<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://imstars.aufeminin.com/stars/fan/eliza-dushku/eliza-dushku-20050818-63159.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rogue/Highlights Dorm Room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 9th 2:00 am (night of the 8th)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rogue<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Rogue tries to sneak into her dorm room.<br/><strong>wearing:</strong>See image.<br/><hr/><br/>"Ow...Ow...Ow..." Rogue hissed softly with each step, and arm gingerly wrapped around her stomach. Everything hurt. Everything hurt<em>a lot</em>. The mission she had been involved on just two days prior had not ended in the best of ways for her. As it so happened, and as she expected, Sabertooth was still a bit sour over her defection from the Brotherhood. And, by sour, she meant more of the bestial man was still in a homicidal rage over anything he perceived as any kind of insult or act against him, or the Brotherhood. Needless to say he hadn't been very happy seeing her show up with the X-Men and a band of police officers to stop him from completing his mission.<br/><br/>And he had shown her just how angry he was. With his claws. And tough as she liked to think she was, his claws were a lot sharper and he was a lot stronger than her body could handle.<br/><br/>The man had maimed her pretty badly, and it was all her fault. Why did she think she could talk him down? Even in the Brotherhood they had never exactly been close. Her fear of dying, though, had overrode every other fear she had--he had realized the danger too late as his claws sunk into her, as she ripped off her gloves and grabbed his arms. Ten seconds. She had held onto him for ten seconds. Stealing his healing factor, stealing his memories and his rage. Ten seconds. That gave her his powers for ten minutes. The fact that she was still rather sore and in pain just went to show how badly he had gotten into her, even while he had been draining her, before the rest of the X-Men took him down. The last day she had been kept in the infirmary in the basement, isolated, as the last vestiges of Sabertooth's anger issues were filtered from her system. Her temper had been pretty short with everyone, but, they were releasing her now that she had calmed down.<br/><br/>"Get some rest,<em>cherié</em>," Gambit hummed her way, her guide from the infirmary to her bedroom. She rolled her eyes at his concern, the Cajun was incorrigble, and she knew that--"Remy can always tie you down if you need the encouragement to stay in bed..."<br/><br/>There it was.<br/><br/>"Ah'm gonna be fine, Cajun...Now, leave me be." she huffed as stopped in front of her door and shooed him away. The man sighed, but, listened to her for once...Rogue needed a moment before going inside, though. She hadn't spoken to her roommate in days. Not since their fight. Thinking about that still stung. How stupid she had been, what the two of them had done because of it, and the mess that had come of it all. She had calmed down some since then, or the anger had been replaced with someone else's anger, but still...She really didn't want to face Heather yet. Then again, who was she kidding? The girl was probably off throwing herself at someone else. Rumors around were that she was pretty popular with some of the new students already. Or maybe she was petting Kitty again. She probably had the room to herself.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, she played it safe. Opening the door slowly, she tried to sneak into the room. There was a faint click as she closed the door and the latch struck, and soft hisses of pain as she limped to her bed. She didn't look to see if there was a shape on Heather's bed--or two shapes. Or more. She just grabbed the silk sheet over her bed and pulled it off, leaving it on the floor, as she climbed onto the bed and pulled a blanket up over her. She didn't want to feel the sheet that was to blame for almost everything.<br/><br/>Damn it, she hurt so much...But she bit her lip to stifle a groan, and regretted not taking the offered pain pills. Maybe tomorrow she could ask Logan or Laura if she could just...borrow...their healing factor for just a few seconds. If they were willing, no harm no foul, right? She did not want to deal with these injuries for longer than she had to...Maybe a good night's sleep in a comfortable bed would do her good.