A/N: Thanks so much to everyone for all the wonderful reviews!! It makes me sad that this is the last chapter. Hope ya'll like it though!! ::crosses fingers::

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The Train Station chp.11

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Jean nervously paced back and forth in the hallway of the waiting room. There was no one else around, and the wait was driving her mad. She chewed her lower lip in an attempt to prevent more tears from spilling though she'd thought she had none left to shed. Just thinking that Logan could be dead had caused the tears to rush down her face and she finally forced herself to sit down.

Taking in a deep breath and sniffling, Jean leaned her head back against the wall and briefly closed her eyes. Through the few days that she'd spent with Logan she had grown incredibly close to him. Right now, she even felt as though she truly loved him. It had come as a shock to her when she told him that in the alley, and hadn't realized it was completely true until now. Now that she could be loosing him, Jean thought bitterly. Just as she was getting ready for another round of pacing the halls, a doctor wearing green scrubs came around the corner from the operating room. She stood immediately, holding her hands together, close to her heart. "What's going on? He's not-...is he-"

"Dead?" The doctor smiled calmly, his thick brown mustache twitching. "Your husband's going to be fine ma'am."

Jean sighed, slowly releasing the breath she'd been holding. Then, as an afterthought, she smiled faintly, realizing she liked hearing 'your husband'. Her husband, and not her psychopathic ex. Logan didn't seem like much of a 'settling down' type of guy, but if she put her mind to it, thinking about what he'd done for her, Jean saw him as the perfect family man. She sniffled, tears of joy streaking her already tear stained cheeks.

The doctor's smile widened, then dulled a bit as he began finishing what he needed to say. "We had to perform some surgery, but we managed to stop the internal bleeding and give him a transfusion. One of the broken ribs punctured his lung, and a fragment cut into his stomach. We couldn't do much about the ribs besides wrap him up after sealing the surgical incisions. It might take a while until he fully recovers, but he will be alright."

"What about his leg?" Jean pressed on, making sure she kept her composure as she tried to act professional and let her doctor side take over.

"Oh," the doctor continued, "we removed the bullet. There was some tissue damage but not much. It'll be sore for a while an' he might end up with a slight limp, but otherwise the leg's good." he studied her features for a moment, then smiled kindly. "Would you like to see him?"

Jean nodded anxiously.

"You're husband's in the recovery room, right this way." the doctor motioned for her to follow as he turned down the hallway he came form.

Jean followed, preparing herself for what she was going to see. Being a doctor herself, she'd seen many things, all kinds of injuries, but it was very different seeing someone you loved seriously hurt.

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Standing over the hospital bed, Jean took Logan's right hand and pulled up a chair to sit down. She noticed there was still a dark bruise on his left shoulder from when he dislocated it, but that was the least of her concern at the moment. Jean gently stroked his hand, examining the scrapes over his knuckles. She ignored the beeping machines and tried to look past all the tubes and wires that surrounded him. "You'll be okay Logan, I know you will, I need you." she whispered lowly.

The doctor watched her from the doorway, then cleared his throat fairly loudly to gain her attention. "If you want, you can take up sleep on the bed next to your husband's. It's empty, and I don't foresee anyone needing it tonight."

Jean smiled thankfully. "Thank you, for everything."

The middle-aged doctor nodded, brushing a hand over his mustache. He half smiled, then left the room to give the woman some privacy.

Jean slowly raised from her chair, walking around to the other side of Logan's bed where the vacant medical bed was. She sat down slowly, then laid back and closed her eyes, planning to do so for only a brief moment.

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By the time Jean had awakened, it was nearly 5:30 a.m. the next morning. She took in a deep breath, yawned, and sat up rubbing her eyes. As she hopped off the bed and stood over Logan with new tears in her eyes, she failed to notice the faintest twitch of his hand.

"Unnh..." He groaned faintly, making a noise that sounded more like a bare wheeze than a breath.

Jean caught the sound, then took his hand and squeezed it firmly. "Come on Logan, wake up." she whispered.

Opening his eyes very slowly in order to adjust to the brightness of the room, Logan focused on Jean's watery green eyes and he gave a sideways grin.

"How're you feeling?" she asked, concerned, unable to look away from the tube that went up his nose.

"Dunno." Logan grunted hoarsly. "They got me so drugged up...I can't feel nothin'." he whispered.

Jean laughed quietly and smiled, glancing up at the I.V. bag above the bed. "The doctor's say you'll be fine. They had to perform surgery last night to stop the internal bleeding, you've got a few broken ribs, and you might end up with a limp from the bullet that went in your leg, but other than that..." she trailed off, gently stroking his hand.

"So, besides all o' that junk, I'm good right?" he said lightheartedly with a slight smirk.

"Yeah." Jean sniffled, biting her lower lip and glancing off to the side. "What should we do now? I mean, Creed's dead, so it's all over right?"

Logan gave her a sad look and slowly shook his head. "It won't be over,...fer me anyways." he frowned with a sigh. "If anyone in the family cares that Vic's dead, they'll come after me."

Jean closed her eyes tightly for a second, then gently leaned over Logan and hugged him, careful not to aggrivate any one of his many injuries. "If it's not over for you, it's not over for me." she whispered, burying her face into the side of his neck. "I meant it when I said that I loved you."

Logan's eyes lit up as she pulled away and he grinned. "I've loved you...since the second I first laid eyes on ya in that train station, even if I was too dumb ta know it then."

Jean laughed, tears of joy in her eyes. She then kissed Logan full on the lips, each of them making an unspoken promise to stay together, to love eachother, no matter what. They would start their lives over together, go on to Canada as they'd planned, and try to stay out of trouble.

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*end*

A/N: So, it's over. ::sobs:: I couldn't kill Logan, that would've been too evil. ::smirks:: Not sure about a sequel or anything...we'll see. Maybe not for a while.