Remy's eyes widened and he pushed back some hair from his face. He looked back over to Carol. Rogue had her? He'd heard all about Rogue's powers, sure, but he didn't realize they could go that far. So Carol was in a coma... because what was her was in Rogue?
His head was pounding with alcohol and trying to keep up with what was going on. He groaned, trying to reach out to drag a chair over, but his knees buckled as he stepped out, and he tripped. He caught himself on the edge of Rogue's bed, almost on his knees.
"E-Everyt'ing, juss like dat?" He couldn't quite get his legs back under him just yet.