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CHAPTER 10

"Nice job, Wolverine," Gambit mocked. "Guess we're stuck sleeping in the waiting room, eh?"

"Guess so," Logan murmured, not appeased.

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Gambit and Logan both retreated back to the waiting room. Gambit passed out immediately, but Logan stayed awake. It was four AM when he realized that the whole waiting room was empty and the only sound he could distinguish was of the nurses yelling to each other in the other hall.

Gambit snored a bit in his sleep, and Logan stood up. He felt horrible about nearly making Blair cry. It wasn't right of him to treat her 'friend' so harshly.

So Logan went down the whitened hall way once again, stood outside Blair's door, knocked, waited, but no reply came. He figured Blair was either asleep or ignoring him. He let himself in after waiting for five minutes with absolutely no noise.

The first thing Logan heard when he entered the room was Blair shuffling under the covers. Her whole body was shielded by the fuzzy blanket, but she was sitting up straight, so she was awake.

The second thing he heard was sobs. Quiet, muffled sobs coming from under the blanket, so that meant no one other than Blair. She was crying? STILL? It had been two hours since he'd been in the room…she couldn't still be crying, could she?

Logan didn't know what to say or do. Pull the covers off of her? No. Tap her on the shoulder? No…. So in the end he decided to just whisper, "Um, Blair? Are you okay?"

Blair gasped a little and didn't remove the covers from her head. "Uh…L-Logan?" she stammered, her voice cracked. "I'm all right. Just can't sleep…."

"You don't sound all right," Logan responded immediately, taking a seat next to Blair's bed. "You were crying. What's wrong?" He was trying his best to sound indifferent, but it wasn't working out too well….

"I was not crying," Blair said harshly, her voice still hoarse and muffled. "I was just…uh…sneezing…."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Right," he said shortly. "No, seriously, what's the matter? Listen, if I really upset you that much I…ugh…I'm sorry. Okay?" Logan struggled to say.

"Wow, you really sound like you mean it," Blair snorted.

"I just…don't say sorry much. All right? Anyway, what's wrong? Come on," Logan persisted, still trying his hardest to sound indifferent.

"It's nothing. And you didn't make me cry…I…I cry all the time at night, okay?" Blair admitted quietly.

"What? Why?" Logan replied caringly, dropping his attempt to sound indifferent.

"My parents," Blair replied softly.

"Oh…right," Logan said sadly. "Sorry about that…but you shouldn't cry. It's not your fault…."

Blair shook her head under the covers. Suddenly, her voice cracked completely and she began to sob again. "I k-know!" she shouted hoarsely. "But y-you don't know what I said to my mom before she and my dad died…."

"Oh…what?" Logan responded.

"Like you care. You don't care about anyone, if you haven't noticed," Blair reminded him, still sobbing endlessly from under the covers.

"Just tell me," Logan muttered, shaking his head shamefully.

"No. Go back to bed, Logan," Blair mumbled sharply.

"I'll go back to bed if you tell me why you were crying and what you said to your mom before she died," Logan persuaded her. "Otherwise I'll sit in this room all night."

Blair groaned a little and shoved the covers off herself. She looked horrible once the soft lighting from lamp on the bedside illuminated her face. Her eyes were puffy and red, and her hair raven black hair was sticking up in all directions around her face.

"Nice hair," Logan said, chuckling softly.

Blair didn't smile. "D-do you want to know what happened or not?"

Logan's smile vanished and said, "Yeah. Go ahead." He crossed his arms over his chest and his smile reappeared but rather weakly.

"Well…ah…my p-parents were on their way back from court. They were settling some divorce arrangements. I was going to live with my mom, although I wanted to live with my dad," Blair explained, her voice and lip trembling uncontrollably.

"All right…" Logan nodded slowly. "All right," he repeated, "what else? What'd you say to your mom?"

"Well…my mom arranged the divorce. She told me that morning, before it was official…. My brother and sister were invited to go, I wasn't," Blair said, pausing to take in a breath.

"You have a brother and sister?" Logan said curiously.

"Y-yeah," Blair stammered. "One brother and one sister. They hate me, though, because my dad favored me above them. Not like that matters…Emma is twenty-three and lives in Maryland. Joshua is twenty-five and lives in Texas…. Anyway, like I s-said, my mom told me about the divorce that morning and…I-I…blew up." Blair's sobbing quickened. Large tears were swerving down her cheeks quicker than normal tears.

"Blew up?" Logan replied. "What did you say?"

Blair stared up at Logan for a brief second with a sorrowful look on her face. "I basically told her that I hated her and that I wished that she would die…. I didn't need to say that…I was just…upset. I never got to tell her that I loved her…and I said 'I wish you would die'…in those exact words! And she did…. I can't…I didn't…I want…" Blair shoved her pillow into her face and cried.

Logan didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do, either. "Oh" was all he replied.

Blair shook her head hopelessly and said, "You don't want t-to hear this. I shouldn't have said any of that to my mom and it's my own fault. You should go to bed…."

"No," Logan murmured. "No…it's not your fault. You were just angry…. I'm not exactly proud of what I've done in the past, either," he admitted thoughtfully.

"What did you do?"

"Ah…killed people," Logan said quietly. "For more than a hundred years, too. See? You haven't done anything as horrible as I have…."

Blair didn't look up. "Sure…. So…if you're so ashamed of killing people in the past, why are you trying to kill your brother?"

Logan's mind swirled with anger and his teeth clenched automatically. "Because…because he deserves it! Right…?"

"I don't think it's up to me to answer that…" Blair said softly. "He's your brother, not mine…."

"That reminds me…um…your brother and sister…were they mutants?" said Logan, ignoring Blair's last remark.

"Uh…my sister was…she could…see the future…to some extent. Like…an hour or so into the future…that's it, though," Blair said thoughtfully, her tears slowing a bit.

"Mmm" Logan mumbled prudently. "Well," he added, standing up, "I think--"

A hoarse, horrific shriek interrupted Logan's sentence. The shriek was very defined. He knew immediately who it had emitted from, and so did Blair.

"Was that Gambit?" Blair said quietly.

"Yeah," Logan mumbled indifferently. He turned to Blair briefly and said, "Wait here. I'll go see what happened…."

"Hey," Blair replied, struggling to get out of her bed. "I wanna come."

"No!" Logan said sternly. He shoved her back into the bed. "You can hardly get up. Look at yourself. You're covered in bandages! Just wait here," he added seriously. "I'll be back…."

And then he left the room, leaving Blair sitting their looking extraordinarily nervous.

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