This is shorter because I had a little hard time writing this chapter. Please review.
Logan woke up very late. He opened his eyes and found himself back in the med lab. He sniffed the room and smelled that Hank was not there. Victor wasn't either, but he was recently here. Logan looked to where the clock was on the wall next to the door. 6:00. That didn't help him with knowing if it was the next day or not. He looked at his bedside table where another clock was. It was digital and read 6:00 pm.
Logan sat up and saw that he was hooked to machines. He was about to take off the tubes and wires when Hank came in. He walked to Logan. Logan then just started ripping them off. Hank then looked Logan over.
"How are you feeling, Logan?" he asked.
Logan didn't say anything.
"You gave us quite a scare three days ago-"
"Whoa, wait. Three days?"
"Yes, three days. It took a day for your healing factor to completely get rid of the drugs from your body and heal it up, but from you not sleeping, you had much needed sleep," Hank said. "Logan, I want to help you-"
"I don't want yer help! Just leave me alone!"
Logan jumped out of the bed and ran out of the med lab. Hank sighed and went into his office. Logan ran to the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. He took the stairs and went up to the suite and closed the door behind him then he went into his and Victor's room.
It had been three more weeks after the second incident. Victor had tried to get Logan to talk with him, but Logan down right refused to. So, Victor would try and hug him when they would go to bed, but Logan didn't allow him to. Logan just kept pushing him away. Victor didn't know what it was like to lose a child after carrying it for eight months.
A week later, Logan decided to go the kitchen and get a beer. He walked to the elevator, walked into it and pressed the a moment the doors opened and he walked the rest of the way to the kitchen hoping to find it empty, but found Kurt sitting at the island. Logan sighed and walked to the fridge.
Kurt turned to where Logan was and smiled a little. "Guten tag, Herr Logan."
Logan turned his head to Kurt and nodded as he looked through the fridge. He found a beer and took it out. He popped the top off and sat next to Kurt. He sipped from the bottle and looked at the counter.
"How are you, Logan?"
Logan shrugged. "Alright. . ."
"Everyone has been vorried about you."
Logan then just nodded.
"Logan, I know that you are hurting a lot from the loss of your child. When I am feeling down, I turn to the Lord. He vill help you through this. All you need is faith and to believe," Kurt said.
Logan looked at Kurt. "I don't think I can do that right now," Logan said. "I'm not feelin' up to doin' it."
"I understand Logan. I don't know vhat it is like to lose a child, but I am here for you if you need to talk."
Logan nodded. "I will keep that in mind, elf," he said.
He got up and walked out with his beer. He didn't notice that Victor was watching him. Logan walked to the rec room and saw Jean in there. He walked to her and sat beside her on the couch.
"Jean, I need to talk 'bout the loss of my child," he said with tears in his eyes.
"Logan, I am here for you," Jean said, turning to him. "Go ahead."
"It's just so hard," Logan said, sniffling as tears were falling down his eyes. "I carried him for eight months. Eight wonderful months. Then he just dies after the car accident. I blamed myself for my little pup's death."
"Do you still blame yourself?"
"Not so much anymore."
Jean smiled. "Good," she said.
"I still have the nursery up, too. I don't want to take it down." He set his beer bottle down and just broke down crying. "I just want him back so badly!" Logan sobbed and hunched over.
Jean wrapped her arms around Logan and put his head on her shoulder. "It's going to bed okay, Logan," she said. "Scott and I haven't been doing well with children either. We keep losing them after a couple months. I know what it is like to lose a child."
Logan put his arms around Jean, hugging her back and continued crying on her shoulder.
"Thanks so much for listenin'," he said, his crying ceasing.
"Anytime, Logan," she said. "I'll be here for you if you need to talk again."
Logan looked at her and smiled.
Victor watched, unseen from the rec room entrance. He was scowling. He couldn't believe Logan would go and talk to Jean and Kurt and not even talk to him? Victor was very jealous of this strong bond between Jean and Logan. He left the room and walked down the hall. Logan should be crying on Victor's shoulder not Jean's. It should be Logan with his arms around Victor not Jean.
Victor had walked into the kitchen. No one was in their now. Victor got out a beer and popped the top off. He emptied it halfway in two gulps and sat at the island, glaring out the window. Logan should have been talking to Victor about the loss of their child. Logan wasn't the only one who lost the child. Victor did, too. He helped create the child and he loved the child as much as Logan did.
Victor drained the rest of the bottle and put it in the returnables. Victor got out another beer and drank half of it. He sighed some and finished the bottle. He put it in the returnables, too and was about to walk out the back door when he heard Logan behind him. He turned around and saw that Logan was standing there.
Victor decided to try and walk away, but Logan grabbed his arm and held him back. "Wait."
"What, Jimmy?"
"I wanna talk."
"You wanna talk? Then why don't ya go talk with Jean instead since ya two get along so well."
"Victor, ya don't know what it's like to lose a child."
"I do, Jimmy. I helped create the pup and I loved him as much as ya did."
"I'm sorry, Victor," Logan said, sighing and turned to leave.
Victor turned to Logan. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be jealous."
Logan turned to Victor. "It's okay, Victor."
"I am really sorry. I know ya needed someone who actually lost a child to talk to," he said. "I just got very jealous."
"Honestly, Victor, I forgive ya."
Victor smiled a little. "Thanks," Victor said.
Logan smiled back and they left to go up stairs.