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The Nightengale: Chapter 7
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The next day went by rather uneventfully, and it was around noon time. Logan hadn't seen Jean all day so far, and was begining to think that she was avoiding him.
Perhaps what actually was going on is that Jean was having a hard time dealing with Bobby's death, because it relates to her feelings towards Logan. Rogue loved Bobby so much and once he was back in combat, he wound up dead. This made things very real for Jean, and she realized something like that could happen with her and Logan. She didn't want that emotional attachment, because if something ever happened, Jean would be just crushed and she didn't want to be forced to deal with such an emotional blow.
Logan had been sitting in his room, pretty much all day, not even leaving to eat. He had only left once in order to go to therapy, otherwise Jean would be in trouble for it. Luckily nurse Hathaway was there, and not nurse Ratched. Today Logan was being pretty cooperative and hadn't yet caused a commotion or anything.
Finally, he got so bored he got out of his bed and into his wheelchair, and left the room. Logan made his way outside beside the bench where he and Jean had first actually talked with one another. He was a bit tired from the amount of energy needed to wheel himself out there, but he figured it was worth it.
Outside, sitting on the bench, was Jean.
Logan pulled up beside the bench quietly, and parked himself without saying a word. He merely stared across at the grounds.
Jean acknowledged Logan's presence, not yet looking at him or saying anything. She was sort of testing him, seeing how he would react. The fact that he had even come to sit by her like this showed her something. She finally turned to Logan, placing a hand on his shoulder and gaining his attention. "You came all the way out here to find me?" Jean smirked.
Logan looked at Jean, noticing the twinkle had returned to her mesmerizing, emerald green eyes. Maybe she wasn't completely changed by Bobby's death after all..."Nah." He shrugged. "I jus' needed a dinner date." Logan winked at Jean with a playful smirk on his face.
Jean gave a short laugh. "Okay soldier, it's a date then." She stood up and started pushing his chair back toward the hospital for dinner.
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That night, Jean found her way through the dark halls into Logan's room. Why was she going to his room so late? She didn't really know exactly. It had something to do with needing someone to talk to. Jean needed venting, she needed a friend. That's what Logan had become to her over the days she'd spent with him. Maybe more than a friend actually....perhaps, a soulmate?
Jean crept into the dark room, making her way towards the dim moonlight that shone through the window onto Logan's bed. She noticed that he was actually awake, sitting up in bed and staring at the wall. Jean silently walked over to the wheelchair beside his bed and sat down. Her face was encircled by the soft moonlight and she looked like some sort of guardian angel. "Hi." She smiled, whispering.
Logan almost quirked a smile. "Hey Jean. Couldn't sleep?" He grumbled, somewhat louder than expected.
Jean bit her lower lip, then looked up again, eyes shimmering. "Not exactly. What about you? Couldn't sleep?"
He grunted. "Not exactly."
Jean half smiled and suddenly noticed the sweat on Logan's brow. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sick again?" She put a hand to his forehead, then pulled it away slowly when Logan gently took hold of her wrist.
Logan shook his head, letting go of Jean's wrist and dropping his hand to rest on the bed. "No, just..uh..forget it, I'm fine." He had been having nightmares, more like resurfacing memories, about the war when the men under his command were killed and he was injured. The dreams were graphic, making him feel as though he was right there in the battle field again. It wasn't something you'd want to sleep to. Some nights, like tonight, Logan would wake up in a cold sweat.
Jean frowned, wishing he would talk about things with her. Not that she could talk really, Jean hadn't told him things that bothered her either. Like the fear of her falling in love with him and he ends up getting killed; or that she'd have restless nights because she was scared of living...scared of what she did as a nurse, scared of seeing anyone else die. She suddenly stood up, smiling at Logan softly.
He looked up at her, wondering if she was leaving, which he knew, she probably was. Logan didn't know what to say or do. He wanted her to stay with him, just sitting and talking, or even just sitting there. Logan didn't care if they spoke or not, just being in Jean's presense was almost satisfying enough. He loved being around her, the very thought of her, but he wasn't very good at expressing something like that.
Jean walked back into the dark shadows toward the door.
As Logan watched her leave, he sat there staring, never knowing that Jean had said, "I love you", as she walked out.
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The Nightengale: Chapter 7
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The next day went by rather uneventfully, and it was around noon time. Logan hadn't seen Jean all day so far, and was begining to think that she was avoiding him.
Perhaps what actually was going on is that Jean was having a hard time dealing with Bobby's death, because it relates to her feelings towards Logan. Rogue loved Bobby so much and once he was back in combat, he wound up dead. This made things very real for Jean, and she realized something like that could happen with her and Logan. She didn't want that emotional attachment, because if something ever happened, Jean would be just crushed and she didn't want to be forced to deal with such an emotional blow.
Logan had been sitting in his room, pretty much all day, not even leaving to eat. He had only left once in order to go to therapy, otherwise Jean would be in trouble for it. Luckily nurse Hathaway was there, and not nurse Ratched. Today Logan was being pretty cooperative and hadn't yet caused a commotion or anything.
Finally, he got so bored he got out of his bed and into his wheelchair, and left the room. Logan made his way outside beside the bench where he and Jean had first actually talked with one another. He was a bit tired from the amount of energy needed to wheel himself out there, but he figured it was worth it.
Outside, sitting on the bench, was Jean.
Logan pulled up beside the bench quietly, and parked himself without saying a word. He merely stared across at the grounds.
Jean acknowledged Logan's presence, not yet looking at him or saying anything. She was sort of testing him, seeing how he would react. The fact that he had even come to sit by her like this showed her something. She finally turned to Logan, placing a hand on his shoulder and gaining his attention. "You came all the way out here to find me?" Jean smirked.
Logan looked at Jean, noticing the twinkle had returned to her mesmerizing, emerald green eyes. Maybe she wasn't completely changed by Bobby's death after all..."Nah." He shrugged. "I jus' needed a dinner date." Logan winked at Jean with a playful smirk on his face.
Jean gave a short laugh. "Okay soldier, it's a date then." She stood up and started pushing his chair back toward the hospital for dinner.
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That night, Jean found her way through the dark halls into Logan's room. Why was she going to his room so late? She didn't really know exactly. It had something to do with needing someone to talk to. Jean needed venting, she needed a friend. That's what Logan had become to her over the days she'd spent with him. Maybe more than a friend actually....perhaps, a soulmate?
Jean crept into the dark room, making her way towards the dim moonlight that shone through the window onto Logan's bed. She noticed that he was actually awake, sitting up in bed and staring at the wall. Jean silently walked over to the wheelchair beside his bed and sat down. Her face was encircled by the soft moonlight and she looked like some sort of guardian angel. "Hi." She smiled, whispering.
Logan almost quirked a smile. "Hey Jean. Couldn't sleep?" He grumbled, somewhat louder than expected.
Jean bit her lower lip, then looked up again, eyes shimmering. "Not exactly. What about you? Couldn't sleep?"
He grunted. "Not exactly."
Jean half smiled and suddenly noticed the sweat on Logan's brow. Her eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sick again?" She put a hand to his forehead, then pulled it away slowly when Logan gently took hold of her wrist.
Logan shook his head, letting go of Jean's wrist and dropping his hand to rest on the bed. "No, just..uh..forget it, I'm fine." He had been having nightmares, more like resurfacing memories, about the war when the men under his command were killed and he was injured. The dreams were graphic, making him feel as though he was right there in the battle field again. It wasn't something you'd want to sleep to. Some nights, like tonight, Logan would wake up in a cold sweat.
Jean frowned, wishing he would talk about things with her. Not that she could talk really, Jean hadn't told him things that bothered her either. Like the fear of her falling in love with him and he ends up getting killed; or that she'd have restless nights because she was scared of living...scared of what she did as a nurse, scared of seeing anyone else die. She suddenly stood up, smiling at Logan softly.
He looked up at her, wondering if she was leaving, which he knew, she probably was. Logan didn't know what to say or do. He wanted her to stay with him, just sitting and talking, or even just sitting there. Logan didn't care if they spoke or not, just being in Jean's presense was almost satisfying enough. He loved being around her, the very thought of her, but he wasn't very good at expressing something like that.
Jean walked back into the dark shadows toward the door.
As Logan watched her leave, he sat there staring, never knowing that Jean had said, "I love you", as she walked out.
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