From Germany, With Love
"I'm boooooooored." Kitty complained, although she was grateful that they took the tube out of her throat two days ago.
"Yeah," Logan sighed, leaning back against his pillow. "Me too."
Kitty smiled mischievously and said, "I bet we could sneak outta here."
"Kitty, your entire leg is in a full cast." He reminded her, waving to the large plaster cast now on her leg. They had taken out the metal bars in her leg earlier that day and Kitty was verbal about leaving the hospital since. "I don't think you can sneak anywhere."
"Logan," Kitty whined loudly, turning her head to look at him. "I don't appreciate you tearing apart my vague and not very well thought out plan. It's just rude."
"Sorry, I'm sure it would work and you could escape from here with nobody noticing."
"That's more like it." She said with a smirk. There was a minute of silence and Kitty bit her lip and softly said, "I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" Logan asked, knowing the answer already. He figured it was best to let her keep apologizing and get it out of her system.
"The flowers were for me." She reminded him, trying to bury the hate she felt for Ashley. "You're in here because of me."
"It's not like I have anywhere better to be." Logan pointed out. "Besides, it's that LeRoux guy's fault."
"Still, it made your heart stop," Kitty winced, remembering him on the bed with no heartbeat and the fear she felt. "That had to hurt like a bitch."
"I've been through worse."
"Like what?" Kitty asked curiously as he raised his eyebrows. "It's like you said, we don't have anything better to do. Let's swap some war stories." He stayed silent so she offered, "I'll go first."
"Okay." Logan nodded.
Kitty sat up a bit straighter and asked, "Did I ever tell you about the time I left a German prince at the altar?"
"Uh, no." Logan said slowly, shaking him head.
"Okay, well, let me start out by saying that I can speak, read, and write seven different languages and not one of those is German." Kitty explained with a smile. "So, I was in Munich on a job and this kinda cute guy comes up to me and starts speaking rapid German. And you know that smile-nod thing you do when you have absolutely no idea what someone is saying?"
"Yeah?"
"Well, I was doing that. This guy takes me out to dinner, and I don't understand a single word he's saying. So, I wake up in this room with no memory of how I got there. I had absolutely no idea where I was, but the room looks like it's made of gold. I was so distracted by the gold," She paused, waving her hands. "Everything, that I didn't notice that almost all of my clothes were gone. The only thing in the room was this beautiful, breath-taking white gown hanging on the back of a wardrobe. So, I figure, what the hell, I'm not going to walk around in my underwear, and I put it on. Then, there's a knock at the door. I open it and there's a very nice woman who comes in and starts putting makeup on me. Now, I'm trying every single language I know- English, Spanish, Greek, Gaelic, French, Latin. Hell, I even tried sign language."
"Wait a second," Logan said, holding up his hands. "You speak Latin?"
"Yeah." Kitty shrugged.
"Who the hell speaks Latin?"
"Well, how else am I going to summon the demons to take me home?" Kitty smiled. "Anyways, the girl only speaks German, of course. She finishes my makeup and it's like, Hollywood quality makeup, then she does this intricate braid thing with my hair and pins it up. I've tried to escape this woman, like four times, and she was just not having it. She finishes my hair and makeup, then gives me these Cinderella diamond shoes and I'm freaking out, wondering how, with all these languages, no one can understand me. By the time I realize what the hell is going on, the wedding march is going on in the background and this woman is leading me through this bloody castle where all the servants bow when I walk and I'm trying to figure out how to escape. The girl stops at a door and hands me off to a man wearing a kilt, so I try asking him what the hell is going on in Gaelic. Hallelujah, he speaks Gaelic!" She threw her hands up in the air with a smile, remembering her relief. "He kinda looks at me funny and said, "The Prince asked for your hand in marriage last night and you agreed." And now I'm hyperventilating and tell him, "I don't remember anything last night. He was speaking gibberish and I drank some wine he gave me that tasted kinda funny, then I woke up mostly nude in a bed."
"He drugged you." Logan translated through his teeth, anger coursing through him.
"Well, honestly that's the only way anyone's getting me down an aisle in a white dress. And can you believe that I was actually open to the idea of marriage before this? And I'm not really sure if he...If anything happened when I was-" Kitty noticed the expression on his face and decided to move on with the story. "But anyways, the guy says, 'You don't speak German at all, do you?' And I'm cryin' because I'm so upset and you know how I cry when I get really upset." Kitty sighed.
Logan nodded as he ground his teeth together; He thinking about how much he'd like to rip apart the Prince.
"So the guy opens his mouth like he's going to speak, then shuts it and grabs my hand and leads me to a sitting room. He said, 'I will tell them that you forgot your veil. There's a window right there, I suggest you hurry. There won't be much time but I will stall them.' So, I thank the guy through the tears and booked it as fast as I could. I ditched the glass slippers somewhere along the way and ran all the way to Munich. Everyone looked at me like I was insane, running through the streets, crying, in this ridiculous wedding gown with bloodied feet because I wasn't wearing shoes. Grabbed all my stuff and got on the next flight out of Germany. I haven't been back since for fear that they will behead me and put it on a pike." Kitty finished.
Logan just stared at her in disbelief before saying, "I don't think I have a story to follow that."