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The slight snowfall had turned into a snowstorm. I wondered around out in the cold weather, slowly bleeding. My mind was growing fuzzy from the blood loss, and the tears I had held back for so long finally spilled over. There was no hope that the Brotherhood would ever take me back. I had failed my friends, my family. The only ones who had cared for me. I shivered continuously, the snow that had melted turning into ice again. I sat against the truck of a tree and let my fading mind ponder over useless trivia. One question spun continually around my mind. Why did I let him go? Why couldn't I kill him? I couldn't concentrate on anything else. Nothing else made sense to me but these questions and the feeling of my life slipping like sand through my fingers. My madness faded into anger. This is all Scott's fault. If he hadn't saved me, I wouldn't be in this mess. I could have killed him. Why does the guilt have to come at the worst time? I don't need this. I-I can get out of this problem. I've lived on my own before. I can live without anyone. I can make it through this, if I don't bleed to death first. I sat in the snow, freezing and bleeding when I heard footsteps through the snow. "Here she is." I heard a familiar voice grunt. Wolverine… I tried to stand and get away from him, but my head started to spin as soon as I got to my feet. Nausea blew up in my stomach, and I slid back on to my butt. I couldn't stop shivering, though I tried to stand up and get away from him. I could feel my body shutting down as I lost the feeling in my fingers. "Whoa kid. Slow down, I'm not gonna hurt ya." I heard Logan say. I couldn't see very well. Everything was blurry, and things were getting darker. I was sure I was half mad because I heard myself whimper, "Logan, I can't see. Why is everything getting darker?" His face was a blur, and I could barely hear what he was saying. It was lost to the winter wind. How had it picked up without me noticing? I turned my attention back to the blur in front of me. He was calling out to someone else, but all I could hear was mumbling. "Logan, I'm so cold. What's happening to me? Am I dying?" He looked worried, and picked me up. Pain shot through my neck and back. I cried out into the night, and then blacked out.
I woke up in a white room. My head weighed a million pounds, and my back was stiff. My eyes hurt from the bright light. My eyes finally focused on the dark shape sitting in the corner. Logan. What am I doing here? What happened? The memories of…whenever I was attacked flooded back to me. I felt my neck wound, and felt bandages wrapped around it. I sat up quietly, trying not to wake Logan. Good. He's sound asleep. I climbed off of the bed and looked for some way to escape. I saw a window to the right of my bed and opened it as quietly as I could. I was halfway out when my eyes drifted to Logan's sleeping form. You owe them a lot. You need to find away to pay them back, my conscience scolded. I sighed heavily and climbed back in. You have to show up now? I searched my pockets for anything I could give, and found twenty bucks. I laid it on the night table and looked for paper to write a thank you note on. After I found the paper and a pen, I left as quickly as I could. I knew the longer I stayed them more I risked. I jumped out the window and ran through the woods. I scaled the fence, and ran as quickly as I could back to my apartment. It was hours before I noticed I was still in human form. But, I don't feel drained. I know I've been this way since Logan found me…what's going on? I tried to turn back, but…but I couldn't. I-I couldn't do it. I was stuck in my human form…forever?
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