The three distinct gunshots rang out in the humid Manhattan air. He roared, his metal frame pounding hard on the pavement as he moved faster than he had ever moved, doing his best to get to her. His heart was pounding out of his chest, his mind reeling. He was not going to lose her. He cursed the failed mission and Iceman who was her partner. When Xavier gave them their task in stopping the terrorist attack the garbage known as the Friends of Humanity was threatening to unleash on Manhattan, they had all paired off. The bad feeling, he had when Xavier paired her with Bobby had now come to fruition.
His roars filled the air, his breathing harsh, his claws out as he crossed the street to see the cowards, one brandishing the gun, running down the alleyway to an unmarked van waiting for them. His parting epithet to them as they sped away was a warning of things to come. The faint gasping for air had him turning and making his way over to Ororo lying on the cold pavement, Iceman kneeling over her, crying and unsure of what to do.
"Move!" Logan barked, as he knelt and clutched her hand tightly in his.
"Logan…" She could not get anything else out.
"Don't do this ta me baby," he replied, feeling the life draining from her.
"I love you…" she whispered, her eyes closing, her body now lifeless.
Oh, hell no! He was not about to lose her. He was a dead man without her. Leaning over her, he began CPR. Furiously, he worked on her, willing her back to him. "Come on baby. Breathe fer me." One. Two. Three. Breathe. "Ororo Munroe! Woman, open yer eyes, dammit!"
"I need help here!" Logan roared. He was working so feverishly on her that he did not hear the footsteps of their teammates running up. One. Two. Three. Breathe. "Darlin'…please."
With each passing second, he felt himself losing hope. One. Two. Three. Breathe. His enhance hearing enabled him to hear her sudden gasp for air. Her pulse was weak, and her beautiful caramel color was fading, but she was conscious…barely. Logan wiped the tears he did not know were running down his cheeks. "I'm here baby." He said hoarsely, grasping her hand.
He felt Hank knelt next to him, dropping some supplies on the ground. "Let her go Logan, let me help," the furry doctor pleaded with the wild man. As if on autopilot, he gave Hank the room he needed. Quickly, Hank located where one of the bullets pierced her side and placed a foam product there, immediately stopped the bleeding.
"Logan…Logan…" she weakly called his name before an oxygen mask was placed over her face infusing her body with the much-needed element.
He placed a loving, tender kiss on the top of her hair. "I'm here, darlin'. I'm here."