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The Train Station chp.10
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Logan watched without moving as Victor slowly made his way toward him, figuring there was no fight left in him, and this would be easy. Creed couldn't be more wrong. Logan knew in his current state that he didn't have a chance against the much larger man, but he was going to give him hell. Logan felt a snarl escape his lips, then somewhat shakily dodged to the side, punching Victor in the ribs with a hard right. He definetly broke a rib or two with that one.
Creed let out a harsh breath as the air was knocked out of him, then a short, painful noise escaped his lips and he glared evilly at Logan. "Why you-!" he put a hand to his side, then body slammed Logan roughly into the brick wall of a building, using all his weight.
Logan howled in pain as he connected with the wall, hearing the sickening snap of his own bones breaking at the incredible force Creed had shoved him. He dropped to the ground awkwardly, trying to avoid further harming his leg while clutching to his ribs and trying to catch his breath.
Victor laughed wickedly, grabbing a trash can lid off the ground. "Well, well, well, runt. How does it feel?" he sneered, watching the other man struggle with each breath. Creed raised the metal lid, preparing to strike Logan in the neck with the edge, when he suddenly froze as a loud, echoeing noise reached his ears.
Logan took in a ragged breath, staring at Victor and trying to prepare himself for the blow. The defeaning sound startled him for a brief second, when he watched the mobster's jaw drop and his eyes roll back into his head as he slumped to the ground in front of him. Logan stared on, barely keeping his eyes open when he saw Jean standing behind Victor, a smoking gun in her shaky hands. "Jean...?"
Tears rimmed her eyes and she dropped the gun, immediately rushing to Logan's side and stepping over the mob enforcer's body. "Oh God," she gasped. "Oh God, you-you're shot, and..." Jean looked him over, noticing blood stains on the t-shirt he wore. She started to lift his shirt gently, examining for more grievous wounds when he winced, taking in a sharp, unsteady breath.
Logan groaned as his eyelids began to flutter. "Think I...got some...broken...ribs." he told her lowly, and immediately feeling guilty for the concerned look in her eyes.
Jean nervously bit her lip as she pulled his shirt up all the way to examine his abdomen and chest, fearing to discover what she already figured was true. She felt a sinking in her stomach at the sight of his distended belly, an indication that it was filling with blood from internal bleeding. She ran a nervous hand across her forehead, then met his gaze. "I think...well...you're broken ribs must have punctured something."
Logan groaned, then coughed hoarsly, a trickle of blood running down his chin.
Jean was now getting extremely worried and anxious. She'd just killed a man, or so she figured him dead, and she didn't know what to do about Logan. The two of them couldn't be seen over here. Jean glanced back at Logan, running a hand over his sweaty forehead before checking his pulse. It was weak and thready, and it seemed as though he'd already lost alot of blood. "Logan, you're going into shock, I need to get you to a hospital."
He was only able to groan in protest, but he knew she was right.
Jean sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes. She gently grabbed Logan's arm and tried getting him to his feet. "C'mon, I know I really shouldn't move you, but I don't want to leave you to find a phone."
Logan struggled with keeping awake and putting the pain in the back of his mind as Jean helped him up. He glanced at Creed with a slight smirk, thanking his lucky stars that Jean had done what she did. He knew it must have been hard, but he gave her alot of credit. "Jean..." he started as he stumbled down the alley with her. "I don't think...I can make it...to a hospital..." Logan rasped.
"Yes you will, we just have to keep going! Just don't talk like that!" Jean told him sternly, pushing on and trying to hide the fear in her voice. "You'll be fine...You have to be because I...I love you." she said honestly, surprised that the words had come out of her own mouth.
Logan let out a soft snort. "Yer jus'...sayin' that...'cuz I'm dyin'." he said with a mild smirk.
"Don't say that!" she said vehemently, pushing back more tears. "And, I really mean it Logan." she said softly, leading him just out of the alley. Jean didn't hear him say anything more, and figured he wasn't able to. Rounding the corner, she gaped at the sight before her. By some miracle which she could only describe as being fate, there was a hospital right there, across the street. "Help! Someone help us, please!" she screamed once she saw an ambulance pull up to the Emergency Room.
A few of the rescuers spotted her, and yelled back to the people in the E.R. "We need a gurney out here, now!!" one of the paramedics called out, rushing toward Jean and Logan.
"Please, my...my husband needs help!" she pleaded.
"Don't worry ma'am, we'll take care of him. What happened?" the man asked, helping Jean with Logan's weight as a doctor in a white coat and a few nurses came out with a gurney.
"Uh, we...we were mugged!" she lied. "The guy beat him pretty bad and shot him in the leg." Jean told him through tears. "He was protecting me." she said quietly. Jean then proceeded to tell the paramedic that she'd shot Victor with his own gun, though she said that he was the mugger and never mentioned his name.
The paramedic just nodded and he and the doctor got Logan onto the gurney. "We'll get some police over there and take care of it, don't you worry."
"Oh, wait!" Jean gasped, following the people as they wheeled Logan toward the E.R. "I'm pretty sure he has internal bleeding from some broken ribs, and he just went into shock." she received a strange look from the doctor and the paramedic, then quickly told them, "I'm a doctor, back in Chicago."
They nodded, quickly rushing Logan inside with Jean following after worriedly.
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The Train Station chp.10
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Logan watched without moving as Victor slowly made his way toward him, figuring there was no fight left in him, and this would be easy. Creed couldn't be more wrong. Logan knew in his current state that he didn't have a chance against the much larger man, but he was going to give him hell. Logan felt a snarl escape his lips, then somewhat shakily dodged to the side, punching Victor in the ribs with a hard right. He definetly broke a rib or two with that one.
Creed let out a harsh breath as the air was knocked out of him, then a short, painful noise escaped his lips and he glared evilly at Logan. "Why you-!" he put a hand to his side, then body slammed Logan roughly into the brick wall of a building, using all his weight.
Logan howled in pain as he connected with the wall, hearing the sickening snap of his own bones breaking at the incredible force Creed had shoved him. He dropped to the ground awkwardly, trying to avoid further harming his leg while clutching to his ribs and trying to catch his breath.
Victor laughed wickedly, grabbing a trash can lid off the ground. "Well, well, well, runt. How does it feel?" he sneered, watching the other man struggle with each breath. Creed raised the metal lid, preparing to strike Logan in the neck with the edge, when he suddenly froze as a loud, echoeing noise reached his ears.
Logan took in a ragged breath, staring at Victor and trying to prepare himself for the blow. The defeaning sound startled him for a brief second, when he watched the mobster's jaw drop and his eyes roll back into his head as he slumped to the ground in front of him. Logan stared on, barely keeping his eyes open when he saw Jean standing behind Victor, a smoking gun in her shaky hands. "Jean...?"
Tears rimmed her eyes and she dropped the gun, immediately rushing to Logan's side and stepping over the mob enforcer's body. "Oh God," she gasped. "Oh God, you-you're shot, and..." Jean looked him over, noticing blood stains on the t-shirt he wore. She started to lift his shirt gently, examining for more grievous wounds when he winced, taking in a sharp, unsteady breath.
Logan groaned as his eyelids began to flutter. "Think I...got some...broken...ribs." he told her lowly, and immediately feeling guilty for the concerned look in her eyes.
Jean nervously bit her lip as she pulled his shirt up all the way to examine his abdomen and chest, fearing to discover what she already figured was true. She felt a sinking in her stomach at the sight of his distended belly, an indication that it was filling with blood from internal bleeding. She ran a nervous hand across her forehead, then met his gaze. "I think...well...you're broken ribs must have punctured something."
Logan groaned, then coughed hoarsly, a trickle of blood running down his chin.
Jean was now getting extremely worried and anxious. She'd just killed a man, or so she figured him dead, and she didn't know what to do about Logan. The two of them couldn't be seen over here. Jean glanced back at Logan, running a hand over his sweaty forehead before checking his pulse. It was weak and thready, and it seemed as though he'd already lost alot of blood. "Logan, you're going into shock, I need to get you to a hospital."
He was only able to groan in protest, but he knew she was right.
Jean sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes. She gently grabbed Logan's arm and tried getting him to his feet. "C'mon, I know I really shouldn't move you, but I don't want to leave you to find a phone."
Logan struggled with keeping awake and putting the pain in the back of his mind as Jean helped him up. He glanced at Creed with a slight smirk, thanking his lucky stars that Jean had done what she did. He knew it must have been hard, but he gave her alot of credit. "Jean..." he started as he stumbled down the alley with her. "I don't think...I can make it...to a hospital..." Logan rasped.
"Yes you will, we just have to keep going! Just don't talk like that!" Jean told him sternly, pushing on and trying to hide the fear in her voice. "You'll be fine...You have to be because I...I love you." she said honestly, surprised that the words had come out of her own mouth.
Logan let out a soft snort. "Yer jus'...sayin' that...'cuz I'm dyin'." he said with a mild smirk.
"Don't say that!" she said vehemently, pushing back more tears. "And, I really mean it Logan." she said softly, leading him just out of the alley. Jean didn't hear him say anything more, and figured he wasn't able to. Rounding the corner, she gaped at the sight before her. By some miracle which she could only describe as being fate, there was a hospital right there, across the street. "Help! Someone help us, please!" she screamed once she saw an ambulance pull up to the Emergency Room.
A few of the rescuers spotted her, and yelled back to the people in the E.R. "We need a gurney out here, now!!" one of the paramedics called out, rushing toward Jean and Logan.
"Please, my...my husband needs help!" she pleaded.
"Don't worry ma'am, we'll take care of him. What happened?" the man asked, helping Jean with Logan's weight as a doctor in a white coat and a few nurses came out with a gurney.
"Uh, we...we were mugged!" she lied. "The guy beat him pretty bad and shot him in the leg." Jean told him through tears. "He was protecting me." she said quietly. Jean then proceeded to tell the paramedic that she'd shot Victor with his own gun, though she said that he was the mugger and never mentioned his name.
The paramedic just nodded and he and the doctor got Logan onto the gurney. "We'll get some police over there and take care of it, don't you worry."
"Oh, wait!" Jean gasped, following the people as they wheeled Logan toward the E.R. "I'm pretty sure he has internal bleeding from some broken ribs, and he just went into shock." she received a strange look from the doctor and the paramedic, then quickly told them, "I'm a doctor, back in Chicago."
They nodded, quickly rushing Logan inside with Jean following after worriedly.
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