Author: bluebook1496 PM
When Rogue gets sick with the flu in the middle of the night, Logan is there to help her get better. Rated T for sickness! DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Romance - Rogue & Wolverine - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,854 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 22 - Follows: 30 - Updated: 05-12-12 - Published: 05-11-12 - id: 8107019
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How can one tiny word sum up so much? Marie thought to herself as she quickly stumbled out of bed to the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet before she got rid of everything that had been inside of her system. Kneeling on her hands and knees, Marie hung her head over the open seat, waiting for the rest of the demon to leave her bodily presence.
Don't be such a wuss, it's a stomach bug, not Satan's minion comin' after your soul, she argued with herself, slowly sliding her body onto the cool tiles.
Once her cheek was resting comfortably on the bathroom floor, she tucked her shivering pajama covered legs underneath her to gain some body heat. It did no good. Well, I'd rather be cold than repeat what I just did fifteen seconds ago, Marie thought, already diving back into a heavy sleep.
Right before she could enjoy the feeling of her eyes being closed, her stomach did another flip, and Marie moved her head over the toilet with 0.01 seconds left on the clock. And the crowd goes wild. Marie thought humorlessly, wiping her mouth off with her shower towel before collapsing back onto the hard floor. She groaned when her body made contact with floor, and kept groaning every time she saw the world go all topsy turvy on her (which happened a lot).
She was still groaning and lying on the bathroom floor when she heard a loud knock reverberate from her bedroom door to the bathroom. Marie glanced at her wrist watch to see that her clock read 12:03 a.m. Another impatient knock came pounding on her door, and Marie's response to it was to throw her head over the side of the toilet bowl and vomit up what felt like her liver, kidneys, and rib cage all at the same time.
Once she was finished, she sluggishly rotated her face to the bathroom doorway, where a very concerned Logan was standing, his arms crossed and his eyes looking helpless. Rogue gave him a tiny nod of acknowledgment, but soon discovered that sitting up was too much effort for a girl in her position. As she was slipping into blissful unconsciousness, Marie saw Logan lunge from the doorway to stop her from cracking her skull on the bath tub's edge.