The drip drop of the rain on the tarmac is the only sound
Logan hears as he walks. The unbearable weight in his hands
pushes him to his limit. The hardest part is carrying her
limp form.
Mere minutes ago Logan was driving with Marie, both laughing
at something. He can no longer remember what was so
funny. He had a feeling that letting Marie drive in the
storm wasn't the best idea. However he didn't argue
because it was her Jeep Cherokee.
Now in the present his body is shaking because of what
the accident has done to Marie. He can't help the tremble
of his heart. This should not have happened. If only it
had been him who was hurt. Everyone would be okay and
he would've healed instantly.
Passing through the mansion's gates he goes straight to the med lab, ignoring the looks from the residents. He was soaked to the bone and didn't give a rat's ass. All
that mattered was getting Marie healed by Jean.
"Logan, what happened? Is she alright?"
Logan didn't even see the Beast approach them. Not bothering to stop he replied,
"We need to get her to Jean."
Nodding he followed the two into the elevator. The door
didn't seem to close fast enough for Logan so he swore
at it. The blue fur ball just ignored the cursing.
Finally the door swished close.
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