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The Train Station chp.3
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As Jean got to the register at the pharmacy, she suddenly realized neither her nor Logan had grabbed their bags during the hasty retreat from the train. She reached in her pocket and sighed with relief. Luckily Jean always made sure she had cash in her pocket in case she lost her purse or something like that. She smiled at the cashier and tried to look casual as she handed the young man her money. It was hard for her not to look incredibly paranoid, which she was. Jean didn't want to run into that nasty Victor Creed man again.
For a moment, she contemplated just taking off, leaving Logan in the hotel room, hiding somewhere, maybe going to her friend's house like she'd planned anyway,...but she couldn't do it. Jean knew Logan needed her help, and she needed his if she were to stay alive. She shook her head, scattering the thoughts, and started back toward the hotel room.
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Logan had just laid down on the bed and gotten himself somewhat comfortable, when Jean walked in the door. She just smiled at him, locking the door behind herself and sitting down on the edge of the bed where Logan was. She dumped out the plastic bag, revealing an ace bandage and a bag of ice. "They didn't have any slings, so I got an ace wrap instead. It was the next best thing." Jean shrugged, and motioned for him to sit up.
Logan nodded without saying a word, and used his right arm to push himself up into a sitting position.
As gently as she could, Jean positioned his left arm to lie across his middle as she wrapped his arm to his chest, grimacing as he winced. "This is so your shoulder doesn't move around much." She just smiled, then took the bag of ice into the bathroom. Jean was willing to care for this man that she barely knew, and he had unwillingly gotten her into a situation that could possibly be very dangerous for her. She didn't know why she cared, maybe it was the doctor in her, though she did find Logan attractive, in a rugged sort of way, and he had caused her no harm himself, or threatened her in any way.
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Jean came back into the room carrying ice wrapped in a towel in one hand, and a wet wash cloth in the other. She sat back down on the edge of the bed beside Logan and handed him the ice. "Here, put this on your shoulder."
Logan did as she told him, leaning his head back as he felt the coolness on his sore arm. It was getting kind of numb, but he didn't care, as long as it didn't ache so much anymore. He watched with mild interest as Jean carefully dabbed at his bleeding lip with the wet wash cloth. She really had a doctor's touch, and it was nice to know that someone actually cared for once. Living on your own for so long could desensitize a person to such things.
Jean furrowed her brows and looked at the bandage above Logan's right eye. "Does that hurt?"
He just shrugged. "Not much the cut itself, I got a killer headache though." Logan half smiled with a sigh and leaned back against the pillows on the bed. He knew it wasn't good to stay in one place long, but at the moment the two of them didn't really have a choice. Logan was injured, and Jean...well, she wasn't going to leave him and venture out there on her own anyways.
"Oh!" Jean exclaimed suddenly, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out a bottle of medicine and dumped a few pills into her hand. "I almost forgot about these. I...well, I stuck them in my pocket down at the pharmacy...I didn't have enough money with me." She bit her lower lip, bowing her head down in shame.
Logan just snorted. "So yer a little thief huh?" He smirked, looking at the pill bottle.
Jean frowned at him and stood up suddenly, gaining a defensive tone. "I am not! For your information, you dragged me out of the train without giving me a chance to grab my bags and-"
Logan put up a hand to stop her. "It's alright darlin', I didn't mean nothin' by it. I was kiddin'. I know it ain't yer fault."
"You got that right." Jean grumbled. She then handed Logan the pills. "Take these. They won't do too much for the pain, but it'll help you sleep."
He leaned his head back, tossing the pills in his mouth and swallowing them. Logan grunted, looking out the window for a moment, then he faced Jean again. "I really shouldn't sleep...we can't be stayin' here too long, he'll find us."
Jean frowned, knowing very well who 'he' was. She didn't want him finding them either. She nodded at Logan. "I know. I'll wake you in a little while, some rest might do you good though."
He let out a sort of grunt, then closed his eyes and tried to get to sleep.
Jean moved towards the window, staring out to the streets through the dirty glass. She leaned against the window frame for a little while before deciding to lay down on the other bed. Jean doubted she could sleep, and although it was nearly two in the morning, she wasn't very tired...or so she thought.
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The Train Station chp.3
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As Jean got to the register at the pharmacy, she suddenly realized neither her nor Logan had grabbed their bags during the hasty retreat from the train. She reached in her pocket and sighed with relief. Luckily Jean always made sure she had cash in her pocket in case she lost her purse or something like that. She smiled at the cashier and tried to look casual as she handed the young man her money. It was hard for her not to look incredibly paranoid, which she was. Jean didn't want to run into that nasty Victor Creed man again.
For a moment, she contemplated just taking off, leaving Logan in the hotel room, hiding somewhere, maybe going to her friend's house like she'd planned anyway,...but she couldn't do it. Jean knew Logan needed her help, and she needed his if she were to stay alive. She shook her head, scattering the thoughts, and started back toward the hotel room.
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Logan had just laid down on the bed and gotten himself somewhat comfortable, when Jean walked in the door. She just smiled at him, locking the door behind herself and sitting down on the edge of the bed where Logan was. She dumped out the plastic bag, revealing an ace bandage and a bag of ice. "They didn't have any slings, so I got an ace wrap instead. It was the next best thing." Jean shrugged, and motioned for him to sit up.
Logan nodded without saying a word, and used his right arm to push himself up into a sitting position.
As gently as she could, Jean positioned his left arm to lie across his middle as she wrapped his arm to his chest, grimacing as he winced. "This is so your shoulder doesn't move around much." She just smiled, then took the bag of ice into the bathroom. Jean was willing to care for this man that she barely knew, and he had unwillingly gotten her into a situation that could possibly be very dangerous for her. She didn't know why she cared, maybe it was the doctor in her, though she did find Logan attractive, in a rugged sort of way, and he had caused her no harm himself, or threatened her in any way.
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Jean came back into the room carrying ice wrapped in a towel in one hand, and a wet wash cloth in the other. She sat back down on the edge of the bed beside Logan and handed him the ice. "Here, put this on your shoulder."
Logan did as she told him, leaning his head back as he felt the coolness on his sore arm. It was getting kind of numb, but he didn't care, as long as it didn't ache so much anymore. He watched with mild interest as Jean carefully dabbed at his bleeding lip with the wet wash cloth. She really had a doctor's touch, and it was nice to know that someone actually cared for once. Living on your own for so long could desensitize a person to such things.
Jean furrowed her brows and looked at the bandage above Logan's right eye. "Does that hurt?"
He just shrugged. "Not much the cut itself, I got a killer headache though." Logan half smiled with a sigh and leaned back against the pillows on the bed. He knew it wasn't good to stay in one place long, but at the moment the two of them didn't really have a choice. Logan was injured, and Jean...well, she wasn't going to leave him and venture out there on her own anyways.
"Oh!" Jean exclaimed suddenly, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out a bottle of medicine and dumped a few pills into her hand. "I almost forgot about these. I...well, I stuck them in my pocket down at the pharmacy...I didn't have enough money with me." She bit her lower lip, bowing her head down in shame.
Logan just snorted. "So yer a little thief huh?" He smirked, looking at the pill bottle.
Jean frowned at him and stood up suddenly, gaining a defensive tone. "I am not! For your information, you dragged me out of the train without giving me a chance to grab my bags and-"
Logan put up a hand to stop her. "It's alright darlin', I didn't mean nothin' by it. I was kiddin'. I know it ain't yer fault."
"You got that right." Jean grumbled. She then handed Logan the pills. "Take these. They won't do too much for the pain, but it'll help you sleep."
He leaned his head back, tossing the pills in his mouth and swallowing them. Logan grunted, looking out the window for a moment, then he faced Jean again. "I really shouldn't sleep...we can't be stayin' here too long, he'll find us."
Jean frowned, knowing very well who 'he' was. She didn't want him finding them either. She nodded at Logan. "I know. I'll wake you in a little while, some rest might do you good though."
He let out a sort of grunt, then closed his eyes and tried to get to sleep.
Jean moved towards the window, staring out to the streets through the dirty glass. She leaned against the window frame for a little while before deciding to lay down on the other bed. Jean doubted she could sleep, and although it was nearly two in the morning, she wasn't very tired...or so she thought.
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