Saving Him From Myself

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(Rogue's POV)

Silence and blackness of night...that's all I can sense.  Cold and alone.  What was I doing, why am I trapped in my subconscious?  It feels like an eternity; will I be here forever?

Wait, I hear something...

"...are both ok now! ROGUE!"  Sting?? I hear you!  Why can't I see you or move? 

I feel warmth around me... Sting!  I know you are there!  I can feel you and hear you!  Why do I smell blood?  What is going on??  NO!  Where did you go?  I can't hear you anymore!  STIIIIIIIIIIIING!

In that moment, I could see again and remembered where we were and the horror we had been through.  I looked frantically around for Sting and found him collapsed on the floor across the room, laying in a pool of blood.  Did I do that to him I panicked as I ran to him. 

"STING!  WAKE UP!  PLEASE!"  I begged as I held him and sobbed. 

"Rogue, you're back... Sting said quietly, reaching up his hand to my face.  "Don't cry Rogue, I'll be ok.  Let's get the hell outta here!"

I held Sting tightly and cried.  "I'm so sorry I hurt you!"

"No!  It wasn't you!" You did everything you could, and you fought the darkness to come back to me!  You are amazing!"  As he said that, he closed his eyes and passed out.  His blood-soaked face was so pale. 

"Hold on Sting!  I'm going to get you help!

I lifted Sting in my arms and ran out of there to find a healing mage. 

Once out of the house, the light of dusk was almost blinding, after being held in that dark room for what must have been several days. 

 

A passerby saw us and immediately called for help.  Within minutes, a team of healing mages arrived and started treating Sting.  I fell to my knees and cried.  My head was hazy, I then got really dizzy, I closed my eyes and fell to the ground.