just_muse_me: 3.1.4.

3.1.4. “Life is nothing but a competition to be the criminal rather than the victim.” - Bertrand Russell

[Follows THIS and THESE]

A medical clinic should never have been a place that phased Chase, but the Med Bay at Xavier’s gave him the creeps and he suspected it always would. Rogue lying here unconscious after her attack was still far too fresh in his mind to allow him to be anything but discontent in this place, and now it was Remy who had been injured on a mission.

The soft beeps of the heart monitor filled the sterile, white room and were met with the airy compressions of the ventilator. Familiar sounds to Chase’s ears, but it didn’t make it feel any less surreal. He put his hand over his mouth and looked over the scene before him. Remy was the only patient in the small hospital-like ward; a fortunate thing to secure his privacy in the wake of what had happened. The gunshot wound in his back meant he had to be positioned on his side and the tubes from the ventilator in his mouth were secured neatly to a frame above so they could continue to function in the awkward position. His standard black attire was replaced with a white, starched hospital gown and an equally as pale hospital blanket was pulled up no further than his hip so the injured area of his back could be easily accessed for examination.

( Logan and Rogue were sitting in silence beside the bed. Rogue had her hand tucked gently around Remy’s and Logan had his arm protectively wrapped around Rogue’s shoulders... )

- Remy [dontdotricks], Rogue [justalilcontact] & Logan [hrtsevrytime] all used with permission. Madison [canmakeufeel] & Flynn [strips4u] referenced with permission. Hank is from my own head and not binding on any Hank muses in existence.


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