Between the fever and her exhaustion, Rogue's mental shields were lowering enough that things were blurring together. She recognized Steve as he stopped at the door, knew who he was to her, but it was buried beneath the need to reach her husband. There was something wrong, she knew it, and she couldn't just stay there in bed when Remy was out there.
"Where is he?" she asked in her broken voice, leaning heavily against the wall while she tried to find the energy to start walking again. "I have to find him--" There was a tickling at the back of her throat and she coughed, grimacing at the aggravation to her already sore throat.
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Date: 2017-02-27 04:29 am (UTC)"Where is he?" she asked in her broken voice, leaning heavily against the wall while she tried to find the energy to start walking again. "I have to find him--" There was a tickling at the back of her throat and she coughed, grimacing at the aggravation to her already sore throat.