Who: Rogue OT Dr. Moreau What: Questions When: Tuesday afternoon Where: Omega Base
Rogue had been holding off this little visit since the moment she had the thought of going to see the good doctor. She was far more afraid of going to try for a visit then she would ever let on, as memories only seemed to surface from the thought of it all. But he wasn't like that. He wasn't one of those doctors and he deserved a chance. Hell, she deserved a chance. What if he could help her? What if there was another way? Not that Rogue was one for suddenly gaining hope, but it was worth a shot.
She never knew what she could do to even try for control of her abilities and with all those doctors poking and prodding her as they had while she was captive, she recalled some of their snide remarks. But it was the medical ones that hurt more, stating that she would probably never be able to control her abilities whether it was by choice or some sort of defect even if she was obviously defected enough on her own to be a mutant.
Clenching and unclenching her fists, she took a few deep breaths before she knocked on the good doctors door. She was going to give him a chance, or at least try. It was a step in the right direction. It had to be.