Rogue's eyes flew open, even though it would appear as if there was no one there. Just a calm, glassy look as all of Josh's memories and powers flowed into her. For a moment, she thought she was Josh. She wouldn't know where he began and she ended. The feelings and emotions that he had felt, were one thing, but the one's with Lotte were hard to contain. Guilt, anger, and pain hit her like a hammer.
She didn't even realize that she had began to heal herself with his powers. It was as if she was flying on automatic. As if her own instincts just acted on their own. Blinking a few times, she lifted a hand to her forehead as she groaned. "I told ya not to touch me," she whispered, not really paying attention as to who was actually in the room.
Slowly sitting up, she still felt heavy, but most of it was the weight of the situation. Her head was pounding, but more so quiet then it had been not moments ago. It had nearly felt as if she were drowning in a sea of faces. She was scared she wasn't going to wake up from such a nightmere, yet, part of her didn't want to. Part of her wished it was her. That she could touch Lotte and find out just what happened. Something in her wanted more then to just mourn.
Turning, she swung her legs over the side of the table, still clutching her head, but she wasn't going to cry anymore. Not right now. She had to clear her head, to find some way of understanding what happened and seperate the him from her. There was too much pain. She needed to get out, but of what she didn't know. Was she really here? Or was she still in her own head? She was too afraid to open her eyes and face the truth, and to know it was all more then just some bad nightmere. Rogue didn't have many friends, and Lotte was one of the few she had bothered to stay around here and want to keep.