I've got your number #3

River's face was planted in the trench between Logan's stout chest muscles; her nose enfolded in the center. She inhaled his woodsy salty musk and welcomed the rhythm of his heart as it steadied her thoughts; together allowed both a calmness that soothed to the core. His chin rested upon her satiny cinnamon ringlets. Her arms circumference securely around waist; her palms cling fixed to his back, while her fingertips fell delicately in the ridges of his spin. His sturdy arms enclosed her shoulders beneath and overlapped her nimble frame. He held her intensely stable as their bottomless breathes synchronized. Echoed the harmony and tranquility each had found in the cradle of the other. His sympathetic compassion in this motionless embrace balanced and granted a surprised devotion nether wanted, however both needed whether they wished to reveal it for or not. He had forgiven her, and she known that without having to read his mind or hear the words from his lips. River felt protected and secure in the benevolence of his nestle. For the first time Logan genuinely released himself of past years of malice self loathing for the same lapse. It was an emotional cure for ages of unrepaired hurts. He felt amended with himself. The lull of the nestled warmth of Logan's arms gave them both substructures. The invigorating fragrance of pure gardenia suffused the air and a transparent solaced powder blue colored room; the indication that River conjured a repair enchantion. He drew in the soft revitalizing scent.

Logan immediately opened his eyes as smell enveloped his lungs; the stitch of blood rapidly began to seed over the flowery essence. He altered his head back when the moisture soaked his palm. River fought fiercely to magically mend her own injury. However she was extremely weakened from having aided Logan's inborn healing factor against her unnatural cabonadium alloyed talons.

Mutants, like Logan whom have the X-gen, or a regeneration mutation in their genetic code are dramatically slowed when cabonadium is inserted and lodged within their body. This suppressed his ability to cure himself after River's blunder where she practically chopped off his head. Whether he knew it or not, she had quickly reversed the effects on him to correct and heal his blight without delay or lasting damage to his innate mutation.

Without Seun, her ensorcelled amulet her vehemence was gravely exhausted. River unfortunately needed to regain clout before she could manipulate any mystic alchemy. But, there was no time. She kept buried in his chest. It simply felt good. "Of all the days, of all the years and of all the battles; this is way it would seem the universe will take me. Really? Tonight of all the nights, after nearly two thousands of years fighting the Sckrull and the Kree wars; after losing Seun today… In the arms of a stranger; a rather sexy hunk of a stranger, none the else a stranger… Well, it's not the worse way to dead." She reasoned to herself. "He smells like home, my real home not that damn castle. But the rolling green hills of… oh his body is so warm… I need to let Stephen know I have lost Seun, before it gets into the wrong hands, if it hasn't already. Stad! Rivi, it is better to try then to hope!"

Logan gaped at the reflection of her crimson drenched shirt as the sanguinary trickled through the spaces between his fingers. "Nilli, babe!" he blurted as his feelers promptly scanned for the bane. Her body shivered while the delicate blue glow and pristine gardenia redolence proceed to waver. She had held her claret from emerging as long as possible. The powdery blue aura flickered and bleached with an unsettled white tone. He continued to rub down her back until his fingers fell into the three stab wounds he had unknowingly harmed her soft fair flesh. "Damn it. I must have…" His words were stopped by River's frigid fingers when she coursed up his chest. She mildly rolled her head back; trembled again as the cold thicken. She slid her hands up his rugged bust her fingers became toasted by his body heat. She glued her glittery greens eyes to his sea foam blue eyes.

She worked desperately, to project her thoughts to his mind, "Logan, you have to worn the Sorcerer Supreme that I have lost Seun. Can you hear me?", however as her inclination grew her energy abated, the attempted failed.

Her ungloved hand, which unveiled her spiky metal nails; drifted up to meet his warm lips, she was cautious not to nick his olive skin. The other floated limberly to his solid shoulder. He saw the feebleness increase in her emerald green eyes, for the sparkle dimed while she struggled to constrain them open. The chills became more brisk and abrupt. Her cottony pale skin picked up a ghostly white color as her flesh cooled more with each dither. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

The brilliance of blue and ornate aroma she produced became as faint as her voice, "Shh.", River silenced him. She suffered an extended sluggish blink; shallow trifled breathe and mustered up the stamina to whisper. Her slight little body drained; her petite frame drooped in his firm clutch. Logan lifted her unstable icy elfin figure; pressed her tight to his torrid abound trunk, her black heeled boots danged.

Logan examined through the mirror, in front of them; her vital fluid bustled throw his bulky fingers down his elbows and harbored at his feet. He felt for the three stab clefts. Then blocked the gashes with three digits, she groaned while he tested the depth of damage. It was grim! "Logan I'm…," River scarcely audible, ever to his profoundly keen ear.

Her aura now a somber grayish tone; her scent more a mix of rosemary and gardenia, both hovered in close proximity, no longer fanned throughout the building as she wrestled her sorceress conjures to heal her failed body. She had unsuccessfully floundered and she knew it was futile.

"Hush; now, I know. We need ta get ya all fix up here, Hun." Logan's bloody thumb buttoned her month. She rapidly grew weaker with each bitter tremor; his eyes darted around the room. He needed to think fast and stop the sanguine fluid before she perished. The gore pooled horrendously below. Her respiration diminished. The faint grayish tone and rosemary and gardenia depleted faster. He inhaled, noted the fade and beckoned, "Stay with me Darl'n, stay with me!" as he kneeled to the floor, all at once her splendor was completely done and entire physique collapsed. "River! River!" Logan called out. She did not answer nor respond, "Sonvua".

He known she wasn't a goner yet, he could still here her heart, faintly. On his knees, he held her in one hand; the other removed his jacket, balled it for pillow to lay her head. Logan rolled her onto her belly, her shirt and jeans soaked scarlet. Hastily, he tore the back of her shirt off, palmed her pockets for the lighter then yanked a knife from her boot. He heated the blade, "This is going to hurt, Darl'n." He related as he branded the furrows to a seal. He sucked air in through his teeth; he never liked the reek of burned skin. She did not flinch nor moan. "I am sorry, Darl'n." He confessed while he clogged the last kerf. This time he felt her body release when she gasped for air. "She's a tough cookie", he thought to himself when he effortlessly scooped her limp pitiful frame off the burgundy stained bottom of the room. He left the jacket, dagger and lighter where they lay on the restroom tile.

Logan immediately stood; attentively gathered her bleak bantam body carried close to his naturally thermic chest. While he carted her effete figure, and wondered to himself, "How a pint-sized gal could pump enough blood to form such a humongous puddle on the ground; I hope she makes it thought the night. I don't need any more guilt from anther careless death on my hands." Heavy-heartedly he headed to the stair well, were he saw the bed and breakfast sign earlier. His brown boots discarded garnet prints which evanished at his gait on the dark wooden steps.

Once at the top of the stairs Logan placed his face over hers, and grabbed a key off the wall behind the desk. His face warmed hers. Cheek to cheek he verified River's breathe on his earlobe and took appreciation in her struggle. "She anit no wilt'n flower." Logan assured himself while he winced to open to the room.

" Hang in there, Nilli." He pleaded when he hurled the covers and prudently settled her in, careful not to bump her scorched skin. Pulled off her leather boots one by one, Logan smirked at two sabers as they crashed to the floor from her left boot then two blades from the right. "Little banderilla", he commented aloud then covered her. Tenderly tilted her head to the left; shifted her now blood soaked curls behind her ear. "You know, this is not exactly how I hoped this night would go. I have to admit, gettin ya in ta bed was on my agenda, but I expected a little more action outa ya." Logan joked and searched for a reaction. River gave a very slight minuscule coil to her mouth; he smiled and affectionately brushed her cheek. "Dat a girl!" he chuckled. Slipped his broad hands beneath the covers, caressed and massaged her feet, pursed up her legs to aid her circulation. Progressed forward to her back and arms, he persisted until the pink of his touch was seen on her fair skin.

Logan sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers throw his thick black hair, "Shit! I'm no doctor." He muttered aloud; stood and patted himself down for his cell phone. "It's in my jacket!" He glanced down at River, "I'll be right back up." Squeezed her then darted through the door.

Logan bolted; his feet sparsely skimmed the stairs. He raced to the Lady's room to access his phone, which was in his jacket. When he stooped and plucked his soggy coat from the ensanguined quagmire his attention drew to the window. He detected a semi-truck as it barreled down the roadway, directed toward the tavern. He flopped the blood-soaked garment back to the floor after. "Let's hope it keeps going." He grumbled to himself. Logan flipped off the open sign and all the lights in the bar. Then he cantered back to the restroom. Stroked his beard at the sight of River's blood puddle and sighed; rubbed his neck a bend to grab his jacket. He pulled out his phone as he dialed for Hank back at the mansion, the truck come closer.

"Come on! Come on, Dammit! Hank, answer the damn phone!" Logan grouched impatiently. He caught a glimpsed of his crimson colored arms and shirt in the mirror. "Grrr!" he shook his head in disgust of the whole ordeal, slammed the bathroom door on his way to the hall. "Damn it Hank! Pick up!" he gripped aloud as he paced.

"Hello! Logan! It's 4:30 am!" Hank finally answered the phone.

"Can it! Look, I need your help. What should… I've got a die'n woman, mutant on my hands. Hank! Are you there? Hello!" Logan snapped.

"Well, yes Logan. I was just listening to get…"Hank responded in his usual calm tranquil tone.

"So listen faster! I'm not sure she'll make it through the night! What do I need ta do? How fast can you get here?" Logan snarled. Has Hank began to talk, Logan watched out the window while the semi-truck pulled up. Its head lights beamed through the front picture window. "Sonvua… I can't believe this!" Logan growled and ducked under the bar. The lights and engine shut off. Hank still talked as Logan lower the phone and peeked around the side.

"Well, Logan first I need to know where you are, then what's the problem. What happened? What's killing her? Did you stab her on accident?" Hank began to question. "Logan, I don't understand… I can't help if I …Logan! Are you there?" Hank pried confused. Logan hung up the phone when the truck door opened then closed.

"Sonvuabitch!" Logan muttered when he heard the tavern door open and then slam closed. "Shouldva locked the damn door James!" He thought to himself. The footsteps advanced; the gait was small and quick. "It's a woman." He thought to himself, "Once she sees the blood on floor, she'll flee for sure." He stayed motionless; listened and waited in the shadow.