FIC: In Sickness and in Health 6/8
- Disclaimers, etc. in part one.
After their first session, in which Helen taught Logan the finer
points of swearing, she left to find Jean.
"Why hasn't he been moved back to his normal room?"
"His right side is paralyzed," Jean explained, as if to a child. "He
can't walk; he can't maneuver a wheelchair; he can barely sit up."
"I checked him. He can still feel sensation on the right side of his
body. He should've started physical therapy immediately to reprogram
"He was resistant to even the idea of therapy. Besides, the stitches
aren't even out yet."
"When do they come out?"
"In two days."
"Ok, that's moving day. I'll let Rogue know."
Jean stood speechless in the hallway, watching Helen purposefully
Two days later, it was finally time for the stitches to come out.
Marie was nervous about what she would see. She didn't want to break
down crying in front of Logan and upset him. She didn't want him to
think that their relationship would be any different because of what
had happened. After meditating that morning to calm her nerves, as
Logan had taught her, she made her way down to the Med Lab.
As it turned out, she shouldn't have worried, at least about crying.
As Jean and Hank cut away the bandages, they revealed tender skin
dotted with numerous small wounds and larger surgical scars, where
repairs to the underlying tissues had to be made. As she saw the
wounds covering his legs, his arms, his chest, back, and head, she
understood the agony he must have endured, and she felt a white hot
rage begin to consume her.
Erik. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to tear him to pieces, like
he'd done to Logan. She wanted to touch him, to suck out his
personality and torture him in her head for eternity. She wanted to
make him pay, but she couldn't. He was already dead.
Her impotence and frustration only increased her anger. She tried to
keep a mask on her emotions, but it took over an hour to remove all
the stitches and by then, the mask had started to slip. She excused
herself, telling Logan she would see him later, and hoping that he
didn't see the emotions ripping through her.
She had to get away. She had to hurt someone. As soon as the Med Lab
door shut, she broke off in a run for the gym.
As soon as she entered, she attacked the punching bag, hitting and
kicking it until she could hardly catch her breath. She'd barely
noticed when Scott walked over from the weight machine to hold the
bag for her as she beat on it.
Stopping only when she couldn't keeping standing any longer, she
plopped to the floor, puffing. Scott sat down beside her, but she
just kept glaring at the bag, wishing it was Erik, wishing she could
tear it in two.
"You want to tell me what just happened?" Scott asked when she'd
caught her breath.
"Wait... Jean mentioned... the stitches came out today, didn't they?"
"I should've been there. I'm the only one that can deal with Magneto.
If I had been there, Logan wouldn't... wouldn't..."
"It's not your fault, Rogue. I've had the same feelings. If I had
acted sooner... If I had shot before Magneto could attack... I
didn't. We can't go back, Rogue. Ultimately, what happened to Logan
is Magneto's fault. He's dead, and now we have to live with the
"Yeah, but you got to kill him. I just... after what... I want to see
"I only killed him because he didn't give me another option. I wish I
hadn't needed to... Listen, I'll discussed this with the professor,
and it really helped. Maybe you..."
"Yeah, great. Erik was the professor's best friend. How can I go tell
him I wish the bastard had suffered more? I mean. He went to the
freakin' funeral for heaven's sake. How can I talk to him?"
"He understands, Rogue. He doesn't agree with what Magneto did."
"I still have his memories, you know."
"Erik's memories. The personalities go away in time, but the memories
stay. How can someone who went through what he did... live through
what they did to him... how could he do that to Logan? I don't
"I don't either. I just know that we will get through this. Logan
needs you now."
"That's another thing. What if... What if Logan..."
She couldn't bring herself to say it. Over the past two weeks, she
hadn't even allowed herself to think it. What if Logan didn't
recover? What if he was never the same?
Scott seemed to understand. "I don't know, Rogue, but even if Logan
doesn't..." her hitched breath cut him off and he saw the tears on
her face. "You haven't lost him. No matter what happens in the
future, Logan is still Logan, and he still loves you and Anna."
Rogue could only nod as the tears fell.
An hour after the stitches had come out and Marie had left, Helen
entered the Med Lab. Grasping the sheet and pulling it away to reveal
his pajama bottoms she said, "Rise and shine. It's moving day."
She immediately got out the harness and started attaching it around
Logan's waist and legs.
"No more Med Lab for you. You're going back to your room."
"Buh I caaahn..."
"No buts." Helen said, pulling on his right arm as he pushed against
the table with his left to get him into a sitting position. "Meet
your new set of wheels."
Logan looked down at the wheelchair before him, and tried to shake
his head, but Helen was already turning him so that his legs dangled
over the edge of the bed.
"Ok," she said, gripping the harness around his waist. "Hold on to
the bed with your left hand and try to land on your good leg when we
push off. Ready?"
Helen stopped. "What?"
Logan mumbled something that was too hurried and garbled to
"You'll have to repeat that."
Helen backed away. "No."
Logan, bracing himself up by his weak left arm now that her support
was gone, looked at her dumbfounded. "Whuuuh?"
"No. Jean won't be using her telepathy to translate for you any more.
We had a nice discussion and decided it was best to let you talk on
Logan just stared at her. "Whuuh?"
"You heard me. Now are you ready to move?"
"Nnnoo." He tried to explain his reasons again, and this time she
caught a word that sounded like "chair" and another that was
"Oh, I see. You don't want everyone to see you in a wheelchair. You
think it makes you look weak in their eyes."
Logan nodded, relieved that she understood. He started to lean back
down to a prone position on the bed when Helen grabbed his harness
and eased him back up. "Let me ask you one question. Do you think
Professor Xavier is weak?"
Confusion filled his features as he answered, "Nnnoo."
"He uses a wheelchair, but it doesn't make you think any less of him,
does it? He uses it because he needs it. Right now, you need to use
this chair. You're not staying in here and a chair is a lot more
dignified than dragging yourself along the floor to your room, don't
Helen smiled. "Ah, you've been practicing. Gold star for you. Now on
three, you're leaving this bed."
She tightened her grip on the harness and made sure he was in the
proper position. When everything was ready she said, "One... two...
See part seven.