Remy and Marie-Ange in the infirmary

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Marie-Ange goes to visit Remy in the infirmary. They talk, avoid the subject of Lorna and Marie-Ange doesn't entirely tell the full truth about Amanda.



"Well, here I am." Remy said quietly, looking into the mirror. He'd made it a priority to get up every time he work, limping painfully out and around the room. Every so often Madelyn's disapproving face would appear at the window, and he'd wave cheerfully. He needed to know how things had healed for himself.

Even with the cane, the limp was ugly and awkward; each step shooting pain up and down his hip. It always throbbed with pain, even with the light painkillers they were allowing him. Wearing just pyjama bottoms, his whole lower half seemed twisted to him.

Traditionally, you brought flowers, or food to the infirm. But this was Remy and Marie-Ange figured if he wanted food, he'd tell someone.

She knocked on the closed door and peered in, suppressing a wince. It seemed like every time she saw Remy, he looked worse and worse. Though, this was better than the vision. It didn't make it any less awful, just put it into perspective.

Remy turned and limped over to the door, still fighting his body's conditioned responses and using the cane to take his weight. He clicked open the lock and stepped back clumsily so Marie-Ange could get in.

Remy had never, ever been clumsy before.

"Dey got a rotation of red-heads planned? Didn't think dat it was my birthday."

She couldn't help but laugh. "No, if there was a rotation, you would have to have Mr. Marko as your nurse eventually." That was a rather terrifying mental image, actually, Marie-Ange thought. Mr. Marko in a nurse's cap. It was really all she could do to not stare. She'd seen how bad the injuries were, knew what Amanda might do.. this was just wrong. Even the joke about Cain fell just a little flat, trying not to look at Remy's injuries.

It wasn't hard to see her shock, especially since Remy had made a career out of reading people's reactions. With a slightly embarassed frown he limped back over to the chair by the bed and lowered himself awkwardly in it. Marie-Ange took a seat on the bed at his invitation, avoiding wincing at the twisted position his hip forced him to sit in.

"So, if you not one of de spongebath volunteers, what brings you down here to my..." Remy smiled thinly. "suite?"

Marie-Ange shrugged slightly, a long pause before answering. "I think I wanted to see .. that you were alive with my actual eyes. It is not the same heraing it from the doctors." She tried to smile, and mostly succeeded. "I would have gotten you a present, but no one makes plush cajun gators."

"Alors, Remy been meaning to write to de City of New Orleans and get dem to fix dat lack." Remy said, making a grand gesture with his hands. He tried to settle back more comfortably and took a sip from the water glass beside the bed.

"Dey tell me dat you one of de reasons dat I'm still breathing at all."

"They told you?" Marie-Ange asked, but then shook her head. "I suppose they would have, someone would have.. " She frowned. "Until I heard what Amanda did, I was not even sure the vision was going to happen. It is not as if I've seen anything for you before..."

"Dey been dancing 'round de issue, but Betts told me. De thing dat I don't understand is dat you told dem you saw me dead." Remy had spent long enough with Tante to know the potency of precognition. "Dat means you and 'manda found a way to change the future."

"I thought I saw you dead. I am not sure now.." At the time, all those injuries, Marie-Ange hadn't thought anyone could survive that. "The future is not set in stone. Even Tante says that. And my visions are symbolic sometimes. It ... could have been... " She was stretching for some kind of explanation, that was obvious.

"Merci." Remy said simply and gave her a quiet smile. "Believe it or not, Remy not exactly interested in dying yet."

"Bien. I would rather you did not do any dying anytime soon." What was it with her and men and visions of death, she wondered. Nathan, Doug, now Remy... "Or any time at all, really." Marie-Ange shook her head and shrugged a little. Talking to Remy had never been this difficult before.

"I can agree wit dat." Remy put down the glass. "What about 'manda? Remy seen what dat healing takes out of her. Figured dat she'd end up in de next bed after. She alright?"

~Merde~ She should have known he was going to ask about that. "As well as she can be. It.. I am not sure it is my place to explain." Marie-Ange frowned. Why hadn't anyone told him? And not wanting to explain was going to be clue enough to Remy that something had happened "She is healthy, at least."

Remy caught the hesitation. Everyone had danced around the issue of Amanda, and the fact she hadn't come down to see him was an obvious worry. Even as muddled as he was these days, he knew something had gone wrong. She was healthy but what else? In a coma, stuck in a spell? How far did she have to go to bring him back? He'd promised the medlab that he'd stay in a week and rest, even agreeing that he wouldn't do any work or checking up on the journals.

They were afraid that the news would be too much, too fast. They were probably right.

"When you see her, you tell her dat I said merci." He grinned lopsidely. "And dat Remy going to see her soon, no matter what."

"I will, I promise." Knowing Remy, he'd manage to get to Amanda's room, somehow. Or -something-. "I.. I think she will know you appriciate it." Marie-Ange wasn't going to make any assumptions, but she thought that was still true. Even if Amanda was getting odder and odder.

"Bein." Remy said, nodding slightly in the chair. "What 'bout you, chere? Other den having life saving visions of ex-assassins, I mean."

"I am .. trying not to go insane." Marie-Ange answered, after thinking for a bit. "Well, trying not to go entirely insane. I am barely here anymore.." Between school, and training, and she was not entirely sure if more training was a good thing or a bad thing. On one hand, it could mean that she was going well. On the other, it could mean Cyclops was still irritated at her.

"Make sure you have some fun, chere. All work and no play, well..." Remy spread his hands. "Heard dat you dragged Doug down to see Tante."

Marie-Ange couldn't help but laugh, remembering. "It was more like having to drag him back. He wanted to move into her kitchen." Despite throwing himself into trying to write code on the -plane-, he'd still managed a good pout about not bringing the food, or maybe just Tante's spice rack, home.

"Careful. She got a habit of collecting helpers for months at a time." Remy actually had learned to cook during his servituide to Tante, along with shingling roofs, chopping wood, and every other last damn chore that Tante could come up with. "Lorna got some of de recipes if you ask nice."

"Doug would go insane, from the lack of computers.." Marie-Ange wasn't sure how he'd managed leaving the laptop locked in the car in the first place. But better that then Doug's laptop being chucked into a lagoon. "Or pick up a cajun accent, and ... can you imagine Doug talking like you, Remy?" she asked, avoiding the subject of Lorna altogether.

"Bet dat would cause some confusion at night, neh?" Remy said slyly, earning a blush. He picked up the cane again and carefully pushed himself to his feet. "And in dat mode, you can help get me into bed."

"Even with the accent, I think I would have no problem telling you apart..." Marie-Ange said, standing and moving to help Remy steady himself. "Doug speaks better French then you do..."

"Doug speaks French in de first place." Remy muttered ass she steadied him. He slipped painfully between the covers, wincing as his hip jarred against the mattress. As every time, fatigue was starting to catch up on him, reaching up to snatch him back into sleep. "You go keep an eye on both 'manda and Lorna, oui?"

"I will." Marie-Ange said, nodding. Amanda, at least. Lorna was more difficult, but Alex seemed to have that in hand. And she would do what she could, even if it just meant making it easier for Alex.

It wasn't much longer before Remy was asleep, and Marie-Ange stayed for a few minutes to make sure he was staying that way, before slipping out of the room, and back upstairs to check in on Amanda.