The idea of going inside, regardless of how weak she was feeling, scared Rogue. She didn't want to go in. She didn't want them to try and blame her for this. She had been on the wrong end of that short, angry fellow before, and she hadn't even known what he was going on about. Had Lotte been considered one of them? Had she made friends with someone who joined up with people that saw her as an enemy? She wasn't sure what to think.
But as much as it bothered her, she had to follow this through, regardless of what it did to her. She had to know that Lotte was going to be okay. So, Rogue forced herself up on weak, shaky legs and very much hugged the walls as she tried to follow Josh. She hadn't known much about him, but him and Lotte had obviously cared for one another. So, she didn't care that she was left behind. She would catch up and find him. And if anyone crossed her path and tried something, she would touch them, she was that determined.
Hearing him yell like he did, it made it that much easier to find him, and it gave her that much more strength to want to. Had he been able to help her? Of course she hoped, but hearing that desperation in his voice made her believe otherwise.
Finally making it to the infirmary, she stood, leaning against the door. "What the hell happened? I thought she was safe here? I thought ya'll were supposed to take care of her?" Of course, it didn't matter that the attack didn't happen here. That it happened near Camelot, but that was besides the point.
Still weak, she slid down the wall by the door and laid against it. "Why?" she pleaded for an answer, only to rip her gloves off, knowing that they were still laced with poison, she tossed them aside and put her head into her hands.