Rogue sat up, reached out... but stopped. She was going to try and help him up, she hated to see him fall like this. But she couldn't touch him. Not even a little.
She reached forward and took hold of his sleeve, feeling the fabric under her fingers.
"Juss like that. The Professor put her in a box in mah head." Rogue didn't know what that meant for Carol. She turned to look at the other bed again.