Chapter Six

I opened my eyes slowly, waiting for them to focus. Soon, the room came into focus and I looked up at a white ceiling. My mind registered the ceiling as the one in my dream. The panic I felt then returned and I began to scream. Logan rushed to over to me.

"Ororo, it's okay. It's okay. You're safe," he said, sitting on the side of the bed, his arms encircling me, "I'm here."

Calming down, I tried to figure out where I was and what happened. Logan, still holding me, waited until he felt my breathing return to normal. Holding me at arms length, I looked into his worried face. He looked at if he hadn't slept in weeks. Behind him stood Jean Grey and Henry McCoy, our teammates who were the resident doctors.

"Ro, thank goodness you're okay. We were soo worried about you," Jean said, coming over to sit on the other side of the bed.

"How did I get back here?" I asked as Jean pressed the button to lift the head of the bed so I could sit up. Henry fussed with the pillows to make sure I was comfortable. Once he finished, Logan leaned me back onto them.

I groaned, now aware of the pain in my back as I leaned heavily on the pillows.

"Are you comfortable, Ororo?" Henry asked, concern written all over his blue, furry face.

"I think so," I said trying to find a comfortable position, "What happened?"

"It's been a long night and we all need rest, especially you and Logan," Jean replied, looking from me to Logan who now stood over at the window, looking out into the night.

"We'll talk about it in the morning."

After checking the machines and giving me kisses on the cheek, Jean and Henry left the room, leaving me alone with Logan.

He hadn't said a word since I woke up. I tried moving again to a more comfortable position but pain started shooting from everywhere, especially my ankle. I groaned again and Logan quickly came over to me.

"What's da matter, Ro?" he asked, his eyes shining with tears. No, those can't be, I thought, looking closely at his eyes. He quickly blinked them away and waited for me to answer his question.

"Nothing. Everything. Everything hurts," I groaned.

"Logan, how did we get back to the mansion?" I asked, hoping he would give me the answers that would make sense out of all of this.

"I called Jean using the cell phone in your bag and asked her and Hank to come and get us. I saw you from the kitchen windows walking along the shore. I figured you were taking a walk. So I started fixin breakfast, wanting to surprise you. When you didn't come back after a few hours, my instincts told me something was wrong. I went out looking for you. I walked for hours. The more time passed, the more I worried.

"I picked up your scent and followed it to the trap. I saw you down in the hole and freaked. I cut the trap and got you out. You were cold to the touch and your breathing was very shallow. I brought you back to the cabin and tried to tend to you myself but I couldn't get you to open your eyes. So I called Red and had her to come in the jet and get us. She and Henry worked on you as I flew us back to the mansion. They were very worried. They tried to stabilize you but your blood pressure was dropping and they thought we were losing you. Once we got back to the mansion, they were able to get you stabilized."

He stopped and turned back to the window. I waited for him to continue. When he didn't after a few minutes, I asked, "How long have I been out?"

"Four days," he answered, turning back to face me.

Shocked, I lowered my eyes. I didn't know what to think. Four days! I vaguely remembered the fall and struggle to get out but everything after that was darkness. Tears slowly fell from my eyes, landing on my hands. Sensing my confusion, Logan came over to me and took me in his arms. While I came to terms with the confusing events of the last five days of my life, I enjoyed the warmth of the embrace, wishing it would never end. Knowing it would, I gently pulled away and asked the only question that came to mind.

"You never left my side did you?" I asked yawning, my eyes getting heavier. I guess my pain medication was kicking in.

"No. I felt like it was my fault that you were out there. If I hadn't been a jerk when I came back Saturday morning, we would have stayed at the cabin til you were ready to come back to the mansion."

"You can't help being a jerk, Logan," I told him, yawning again, fighting to stay awake, "But I love you anyway."

I can't believe I said that, I thought as my eyes slowly closed taking in Logan's reaction. I guess I was still having my selfish weekend, my four day coma and injuries notwithstanding. Slowly falling prey to the medicine induced slumber, I felt the bed shift under Logan's weight and heard the words I had longed to hear.

"I love you too."