Her nod was what gave him the final resolve to listen to what she asked him to do, but it didn't make the guilt feel any less heavy on his chest. He saw the shift in her eyes, though, and he knew if he didn't do this, then the gamble was too high. He couldn't risk it. He couldn't let her down even more.
But then the crack sounded like it echoed all around him, like it rattled him to the very core. He immediately tried to search her eyes, tried to see if it worked, but she was out before he could see.
"Rogue?" Nothing. "Marie?" He wasn't sure why he was asking, why his tone was so desperate for a response when he knew damn well that he had knocked her out, but he couldn't even begin to stop it. She wasn't waking up, though, and he shrugged off his jacket as he bundled her in it as much as he could before carefully picking her up. He wasn't sure how long it would be before she'd wake up, but he needed to get her somewhere safe. Everett might be too far for him to take her there, but he'd cover as much ground as he could while he carried her. She felt so fucking light that he'd catch himself pausing every now and then, as if to check that she was still breathing, but he tried to just rush as much as he could.
"It's going to be okay," he murmured under his breath, stealing a glance at her for a brief second. He wasn't sure who he was saying it for, her or himself, but he just hoped if she heard him he sounded more convincing than how he felt.