WHERE | Med Bay, Xavier's
WHEN | Follows THIS
Remy's patience was worn thin. In fact, by now, it was probably non-existent. Yet Hank was still deliberating about releasing him from the Med Bay. In fact, he was talking keeping Remy there until he figured out what had short-circuited and why Remy was in the condition he was in. So far, Hank had kept the knew knowledge to himself. Apparently no other X-Men knew what was going on, and there might even be a rumour circulating that Remy was contagious with something. Rogue had even been prevented from visiting for the past twenty four hours. The thing was, Remy was relieved by the fact. He didn't want her to see him like this.
He sat on the end of one of the bed, turning a scalpel over and over his fingers, watching the object in frustration. His shoulders were slumped with a mixture of annoyance and boredom. As fond as he was of the blue furry mutant doctor, it was really starting to feel like a lover affair with how much time they were spending in each others presence. Remy drew a line at Hank monitoring his bodily functions, though. No fucking way was he peeing in a bottle. His mind was on Rogue, understandably, even if he was apprehensive about seeing her. It was why, when the doors of the Med Bay opened and admitted - of all people - Pyro, Remy just blinked in surprised from behind the sunglasses he had filched off a kid in the night before with a stomach bug. So what if he was inside? No one generally wanted explanations of why Remy did anything, and it was why he hated being analysed.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" he demanded.