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Logan had seated himself in front of the small window in his hospital room, his back, feet, and hands were wrapped in a clean set of bandages. Word had gotten out about the man with the claws that extended from his hands, but it didn't go very far. Who would believe such a thing anyways?

 I walked into the room and sat down on the edge of the hospital bed, "Do you think that you were sent here to save me from that crash?"

 "I dunno." He grunted.

 "Oh… It's weird don't you think? I mean, I was sent to your dimension after a car accident and then you came here and… saved… me from one."

 He shrugged his shoulders.

Time to change subjects, "How're your feet?" I ask timidly noticing his bandaged feet.

 "Fine."

 "God, you're all banged up," I frowned fully taking in his appearance, "You look like crap…" 

He turned and glared at me, his left eye slightly swollen, "Gee thanks." He muttered sarcastically then turned back to looking out the window.

I climbed off the bed and walked over to him. He had to stay here for another day while I was free to go home, since I only suffered a minor concussion and a few scrapes.

 "I'm sorry." I frowned standing next to him.

He tilted his head up towards me then looked away again, "You're lookin' at the world's original loner," He frowned slightly as he turned back to me, "I never thought I needed nobody fer nothin'."

 "Why… why does that sound so familiar?"

 "Read it in one of yer comic books," He smirked then full out grinned as he shook his head and looked away, "You know Rip, I don't chase after just anyone," His smile faded and he turned back to me, "Especially in my bleeding bare feet."

I glanced down at him and tilted my head to the side, "I know…"

 "I don't think that ya do."

I raise my eyebrows, "Okay then…" Then it dawns on me and my mouth slowly drops open, "Logan are you saying-"

 He nods and goes back to staring out the window.

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Logan was finally released from the hospital and now laying on his stomach on the couch. Using his arms as a makeshift pillow, he scowled at the T.V that was turned on to some random soap opera.

 "Don't you see you idiot? She doesn't love you! She loves yer brother and is usin' you to get to-" He stopped his rant when Indiana walked in gaping at him, "What?" He asked innocently and raised an eyebrow.

 "I think I'm loosing it," She muttered gaping at Logan, "Did I just hear you yelling at the T.V?" She walked in and looked at the T.V then back to Logan, "Are you watching a soap opera?!"

 "Yer loosin' it." Logan grunted turning his attention back to the T.V.

Indiana looked to me for answers; I merely shrugged then grinned, and stood up from my position on the floor leaning against the couch next to Logan's feet.

Indiana snorted, "I was going to ask how your back is, but now I'm not."

Logan smirked at her, "I didn't know ya cared."

 "I don't." Indiana frowned then turned off the T.V then went and sat down at the kitchen table.

Logan gawked at the T.V, "Hey!" He finally shouted, "They were just about to show who gets murdered next!"

 I shook my head sadly and turned the T.V back on for him, "You are really starting to worry me." I whispered to him before I walked into the kitchen and sat at the table in front of Indiana.

He lifted his head and grinned at me then went back to watching the nonsense on the television.  

 "What did you do to him?" Indiana whispered glancing at Logan muttering at the T.V.

I smiled, "It's his meds."

 "R-ight…" She gave me a blank look, "So how are you doing?"  

 "I'm fine, it's Logan I'm worried about. All he does all day is watch those stupid soap operas, I can't wait until his feet and back are healed so I can have the couch back." The last part I said slightly louder making sure Logan could hear me.

 "I heard that!" Logan shouted, "It's either soap operas or Sesame Street, you pick."

Indiana's eyes widened, "Sesame Street?" She mouthed in shock.

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