Ch:8
~*~*~Professor Xavier wheeled out of the infirmary towards Jean.
Her brow was furrowed in worry and she was biting down on her lip. "Professor, what happened?!"
Professor Xavier looked up at her, hands folded in his lap. "He hit a patch of black ice on his way back and the car flipped several times into a ditch. I had to do some mild probing to get the information. Logan was conscious when I did so, he had to let me into his mind because he was too tired to tell me verbally."
"Is he alright?" Jean seemed a little less worried to find that Logan had been awake.
The Professor's mouth was set in a grim line. "Logan suffered some internal damage during the crash, but it seems to be healed almost completely now. It was a bad crash Jean." He looked down solemnly. "Luckily all he suffers from now is pretty much a concussion, he'll be fine."
Jean let out a long breath she didn't know she was holding.
Charles held her hand reassuringly and smiled. "Logan's just resting now Jean. After all his healing factor's been through, he's going to be quite tired."
Jean nodded, smiling half-heartedly. She was going to sit with Logan until he woke up, but Charles had convinced her to go get some rest, assuring Jean that he probably wouldn't be up until morning.~*~*~
Logan woke up, groggily scanning around the dark room, keeping his head against the pillow. He was feeling much better, just a little tired.
Logan sat up when he heard footsteps entering the med lab. He scrunched up his nose, sniffing at the air. ~Oh great, just the person I wanna see.~ He sighed inwardly.
"Logan." Scott greeted, his voice clipped and annoyed sounding. He nodded.
"What do ya want bub?" Logan grumbled, flinging his feet over the side of the bed.
Scott shrugged and leaned up against the door frame. "Just checking up on you, that's all."
Logan rolled his eyes. ~Yeah, right.~ He glared at Scott. "Don't try an' get cute with me Summers."
Scott angrily stepped away from the doorframe, standing up straight. "Fine, then let's cut through all the little pleasantries shall we?"
Logan cocked his head to the side and gestured for Scott to get to the point.
"Look Logan, I know Jean doesn't want to be with me, and I accept that." Scott paused. "But let's face it, you're not exactly the best thing for her right now."
Logan grunted, crossing his arms.
Scott continued. "Jean doesn't need someone like you around to cause her more grief. And that's exactly what you're doing. You're no good for her, you know it, and I know it." He stopped again to let the words sink in. "I also believe that Jean can do a lot better than some 'man-made killing machine without a past', like *you.*" Scott glared at Logan one last time, then swiftly turned around and left.
Logan remained sitting on the bed, staring off into space. He could truly give a rats ass about what Scott Summers thought about him, but those words had hit him hard. Harder than he originally thought when Scott started talking. The thing that hit especially close to home was that he'd called Logan a 'man-made killing machine without a past'. Sadly, he was beginning to think that Scott was right. ~I don't deserve Jean...what the hell was I ever thinking?! I'm a fucking monster...a man-made monster....~
Logan stood up and stormed out of the med lab. He made his way downstairs and out the door, wearing only the pair of sweat pants he had on.
~*~*~Professor Xavier wheeled out of the infirmary towards Jean.
Her brow was furrowed in worry and she was biting down on her lip. "Professor, what happened?!"
Professor Xavier looked up at her, hands folded in his lap. "He hit a patch of black ice on his way back and the car flipped several times into a ditch. I had to do some mild probing to get the information. Logan was conscious when I did so, he had to let me into his mind because he was too tired to tell me verbally."
"Is he alright?" Jean seemed a little less worried to find that Logan had been awake.
The Professor's mouth was set in a grim line. "Logan suffered some internal damage during the crash, but it seems to be healed almost completely now. It was a bad crash Jean." He looked down solemnly. "Luckily all he suffers from now is pretty much a concussion, he'll be fine."
Jean let out a long breath she didn't know she was holding.
Charles held her hand reassuringly and smiled. "Logan's just resting now Jean. After all his healing factor's been through, he's going to be quite tired."
Jean nodded, smiling half-heartedly. She was going to sit with Logan until he woke up, but Charles had convinced her to go get some rest, assuring Jean that he probably wouldn't be up until morning.~*~*~
Logan woke up, groggily scanning around the dark room, keeping his head against the pillow. He was feeling much better, just a little tired.
Logan sat up when he heard footsteps entering the med lab. He scrunched up his nose, sniffing at the air. ~Oh great, just the person I wanna see.~ He sighed inwardly.
"Logan." Scott greeted, his voice clipped and annoyed sounding. He nodded.
"What do ya want bub?" Logan grumbled, flinging his feet over the side of the bed.
Scott shrugged and leaned up against the door frame. "Just checking up on you, that's all."
Logan rolled his eyes. ~Yeah, right.~ He glared at Scott. "Don't try an' get cute with me Summers."
Scott angrily stepped away from the doorframe, standing up straight. "Fine, then let's cut through all the little pleasantries shall we?"
Logan cocked his head to the side and gestured for Scott to get to the point.
"Look Logan, I know Jean doesn't want to be with me, and I accept that." Scott paused. "But let's face it, you're not exactly the best thing for her right now."
Logan grunted, crossing his arms.
Scott continued. "Jean doesn't need someone like you around to cause her more grief. And that's exactly what you're doing. You're no good for her, you know it, and I know it." He stopped again to let the words sink in. "I also believe that Jean can do a lot better than some 'man-made killing machine without a past', like *you.*" Scott glared at Logan one last time, then swiftly turned around and left.
Logan remained sitting on the bed, staring off into space. He could truly give a rats ass about what Scott Summers thought about him, but those words had hit him hard. Harder than he originally thought when Scott started talking. The thing that hit especially close to home was that he'd called Logan a 'man-made killing machine without a past'. Sadly, he was beginning to think that Scott was right. ~I don't deserve Jean...what the hell was I ever thinking?! I'm a fucking monster...a man-made monster....~
Logan stood up and stormed out of the med lab. He made his way downstairs and out the door, wearing only the pair of sweat pants he had on.