud and water.]

[touchofrogue]

[Rogue drops her bag and runs towards him.] Kurt!

[onebluebamf]

[Huh? That's a familiar voice. He manages to at least get his face out of the mud. Not quite opening his eyes, because he's well aware that will result in it getting wet and muddy.]

Rogue?

[touchofrogue]

[Bending down and carefully putting her gloved hands on his arms to help him up.] Are ya all right? What did they do to you?

[onebluebamf]

[No resistance here. He manages to at least roll over, but sitting up isn't something he's sure he can handle right away.]

I think maybe I was hit by a truck. [A pause.] Maybe a lot of trucks. [He says this with kind of a faint (if not forced) smile. Yeah, he's not in good shape, but he could be worse off.]

[touchofrogue]

[She looks him over carefully for any obvious injuries.] We need ta get you to clinic. Can ya stand up?

[onebluebamf]

I probably don't want to. I'm pretty comfortable here. [Although he's making the effort to get up now. With a little help, he probably can get there. But he won't be walking anywhere on his own.]

[touchofrogue]

[Fortunately, Rogue is wearing her trench coat. She turns up the collar in order eliminate any chance of his arm brushing against her neck.]

An' die of pneumonia? Put your arm around my shoulders. We're not that far away.

[onebluebamf]

[A bit reluctantly he does so. He's not so prideful that he has an issue being seen like this. He just doesn't like being a burden.]

I hope there's a healer there. [Not a doctor. He doesn't want needles, Rogue.]

[touchofrogue]

[She moves to support his lower back.] Ya can't spit but ya hit a healer here. It'll be fine, Kurt.

[Optimism from Rogue: treasure it while you can.

And off they go!]

[onebluebamf]

I'll let you do the spitting, yeah?

[And he's going with her, doing his bit to stumble along as best as he can. He can tell he twisted his ankle pretty bad up there on the roof, but he's doing his best to keep from wincing or making it obvious.]

[touchofrogue]

[Yeah, good luck with that when the person you're leaning on is hypersensitive to the slightest touch.] Should I just bring someone over here?

[onebluebamf]

I can make it. [He puts more spring in his step. Well, not much. He feels like he is, though.] See? I'll be fine. No worries.

[touchofrogue]

Right. Who's worried. [Certainly not her.] Stop that.

[How is she supposed to know if he has any internal injuries? Just stop with the more movement than necessary, not!bro.]

[onebluebamf]

[He falls silent and just stumbles along with her at the normal pace, but after a moment he's kind of staring up at her, a vague sort of half smile forming. And then he 'thinks' out loud.]

Did you know you have really pretty eyes?

[touchofrogue]

[...bwah? And her grip tightens on him a little.] Man, what kind of drugs did they give you?