Disclaimers: Can it be? … No, wait, I still don't own anything. Darn, they really had me goin' there.
Why can't I open my eyes? was Marie's first thought as she woke up on an unfamiliar surface to pitch black all around her.
She moved the heels of her hands against her eyes and found at least a five foot mound of sand weighing her eyelids down. After spending a long ten seconds unsuccessfully trying to uncover her eyes without the pain of losing a few eyelashes, she heard a doorknob turn slowly somewhere near her. Marie froze with her hands resting on her sockets and tried to gather her wits calmly.
Alright, first we deal with the where, she thought, her mind going back to those "What To Do When You Get Captured" lessons with Logan, and slowly moved her hands away from her face to the surface she was laying on.
Her hands landed on a mattress.
Okay, so I'm in a bed. Can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing... All of a sudden, Marie's stomach lurched towards the sky, and Marie sat up quickly and started dry heaving in front of her body. With a painful cry, she forced her eyes open and saw Logan appear in front of her, carrying a grocery bag with a bottle of Advil and Sprite peeking out from the top. They made eye contact with each other before he quickly put his things on the end of the bed and rushed to Marie's side, awkwardly petting her shoulders and back.
Once Marie finished dry heaving, she leaned tiredly against her friend's torso while she attempted to distinguish the floor from the ceiling. Logan continued to stroke the ends of her hair till he felt she could sit up on her own without tumbling over. As he leaned away from her, he took a good look at her face and thanked his stars that it was him who found Marie, not Ice Prick. Icey would've thrown up just looking at Marie's slightly green complexion. So glad they're done with, thought Logan to himself as he gently laid Marie back down and covered her with a couple spare blankets that he stole from the laundry room.
He walked over to the grocery bag (he was still surprised that the place was open at 12:30 in the morning) and started unloading his finds on the end of his bed.
Fizzy crap, some kind of pain pills, a towe-
"Why am I in here?" Marie said, tilting her heavy head till she could see Logan's face from her, um, Logan's, pillow.
A slight pause before "Well, I wasn't just gonna leave you in your room, what with you being sick". He continued unpacking his findings.
Marie nodded and was content to just sit there and watch Logan place groceries at her feet. When he finished, he took off his jacket and flung it across the back of his desk chair, studiously ignoring the fact that he missed the chair by an inch. Marie let out a light snort and smiled, but buried her face underneath Logan's comforter before he actually saw her smile. Logan shook his head and made his way over to her side of the bed before kneeling in front of her. He poked the spot where Marie's head was buried.
"Hey, Marie. I know you don't feel like talkin much, kid, but I need to know if you need anything."
Marie's glazed eyes appeared over the edge of the comforter and met Logan's clear gaze. "I'm alright sugar, I must've eaten something bad at dinner. I'm honest to goodness not that sick."
Logan scoffed and put a hand to her forehead, pausing before remembering that she could control her mutation.
Not that sick my ass. thought Logan, feeling the intense heat come off her forehead in waves.
Quickly, Logan went over to the end of the bed and opened up the bottle of Advil and a bottle of water, handing them both to Marie.
"I hope I didn't just overdose her," Logan mused out loud while she was swallowing, and received a half-assed swat on the butt from Marie. He chuckled.
"Just kiddin' darlin', just kiddin'".