When Jubilee awoke she found herself surrounded by the comfortably white walls of the med lab that was located in the sub floor of the mansion, her body feeling oddly warm from the drugs that were being pumped through her system through an IV. The odd comfort that surrounded her fogged and sleep riddled mind was broken by the memory of what had transpired before she had been knocked unconscious.
The young Asian woman sat bolt straight in her rigid hospital style bed, her eyes wide with shock. "Logan!" she screamed, wondering where the man was. If she was here did that mean he was still running wild? Surely that bear hadn't been more than the tough Canuck could handle, after all, he had taken care of the mass of muscle with out brains that was known as Sabertooth on many occasions, a wild animal such as a bear should have been no problem. If that was the case, why was she so worried then?
Jubilation lay back down, suddenly feeling the rush of sitting up to fast as her head swam. "Oh God," she muttered as she closed her eyes. "Logan, please be alright," she moaned softly, her left hand rising and tangling through her thick black hair. She could feel the rough marks of the stitches with the tips of her nimble fingers, letting them draw over it slightly. She winced and shuddered a little and then removed her hand, letting it fall upon her stomach.
The room around her was so calming, so quite, it was hard for the young woman to stay awake, but she had to try. She knew that she had to ask if they had found Logan, she had to know if he was all right; not knowing was driving the beautiful Asian insane with grief and stress.
The calming effects, how ever, did wonders for this feeling of hopeless insanity, allowing the lids of her gentle eyes to fall softly over the dark orbs. She laid in the silence; her eyes closed so softly, so gently, and just as she fell asleep a visitor met the injured woman.
His hulking form loomed over her and he smiled gently, the rare expression shown only to the peacefully sleeping young woman as a wide hand brushed along her hair line, lifting the soft tuffs of black hair back from her face. The rare smile was met only with the soft murmurs of the nearly child aged woman as his warm hands caressed her skin.
With a heavy hearted sigh the wide man put a small, fuzzy, brown teddy bear next to her sleeping form, slipping it between her arm and her body with such a tender and gentle ease, you'd think he was known for being gentle and tender.
Tucked under the red ribbon tides around the bear's neck was a note. It was hand written on a scrap of paper that was roughly torn around the edges. On it the words were simply scrawled in pencil:
Thank you.