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Warning: There is some slight Scott bashing and talk of suicide in this chapter.

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(Logan's POV)

Life-somethin' that hadn't made sense to me fer a long time. Every little piece o' memory from my past is either filled with pain or sorrow, that's my life. I couldn't even take it away from myself 'cause every cut every bullet to the head just healed over… Sure it hurt like Hell, everything hurt like Hell…  There was no one who shared my pain, no one knew who I even was. Hell, I didn't even know who I was, still don't. So I tried to drown myself pity in alcohol and smoke and it worked for a while, but then everything would come back again ten-fold and I was back to square one. After becoming an X-men things started to change. I had meaning. Some of the kids were even coming up to me fer advice; this was defiantly a change to what I had been used to.

Then I found Madison. A frightened trembling kid lost in an alley behind a pub. I must've been crazy or drunk at least that night 'cause the next thing I knew I had promised to take care o' the kid.

 Then she got sick, really sick. Fer some reason I was scared fer her. Then it dawned on me, I cared fer the kid like she was my own daughter or somethin'. When she woke up after the operation and saw me fer the first time… she smiled…

 That's when I made the second promise, I promised to let nothing ever happen to her. I would protect her.

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Steady beeps of the heart monitor echoed throughout the nearly empty room.

   -Beep- -Beep- -Beep- Beep-

He had to be patient this time and everyone knew that he, the Wolverine, was not a patient man. But he had made a promise and he kept his promises no matter what. But this, this was strangling him alive. He wanted so much to just take the place of the little girl who had somehow squeezed herself into his heart without even trying.

  "Come on kid…" He pleaded silently leaning forward in his chair, "Open yer eyes fer me darlin'."

A slow steady sigh escaped his lips when nothing happened, not even a slight twitch. Softly he stroked her cheek wishing for a moment that she was like Rogue and he could give her part of his healing factor. He drew his hand back running it threw his hair, he wouldn't give up hope like the others. He could see it in their eyes, 'The Look' people give you when they think you've lost it. Lost all hold on reality, the only connection to what's really there and what's not. It's also 'The Look' they give you when they think you're believing in a lost cause but don't want to say anything. Every now and then he would get 'The Look' from Scott and it angered him beyond all Hell. He would just as easily pop out his claws and rip out Scott's throat if it weren't that he wasn't still in love with Jean. And he didn't want to see Jean hurt… that and he'd probably make the Professor pretty mad and get kicked out. He smirked to himself at the thought and let his eyes wander away from the wall and back to Madison.

 Her hand twitched.

Logan raised an eyebrow unsure of what he just saw and her hand twitched again and curled up into a fist. Forgetting his chair, Logan leapt to his feet and not taking his eyes away from the girl shouted for Jean or someone to come quick. Hank was on the scene first and immediately began checking the monitors and other stuff.

 "She's coming around." Hank smiled as he looked over a chart.

Jean ran into the room suddenly looking like she just crawled out of bed, and probably did considering it was 2:30 in the morning.

 "What's going on?" She asked as she slid to a stop in front of Beast.

Hank raised a bushy blue eyebrow at her then smiled, "Well it looks as though our little friend here is waking up." 

 "Really? That's great!" She said looking over her shoulder at the girl, "Well… if that's it… I'm going to go back to sleep."

Hank nodded and watched Jean leave before turning to Logan, "I suggest you get some sleep also."

 Logan nodded and Hank left.

With a sigh Logan flopped back down into the chair by the side of the bed and yawned. He didn't even notice that he had fallen asleep until he began to dream, or more like have nightmares… He was strapped down to a cold metal table and people began to surround him some taking notes on their clipboards while others pricked his skin with needles. His hands suddenly began to burn ferociously with pain and he couldn't even scream.    

 Suddenly he was on the ground panting in fear; slowly he stood to his feet running a hand through his hair as he did so. A soft whimper to his right caught his attention. He turned slowly and looked down at Madison who looked back up at him with tear filled blue eyes. She whimpered again unable to speak due to the tube in her mouth and the tears fell. Logan acted immediately pulling the tube from the girl's lungs. Madison coughed and took several deep breaths.

  "You okay darlin'?" Logan softly wiped away the tears from Madison's cheeks.

 Madison nodded and smiled, "I saw an angel. He told me that I had to open my eyes." She whispered, "He said I would be okay."

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