Epilogue
It took about six months for my ankle to fully heal. I learned from Jean and Henry that it was a clean break (how can a break be clean?) so it was expected to be as good as new. Instead of using the wheel chair, walker, or crutches like my teammates advised, I opted to use my mutant powers and glided to and from my destinations. On many occasions, Jubillee and Remy mistook me for ghost and ran yelling in the opposite direction only to discover that it was really me. Imagine the fun I had when that happened.
Me and Logan are closer than ever since our little trip and big mishap. We are still just friends since he isn't over Jean yet. It makes me mad sometimes but I apply that valuable lesson I learned at the cabin…patience. If its meant to be, which I think it is.It will happen. If not, then I'm content with being his friend. I waited this long so a little (the keyword being little) more time won't hurt.
Lastly, Logan finally told me what happened that fateful morning. Unbeknownst to me was the hellified Saturday morning Logan had trying to buy some special groceries for the reminder of the weekend. He tried to help some locals (the store was about fifty miles away…locals? yeah right) break up a fight in the grocery store. The fight was between two brothers who happened to be involved with the same girl. According to Logan, some elderly guys were trying to break up the 6 feet, 20-something year olds to no avail. So trying to be helpful, he easily separated the boys. That is until one took a swing at him, thinking he could take him. Boy was he wrong. Once he said that, he didn't have to tell us the rest. We all knew what happened next. So with both of the boys laid out, Logan kindly paid for his things and left the store, leaving the older gentlemen the task of helping the younger ones up and maybe taking them to the nearest hospital. Logan ended his story saying, "Damned hicks." Don't cha just love Logan. I know I do, flaws and all.