Chapter 19

Four days had gone by and the X-Men had not returned. I was worried that something had happened. I left my room and went to talk to the professor. I opened the doors to find him sitting behind his desk.

"Ah, Pixie, so good to see you. What troubles you?" he asked.

"They have been gone for four days now." I stated.

"It is not uncommon for a mission to last more than a few days."

"Yes but I feel as if something is wrong." I said.

"Do not worry. I am sure everything is alright." said the professor.

I sighed. "Alright. Well, will you let me know when they get back?" I asked.

"Sure." he said with a smile.

I turned towards the door and just before I opened it, I froze.

"Tria, meet us down in the infirmary, now!"

I turned towards the professor. He had the same look upon his face.

"Did you hear her?" I asked.

"Go." said the professor.

I threw open the door and ran towards the elevator. I reached the basement and sprinted off towards the infirmary. The door opened and I ran in. There lay Logan, unconscious and bleeding.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked.

"Tria, come on I need your help." said Jean. I slowly walked over to her.

"Why is he like this, he should be healing himself." I said. I grabbed some antiseptic and began cleaning his wounds.

"Something went wrong. I don't know what, but from the way Logan is, he must have been slipped something to delay his self healing. I just don't know." Jean whispered the last part.

I grabbed some gauze after cleaning the wounds, and taped him up. Jean hooked up a breathing machine to help him breathe. As she hooked him up, Logan began to shake.

"Tria hold him down!" she said. Logan was thrashing all over and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold him. I grabbed his body using my mind and concentrated on holding him down. He stopped moving and Jean finished hooking him up.

I grabbed a syringe filled with sleeping medicine. I injected it into his arm and he started to stop fighting. He calmed down to the point where he finally fell asleep.

Jean and I stepped back and heaved a sigh. Logan lay between us. The only sound was the beeping of his heart monitor.

"Tria do you mind watching him while I go and clean up?" asked Jean quietly.

My head snapped up when she spoke. "Uh yea. Sure. I'll watch him, you go and get some rest. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks." she said. She walked out of the room leaving only me and Logan.

I slowly walked over to him. His breathing was rhythmic and he seemed so at peace. I pulled up a chair and sat next to him.

I didn't know why I had accepted to watch over him. This man had hurt me and I wanted nothing to do with him, and here I was, sitting next to him as his life hung in the balance.

So many things were rushing through my mind that I didn't notice myself fall asleep.

I woke up about an hour later. I had a headache the size of Montana and my neck hurt. I rolled out the crick in my neck and got up. I went over to Logan to check up on his injuries.

I pulled back a piece of gauze. The only thing that showed any sign of injury was a slight pink scar. I rubbed my finger slightly over the scar. A hand grabbed my wrist making me jump in shock.

"That tickles." he grumbled.

"Sorry." I smiled. I took of the rest of the bandages and threw them away.

"What's the damage." he said.

I sighed. I really didn't want to talk to him but I couldn't face the inevitable.

"You'll be fine. Unfortunately you will have scars from what happened, but you should be fine."

I said.

"Thanks doc." he said.

"What happened?" I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

He sighed and looked away.

"Oh that's right, you don't want anyone to know anything about you. Sorry."

"Pix it's not that." he said.

"Then what is it Logan? Obviously you don't wanna let people get too close to you. You only care about yourself! You have no want to help others!"

"I helped you didn't I?" he yelled.

"Yes but right now there are people here you care about you, who want to help you,"

"What like you?" he asked interrupting me.

"Yes like me. I care a lot about you."

"Obviously. You've done a wonderful job." he said with sarcasm.

"Don't even. I had to stand there and watch as you almost died. My heart crushed seeing you lying here having a machine breathe for you! Do you even care that someone wants to help you?"

"I don't need help from anyone." he growled.

"Fine." I sighed. I walked towards the door. "Just remember that the next time you almost die because I will surely not be there to save your sorry ass."

The door opened and I stormed out of there, tears falling from my eyes. There was nothing I could do to make him see that he needed help from time to time.

I went to the elevator and pushed the button. The door opened and I went to step in when an arm blocked my way.

"What do you want." I said.

"Look, I'm sorry about what I said, I just,"

"You just don't know what you want. You don't know how to accept help from people. Is that right?" I said.

"That's about it. But I also want help. I just don't know how to ask. Listen I'm sorry that I said what I said, and I haven't forgotten about what you told me. It's just a bit of a shock."

"What's a shock. That someone likes you?" I asked.

"No, it's a shock that it's you, who likes me." he said.

"Why, am I not allowed to have feelings for you? It seems that you just keep digging yourself into a deeper hole then you already are in." I said.

"I'm just trying to apologize." he said.

"Well you're doing a pretty shitty job of it." I said. "Excuse me." I said.

He dropped his arm and I stepped into the elevator. I chanced one last glance at Logan and noticed a small hint of sadness in his eyes. The door closed and tears fell from my eyes. Whatever chance I had with him was now gone.

Sorry if this chapter seems a bit odd or not as good. I am presently sick so i think my mind is a bit groggy and not all there. Let me know what you think!!