THEY'VE KILLED ME!
Night 'n gale awoke with a gasp. Her nightmares were getting worse. The torturers had started to actually kill her. Sweat cloaked her in fear. But something else kept her soaked. Throwing the covers aside, Night' found blood coating her arms, hands, chest, and abs. The shrieks she gave were so fierce, her room shook and rubble fell down into her blood.
Logan was the first to her, having been walking by to find a drink. He ran in and covered his ears against the head splitting voice. He could think of nothing else but to cover her mouth with his hand. When he pulled away, she was done screaming.
"They have killed me." She was hysterical. "They have killed me." With each sob from her came a new gush of her blood and tears. "I'm dead. I'm dead!" Her voice was shrill and full of fear. "They have made me dead."
He grabbed her, thought about shaking some sense into her, but acted otherwise. He hugged her, and yelled over his shoulder to someone standing in the doorway. "Get Storm!" As the unknown person bolted down the hall, Logan turned back to Night 'n gale. "You're alive." He told her, Stroking her hair. "You are here, You are alive." he held her close as her adamantium tears poured form wide eyes. He continued to try and sooth her. "I'm here." he had resorted to it as everyone always does, He whispered it over and over. "I'm here, Night n' Gale, I'm here. You're safe her. You're safe with me." His mind was on want and wonder. 'Where was Storm? Where was the blood coming from? I want to find it.' But he needed to calm her. She was still frantic on the thought of being dead.