A/N: That you so much Angelica, for reviewing my fic. Thank you for all your wonderful comments. ::blushes:: You can contact me by aim if you want, my sn is in my profile. Thanks to Trunksblue also. I'll have to check out your crazy Logan fic. LoL. You guys are awesome! Here's the next chapter!
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The Nightengale: Chapter 2
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After lunch, Logan was scheduled for a therapy session. His leg had been injured from flying shrapnel, and his balance was off anyway because of the damage to his inner ears.
Jean brought him into the therapy room where a couple other patients were working with some of the nurses. There were certain nurses who worked therapy, so the nurses who had assigned patients got to have a little break. Sometimes they would go off on their own, have a coffee break or something, but some of the nurses just sat by the wall in the therapy room and chatted with other nurses.
Jean led Logan's wheelchair over to nurse Hathaway for his therapy. She then took a seat by the wall, next to a nurse she'd never seen before. The nurse was young, must have just been assigned to the hospital. She looked anxious, but eager to learn. Jean smiled kindly at the girl. "You're new aren't you?" It was more of a fact then a question.
The young girl nodded. "Yeah, ah'm new here." She had a soft southern accent when she spoke, and sounded so young to be mixed in with the war.
"I'm Jean."
The girl smiled back at Jean's friendly gesture. "Marie, but you can call me Rogue." She shrugged. "It's what they all call me anyway."
Jean looked over at the other patients in the room. "Who're you assigned to?"
Rogue pointed to a young man about her own age. He was in a wheelchair with his right foot wrapped up and his head all bandaged. "Over there, his name's Bobby."
Jean smiled, thinking about how cute Rogue would be paired up with this Bobby. The young man glanced back at Rogue when his therapy nurse wasn't looking and winked, flashing a pearly white smile.
Rogue blushed slightly, then turned her attention back to Jean. "What about you?"
Jean mimicked Rogue's motion and pointed toward Logan as he was arguing with nurse Hathaway. "That's Logan."
Rogue's eyes widened in surprise. "He's *your* patient?"
Jean nodded, raising a curious eyebrow at Rogue's tone.
"Ah've heard about him...Alot o' the nurses were talkin' about that one. They said he's a tough patient tah work with. He doesn't like tah cooperate with the nurses."
"Oh, he's not that bad." Jean tried defending Logan a little bit, but the act backfired when she and Rogue overheard him yelling at nurse Hathaway, which was pretty loud considering he didn't know how loud he was being.
"FER THE LAST GODDAMN TIME, I CAN'T HEAR YA, I'M DEAF LADY!!"
Jean smiled a little sheepishly and Rogue stifled a giggle.
"Not that bad huh?" Rogue smirked.
"Jean! Could you get over here PLEASE!" Nurse Hathaway yelled.
Jean shrugged at Rogue, getting up out of her seat.
She made her way towards Logan. He was scowling at the nurse with his arms crossed over his chest. Jean got infront of him so he could read her lips. "Logan, calm down, what's the matter?"
Logan grunted. "The damn nurse keeps turnin' her head the other way when she's tryin' ta talk to me. I can't hear a goddamn thing, don't she know that?!"
Jean put her hands up to calm him, relieved that he wasn't shouting. "Alright, just calm down and I'll talk to her." She stood up and walked over to the nurse who was fuming over Logan yelling at her.
Nurse Hathaway glared at Jean. "How can you work with that damn man?! He's horrible, absolutely horrible!"
Logan looked away, knowing that the nurse was probably talking about him. He didn't really care, he knew they all talked about him, but Logan didn't care to know what nurse Hathaway was saying exactly.
Jean still argued with the nurse, trying to get her to be reasonable. "Listen, you have to be looking at Logan when you talk, otherwise he won't know what you're saying. He *can* read your lips but you have to speak clearly and fairly slow. You need to be patient with him."
Nurse Hathaway let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, let's just let him cool down and we'll reschedule the therapy session for tomorrow."
Jean nodded. "Thank you." She walked towards Logan, spinning his chair around and pushing him out of the room. She sighed, relieved the arguing was over.
Rogue smiled up at Jean as she and Logan passed. "Ah'll see yah tomorrow then Jean."
Jean rolled her eyes, then waved at the girl. "Goodbye Rogue."
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"Who was that?" Logan grumbled as Jean got him settled in his room.
Jean walked over to the window, shutting the shades. She looked back at Logan who was watching her carefully awaiting an answer. "Her name's Rogue. She's a new nurse here. She's very nice, you'd probably like her."
Logan grunted. "Hmph. What's THAT supposed ta mean?"
Jean shook her head. "You're speaking too loud again."
"Hell, it ain't my goddamn fault. I can't hear myself talk." Logan growled.
Jean leaned toward him, placing both hands on the arms of his wheelchair. She looked him straight in the eye. "You're cranky, you need some rest."
Logan grumbled something incoherent, which Jean figured was either a cuss word or some other kind of retort.
After getting Logan in his bed she handed him a glass of water and started toward the door. "Oh, and I won't be around tomorrow morning for a little while, I have a meeting with Doctor Xavier."
Logan wasn't paying attention when she said this, and Jean didn't notice it either, so he didn't know a thing she just said.
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The Nightengale: Chapter 2
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After lunch, Logan was scheduled for a therapy session. His leg had been injured from flying shrapnel, and his balance was off anyway because of the damage to his inner ears.
Jean brought him into the therapy room where a couple other patients were working with some of the nurses. There were certain nurses who worked therapy, so the nurses who had assigned patients got to have a little break. Sometimes they would go off on their own, have a coffee break or something, but some of the nurses just sat by the wall in the therapy room and chatted with other nurses.
Jean led Logan's wheelchair over to nurse Hathaway for his therapy. She then took a seat by the wall, next to a nurse she'd never seen before. The nurse was young, must have just been assigned to the hospital. She looked anxious, but eager to learn. Jean smiled kindly at the girl. "You're new aren't you?" It was more of a fact then a question.
The young girl nodded. "Yeah, ah'm new here." She had a soft southern accent when she spoke, and sounded so young to be mixed in with the war.
"I'm Jean."
The girl smiled back at Jean's friendly gesture. "Marie, but you can call me Rogue." She shrugged. "It's what they all call me anyway."
Jean looked over at the other patients in the room. "Who're you assigned to?"
Rogue pointed to a young man about her own age. He was in a wheelchair with his right foot wrapped up and his head all bandaged. "Over there, his name's Bobby."
Jean smiled, thinking about how cute Rogue would be paired up with this Bobby. The young man glanced back at Rogue when his therapy nurse wasn't looking and winked, flashing a pearly white smile.
Rogue blushed slightly, then turned her attention back to Jean. "What about you?"
Jean mimicked Rogue's motion and pointed toward Logan as he was arguing with nurse Hathaway. "That's Logan."
Rogue's eyes widened in surprise. "He's *your* patient?"
Jean nodded, raising a curious eyebrow at Rogue's tone.
"Ah've heard about him...Alot o' the nurses were talkin' about that one. They said he's a tough patient tah work with. He doesn't like tah cooperate with the nurses."
"Oh, he's not that bad." Jean tried defending Logan a little bit, but the act backfired when she and Rogue overheard him yelling at nurse Hathaway, which was pretty loud considering he didn't know how loud he was being.
"FER THE LAST GODDAMN TIME, I CAN'T HEAR YA, I'M DEAF LADY!!"
Jean smiled a little sheepishly and Rogue stifled a giggle.
"Not that bad huh?" Rogue smirked.
"Jean! Could you get over here PLEASE!" Nurse Hathaway yelled.
Jean shrugged at Rogue, getting up out of her seat.
She made her way towards Logan. He was scowling at the nurse with his arms crossed over his chest. Jean got infront of him so he could read her lips. "Logan, calm down, what's the matter?"
Logan grunted. "The damn nurse keeps turnin' her head the other way when she's tryin' ta talk to me. I can't hear a goddamn thing, don't she know that?!"
Jean put her hands up to calm him, relieved that he wasn't shouting. "Alright, just calm down and I'll talk to her." She stood up and walked over to the nurse who was fuming over Logan yelling at her.
Nurse Hathaway glared at Jean. "How can you work with that damn man?! He's horrible, absolutely horrible!"
Logan looked away, knowing that the nurse was probably talking about him. He didn't really care, he knew they all talked about him, but Logan didn't care to know what nurse Hathaway was saying exactly.
Jean still argued with the nurse, trying to get her to be reasonable. "Listen, you have to be looking at Logan when you talk, otherwise he won't know what you're saying. He *can* read your lips but you have to speak clearly and fairly slow. You need to be patient with him."
Nurse Hathaway let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, let's just let him cool down and we'll reschedule the therapy session for tomorrow."
Jean nodded. "Thank you." She walked towards Logan, spinning his chair around and pushing him out of the room. She sighed, relieved the arguing was over.
Rogue smiled up at Jean as she and Logan passed. "Ah'll see yah tomorrow then Jean."
Jean rolled her eyes, then waved at the girl. "Goodbye Rogue."
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"Who was that?" Logan grumbled as Jean got him settled in his room.
Jean walked over to the window, shutting the shades. She looked back at Logan who was watching her carefully awaiting an answer. "Her name's Rogue. She's a new nurse here. She's very nice, you'd probably like her."
Logan grunted. "Hmph. What's THAT supposed ta mean?"
Jean shook her head. "You're speaking too loud again."
"Hell, it ain't my goddamn fault. I can't hear myself talk." Logan growled.
Jean leaned toward him, placing both hands on the arms of his wheelchair. She looked him straight in the eye. "You're cranky, you need some rest."
Logan grumbled something incoherent, which Jean figured was either a cuss word or some other kind of retort.
After getting Logan in his bed she handed him a glass of water and started toward the door. "Oh, and I won't be around tomorrow morning for a little while, I have a meeting with Doctor Xavier."
Logan wasn't paying attention when she said this, and Jean didn't notice it either, so he didn't know a thing she just said.