Any other time, she would love to hear him say her name. Rogue. Marie. They sounded beautiful when he said it, and that's why it hurt in those moments. She didn't deserve beauty, she didn't deserve to be loved. Her champions in her mind were shouting that she was wrong, that none of it had been her fault and she deserved the best this world could give her, but all they did was make her head ache even more.

She glanced over at his plea but jumped back when she saw how close his bare hand was. Shaking her head, she sat up and started to slide out of bed, limbs trembling so badly that she was sure she'd fall when she tried to stand - but she still had to try. She knew Steve, he would insist on helping her, and it was too dangerous. She couldn't hurt him. Not him, not her Steve.

"Can't," she told him, her voice a raspy whisper stretched between her tears. "You can't."