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The Nightengale: Chapter 5
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Later on, after breakfast it was time for Logan's therapy. Jean wheeled him into the room and waited patiently with Logan by the door for nurse Hathaway to show up. Her mind began drifting as she waited, thinking a little about things after the war again, what things would be like and all. Jean found herself thinking about Logan incidently, and wondering what he was like before the war. Maybe he was kinder, less gruff and less attitude, or maybe he was exactly the same...She was taken out of her reverie when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey Jean."
She looked up to see Rogue. "Oh, hello Rogue." Jean smiled.
Rogue looked toward Logan who was sitting infront of Jean, staring across the near empty room out the window. Her gaze shifted back to her friend. "Um..Nurse Hathaway isn't here today, another nurse is s'posed tah be in shortly tah work with Logan today but I dunno who."
Jean nodded and sighed. "Alright, this could be trouble, I better warn Logan."
Rogue shrugged. "I can stay with him until the nurse gets here, it's your turn to re-stock the storage room remembah?
Jean scrunched her face. "Dammit, I forgot about that." She sighed, "Okay, let me just tell him and I'll go." She stood up from her seat and kneeled beside Logan, gently placing a hand on his arm for his attention.
"What?" Logan asked gruffly, seemingly annoyed from being interrupted from his staring at the window.
"Nurse Hathaway isn't here today so another nurse will be coming in for your therapy alright? Rogue is going to stay until someone comes. She'll be sure to tell them about your hearing when the nurse gets here." Jean looked up at Rogue. "Right Rogue?"
Rogue nodded, taking Jean's former seat against the wall.
Logan's gaze shifted to Jean's hand that was still on his arm. He then shrugged and turned back to the window. "Yeah, okay."
Jean stood up, removing her hand and tapped Logan's shoulder. She looked at him sternly. "And I don't want *any* complaints from the nurses about you today alright? I've been getting in trouble because of you."
Logan started to roll his eyes and gave a grunt in responce.
Jean took that as a 'yes', regarding Rogue before she walked out the door.
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By now Jean had finally finished stocking the storage room with medical supplies, and figured Logan's session was over by now.
She walked into the therapy room and stood by the door, looking around the room to see if Logan was still there. Jean caught sight of him, standing between two rails that were used for patients that need to work on walking. Logan's arms were shaking and he looked tired and hurt. Jean immediately scanned for the nurse looking after him....Nurse Ratched.
Nurse Ratched was standing on the other side of the rails, not helping Logan at all. She was yelling at him to keep going, but surprisingly he said nothing. Probably because he wouldn't look at her and couldn't hear a thing, but also it was because Jean had warned him about causing a commotion and he didn't want to get her in trouble.
Logan started to collapse, unable to keep balance, and without the strength to hold himself up any longer. Nurse Ratched just continued shouting at him to get up.
Jean charged over to where Logan and Ratched were. She grabbed Logan's arm, offering support and keeping him up.
At first Logan glared at the one who had grabbed his arm, thinking it was another nurse. When he saw Jean's worried face he was somewhat relieved and allowed her to help him up.
She led Logan towards his wheelchair and set him in it gently. Jean then glared angrily at Nurse Ratched, who seemed somewhat shocked at her sudden appearance. "What the hell did you think you were doing?!"
Ratched's eyes widened and she gave a menacing glare of her own. "I was performing therapy with a patient." She replied evenly.
Jean jutted her lower lip outward. She pointed towards Logan. "He just had surgery on his leg the other day and you had him walking on his own without any help?!?!" Jean was furious by now, not being able to understand how a person so careless as Nurse Ratched was even qualified to work in a hospital.
Ratched put her hands on her hips defensively. "Well how was I supposed to know?"
"If you'd bothered to check Logan's charts you would've known he's not supposed to be on his feet." Jean didn't even bother waiting for a responce. She walked toward Logan's wheelchair and kneeled down infront of him. His head was bowed down and his eyes were almost closed. Jean gently lifted his chin. "Logan...are you alright?"
He blinked a few times, offering a pathetic smile. "Yeah, I'm fine...I'm just...tired."
Jean smiled sympathetically, knowing he was in pain. She stood up and walked around Logan's chair, wiping away a small tear as it rolled down her cheek. "Come on, you need to rest now." She knew he couldn't hear that, but she said it anyway, more for her own reassurance.
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Jean wheeled Logan into his room and parked his chair by the bed. He was all tired looking and sweaty from the so-called 'therapy' session.
Without either saying a word, Jean began helping Logan get his shirt off. She couldn't help notice how muscular he was, the way the muscles all rippled even when he moved just a little bit. She also couldn't get away from all the scars he had. It was somewhat depressing actually; all that pain in his life, pain and scars to remind him of the pain. Jean shook herself out of her stare when Logan spoke.
"Hey Jeannie, can we hurry up huh? I'm really tired."
"Oh, right, I'm sorry Logan." Jean began helping Logan into his bed, adjusting the pillows for him.
Logan layed back, grimacing slightly and moving a hand toward one of his ears.
Jean frowned. "Is your hearing bothering you again?"
Logan watched Jean's lips carefully and nodded, growling in frustration.
Jean reached into her pocket and took out a bottle of pills. "The Doctor gave me these for you, it should help with the pain. They're going to make you drowsy too." She took Logan's left hand in her own, placing two pills inside and closing his fingers up around them. Jean grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand and handed it to him.
Logan swallowed the pills and layed back against the pillows.
Jean doubted he would notice, considering how tired he was, but she stood up and gently kissed his forehead. She then walked out into the hall and took a seat on the cot that was still out there.
Jean felt bad for what happened to Logan today, she felt responcible because she told him not to make a scene, she told him not to get her in trouble. Usually he wouldn't just listen like that, if he really wanted to complain he would have. Perhaps Logan really cared for Jean, it seemed as though he didn't want her in trouble. Maybe he was just being nice...or maybe Logan actually had feelings for Jean.
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The Nightengale: Chapter 5
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Later on, after breakfast it was time for Logan's therapy. Jean wheeled him into the room and waited patiently with Logan by the door for nurse Hathaway to show up. Her mind began drifting as she waited, thinking a little about things after the war again, what things would be like and all. Jean found herself thinking about Logan incidently, and wondering what he was like before the war. Maybe he was kinder, less gruff and less attitude, or maybe he was exactly the same...She was taken out of her reverie when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey Jean."
She looked up to see Rogue. "Oh, hello Rogue." Jean smiled.
Rogue looked toward Logan who was sitting infront of Jean, staring across the near empty room out the window. Her gaze shifted back to her friend. "Um..Nurse Hathaway isn't here today, another nurse is s'posed tah be in shortly tah work with Logan today but I dunno who."
Jean nodded and sighed. "Alright, this could be trouble, I better warn Logan."
Rogue shrugged. "I can stay with him until the nurse gets here, it's your turn to re-stock the storage room remembah?
Jean scrunched her face. "Dammit, I forgot about that." She sighed, "Okay, let me just tell him and I'll go." She stood up from her seat and kneeled beside Logan, gently placing a hand on his arm for his attention.
"What?" Logan asked gruffly, seemingly annoyed from being interrupted from his staring at the window.
"Nurse Hathaway isn't here today so another nurse will be coming in for your therapy alright? Rogue is going to stay until someone comes. She'll be sure to tell them about your hearing when the nurse gets here." Jean looked up at Rogue. "Right Rogue?"
Rogue nodded, taking Jean's former seat against the wall.
Logan's gaze shifted to Jean's hand that was still on his arm. He then shrugged and turned back to the window. "Yeah, okay."
Jean stood up, removing her hand and tapped Logan's shoulder. She looked at him sternly. "And I don't want *any* complaints from the nurses about you today alright? I've been getting in trouble because of you."
Logan started to roll his eyes and gave a grunt in responce.
Jean took that as a 'yes', regarding Rogue before she walked out the door.
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By now Jean had finally finished stocking the storage room with medical supplies, and figured Logan's session was over by now.
She walked into the therapy room and stood by the door, looking around the room to see if Logan was still there. Jean caught sight of him, standing between two rails that were used for patients that need to work on walking. Logan's arms were shaking and he looked tired and hurt. Jean immediately scanned for the nurse looking after him....Nurse Ratched.
Nurse Ratched was standing on the other side of the rails, not helping Logan at all. She was yelling at him to keep going, but surprisingly he said nothing. Probably because he wouldn't look at her and couldn't hear a thing, but also it was because Jean had warned him about causing a commotion and he didn't want to get her in trouble.
Logan started to collapse, unable to keep balance, and without the strength to hold himself up any longer. Nurse Ratched just continued shouting at him to get up.
Jean charged over to where Logan and Ratched were. She grabbed Logan's arm, offering support and keeping him up.
At first Logan glared at the one who had grabbed his arm, thinking it was another nurse. When he saw Jean's worried face he was somewhat relieved and allowed her to help him up.
She led Logan towards his wheelchair and set him in it gently. Jean then glared angrily at Nurse Ratched, who seemed somewhat shocked at her sudden appearance. "What the hell did you think you were doing?!"
Ratched's eyes widened and she gave a menacing glare of her own. "I was performing therapy with a patient." She replied evenly.
Jean jutted her lower lip outward. She pointed towards Logan. "He just had surgery on his leg the other day and you had him walking on his own without any help?!?!" Jean was furious by now, not being able to understand how a person so careless as Nurse Ratched was even qualified to work in a hospital.
Ratched put her hands on her hips defensively. "Well how was I supposed to know?"
"If you'd bothered to check Logan's charts you would've known he's not supposed to be on his feet." Jean didn't even bother waiting for a responce. She walked toward Logan's wheelchair and kneeled down infront of him. His head was bowed down and his eyes were almost closed. Jean gently lifted his chin. "Logan...are you alright?"
He blinked a few times, offering a pathetic smile. "Yeah, I'm fine...I'm just...tired."
Jean smiled sympathetically, knowing he was in pain. She stood up and walked around Logan's chair, wiping away a small tear as it rolled down her cheek. "Come on, you need to rest now." She knew he couldn't hear that, but she said it anyway, more for her own reassurance.
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Jean wheeled Logan into his room and parked his chair by the bed. He was all tired looking and sweaty from the so-called 'therapy' session.
Without either saying a word, Jean began helping Logan get his shirt off. She couldn't help notice how muscular he was, the way the muscles all rippled even when he moved just a little bit. She also couldn't get away from all the scars he had. It was somewhat depressing actually; all that pain in his life, pain and scars to remind him of the pain. Jean shook herself out of her stare when Logan spoke.
"Hey Jeannie, can we hurry up huh? I'm really tired."
"Oh, right, I'm sorry Logan." Jean began helping Logan into his bed, adjusting the pillows for him.
Logan layed back, grimacing slightly and moving a hand toward one of his ears.
Jean frowned. "Is your hearing bothering you again?"
Logan watched Jean's lips carefully and nodded, growling in frustration.
Jean reached into her pocket and took out a bottle of pills. "The Doctor gave me these for you, it should help with the pain. They're going to make you drowsy too." She took Logan's left hand in her own, placing two pills inside and closing his fingers up around them. Jean grabbed the glass of water on the nightstand and handed it to him.
Logan swallowed the pills and layed back against the pillows.
Jean doubted he would notice, considering how tired he was, but she stood up and gently kissed his forehead. She then walked out into the hall and took a seat on the cot that was still out there.
Jean felt bad for what happened to Logan today, she felt responcible because she told him not to make a scene, she told him not to get her in trouble. Usually he wouldn't just listen like that, if he really wanted to complain he would have. Perhaps Logan really cared for Jean, it seemed as though he didn't want her in trouble. Maybe he was just being nice...or maybe Logan actually had feelings for Jean.