Relief for the wounded came all too soon. By the time the sun began to peek
over the horizon, a medical transport had arrived on the scene. Logan left
Marie sleeping soundly in the tent, going to speak to the medic in charge,
ready to demand she be taken out of there first. After a few moments
negotiation, and a little threatening on Logan's side, his wish was
granted. Now all he had to do was get Marie into the truck and keep his
feet planted as the truck drove away. It wouldn't be easy. He wasn't going
to like watching her go, anymore than she would like actually leaving.
Ducking back into the tent, Logan collected all the blankets Marie had
kicked off in the night. He figured it was either a fever or a bad dream
that made him do it. Either way, she would need them for the ride to the
ship that would take her home. "Logan..."
"Easy, darlin'. Just take it easy." He carefully slipped a hand beneath her head, pulling the blanket up with his other hand and wrapping it around her face to keep her head warm. The rest of the blankets were wrapped around her carefully...not tightly enough to hurt her or cause discomfort, just tight enough to keep her warm.
"What's...happenin'...?" It pained him to see how miserable she was. Her face was three shades too pale, and her lips still reflected a pale blue coloring. It was then that he realized how badly she needed medical attention. He hadn't been aware of how truly bad off she was until he'd gotten a glimpse of her. The night before, he'd thought her wounds were clearing up. He saw now that it was only a figment of his imagination, and the thought of losing her pounded within his mind.
"The medical transports are here...they're ready to start back for the United States. It's just a short drive to the coast, and then you'll be home before you know it."
"Ah don't want to leave you...Ah already lost you once, what if-"
"Shhh..." He knew the feelings. Something deep in him wanted to take her into his arms and hold her so tightly no one could ever pry her away again. She was the one thing in his life he'd found time to truely care for. The last time he walked away, she ended up here. In a concentration camp. Any number of things could happen to her on the way to the coast...
He shook his head slightly and frowned. He didn't have time to be thinking on such things when there are a transport awaiting her arrival. "Listen, Marie...C'n you tell me your address?"
"Mah address...?" For a moment she was confused, then realization hit and she weakly whispered out the numbers and street name of her home. She fainted saw him, her eyes too blurry to make out details, and noticed he was writing her words down. He was serious about coming home to her, after all...
"Marie, the minute the last camp is freed, I'm going to get aboard the closest ship and come home to you..." He didn't realize, until then, that he was stroking her cheek gently. Her eyes swam with unshed tears, and only when they began to fall did he wipe them away. "Think you can work up a little control?" He watched her cock her head a moment, until he stooped down to get closer to her. He wanted to kiss her lips, to feel their warmth against his, but he knew it was safest not to. Instead, he planted a firm, yet soft kiss upon her forehead. Luckily, she'd managed to control her powers long enough for the caring caress, before feeling it slip away again. Sliding halfway out of the tent, Logan moved to get on all fours, trying to figure the best way to get Marie out of the tent without inflicting any pain. Sliding one arm under her shoulders and the other under her knees, he managed to safely lift her up and out of the tiny space. He scooped down a moment to take hold of the extra blankets he knew she'd need, then placed them carefully atop her. "You just rest. Leave the medical stuff to these guys, all right?"
Reaching the truck that would take her home, Logan suddenly realized he was reluctant to give her up. Feeling her being pulled from his arms, he felt as though a piece of something inside him went with her. Maybe it did. "Ah love you, Logan..." They put Marie into the truck and closed the door before he was able to respond. Somehow, though, he knew he didn't have to. Marie already knew how he felt. At least, he hoped she did.
As the truck pulled away, Logan reached into his pocket and pulled the shriveled, torn piece of paper he'd used to take down her address. Mississippi. How bad could things be in Mississippi? Especially compared to the things he'd seen during the long course of this war.
Committing the numbers and street to memory, he shoved the piece of paper back into his pocket. By now, only the faint outline of the truck, trudging down the dirt road could be seen. The sun had risen, and Logan had to shield his eyes against it to get one last look. He remained that way until it was completely out of sight, then turned slowly and headed back inside, toward the camps, thinking only of the new beginning that was to come after this chapter in his life was over.
"Easy, darlin'. Just take it easy." He carefully slipped a hand beneath her head, pulling the blanket up with his other hand and wrapping it around her face to keep her head warm. The rest of the blankets were wrapped around her carefully...not tightly enough to hurt her or cause discomfort, just tight enough to keep her warm.
"What's...happenin'...?" It pained him to see how miserable she was. Her face was three shades too pale, and her lips still reflected a pale blue coloring. It was then that he realized how badly she needed medical attention. He hadn't been aware of how truly bad off she was until he'd gotten a glimpse of her. The night before, he'd thought her wounds were clearing up. He saw now that it was only a figment of his imagination, and the thought of losing her pounded within his mind.
"The medical transports are here...they're ready to start back for the United States. It's just a short drive to the coast, and then you'll be home before you know it."
"Ah don't want to leave you...Ah already lost you once, what if-"
"Shhh..." He knew the feelings. Something deep in him wanted to take her into his arms and hold her so tightly no one could ever pry her away again. She was the one thing in his life he'd found time to truely care for. The last time he walked away, she ended up here. In a concentration camp. Any number of things could happen to her on the way to the coast...
He shook his head slightly and frowned. He didn't have time to be thinking on such things when there are a transport awaiting her arrival. "Listen, Marie...C'n you tell me your address?"
"Mah address...?" For a moment she was confused, then realization hit and she weakly whispered out the numbers and street name of her home. She fainted saw him, her eyes too blurry to make out details, and noticed he was writing her words down. He was serious about coming home to her, after all...
"Marie, the minute the last camp is freed, I'm going to get aboard the closest ship and come home to you..." He didn't realize, until then, that he was stroking her cheek gently. Her eyes swam with unshed tears, and only when they began to fall did he wipe them away. "Think you can work up a little control?" He watched her cock her head a moment, until he stooped down to get closer to her. He wanted to kiss her lips, to feel their warmth against his, but he knew it was safest not to. Instead, he planted a firm, yet soft kiss upon her forehead. Luckily, she'd managed to control her powers long enough for the caring caress, before feeling it slip away again. Sliding halfway out of the tent, Logan moved to get on all fours, trying to figure the best way to get Marie out of the tent without inflicting any pain. Sliding one arm under her shoulders and the other under her knees, he managed to safely lift her up and out of the tiny space. He scooped down a moment to take hold of the extra blankets he knew she'd need, then placed them carefully atop her. "You just rest. Leave the medical stuff to these guys, all right?"
Reaching the truck that would take her home, Logan suddenly realized he was reluctant to give her up. Feeling her being pulled from his arms, he felt as though a piece of something inside him went with her. Maybe it did. "Ah love you, Logan..." They put Marie into the truck and closed the door before he was able to respond. Somehow, though, he knew he didn't have to. Marie already knew how he felt. At least, he hoped she did.
As the truck pulled away, Logan reached into his pocket and pulled the shriveled, torn piece of paper he'd used to take down her address. Mississippi. How bad could things be in Mississippi? Especially compared to the things he'd seen during the long course of this war.
Committing the numbers and street to memory, he shoved the piece of paper back into his pocket. By now, only the faint outline of the truck, trudging down the dirt road could be seen. The sun had risen, and Logan had to shield his eyes against it to get one last look. He remained that way until it was completely out of sight, then turned slowly and headed back inside, toward the camps, thinking only of the new beginning that was to come after this chapter in his life was over.
