Logan opened his eyes. It took a while to focus, but he found himself in his own bed. Was it all a dream? The blankets around him were soaked in his sweat, and his eyes burned as though he had been crying. It was a dream. Nothing more. The kiss, the sex, the death... Logan rested his head in his hands and breathed deeply. He was relieved it was only a dream. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, still trying to make sense of the ridiculous dream, when there came a knock at the door.
"Come in" he called. Rogue opened the door slowly, tears running down her cheeks.
"Oh, Logan! It's so good to see you!" He didn't really understand what was going on. She ran over and hugged him tight. "What were you thinking? What happened?" He was still confused.
"What do you mean what happened?" A deep feeling of remorse hit him, wondering if he had been drunk the night before.
"We found you on the side of the road." Logan felt his stomach flip inside him. Everything went cold, and his eyes widened.
"Where's Hank..?" Rogue looked at her feet and began to mumble quietly. Tears began to well up in her eyes. Logan felt a tear run down his cheek. His lips began to quiver.
"Logan? Are you ok, sugah?" Logan took a huge breath, held it for a second, then exhaled.
"Where. Is. Hank?" She reached out as though to hug him, but he remained seated, his eyes watering. He was too upset to be angry anymore.
"Hank's in the infirmary. He..."
"He what?" Again, Rogue didn't say anything. She choked on her soft sobs, swallowed them back, and stared into Logan's eyes.
"He's in a coma."
"So he's not dead?"
"No... Not yet..." His head lowered slowly, and he let out a horrible sound. "Logan? What happened?"
"He went on the drop of doom." He put his hands in his face and cried harder.
"Is that what happened? Did it crash or something." Logan looked up at her and whispered through his tears.
"I promised I'd tell you if he went on it."
"Tell me what?" He stared at her for a second, then put his arms out as though to hug her. She walked slowly towards him, and instead of hugging him, she sat next to him, rubbing his back. Logan swallowed loudly.
"I love him." He sniffled and wiped his face.
"We all love him, and were all worried."
"You don't understand." He pushed her off and stood. He wrapped his arms around himself and began to pace. "I've never been kissed like that before. Ever." Rogue's expression changed to one of confusion.
"You mean..."
"I'm gay, Rogue. And I love Hank." He felt himself getting angry. "And I want to see him."
"How long have you-"
"Oh, sure. That's the first thing you'd ask? Not 'oh Logan, this must be so hard for you' or 'I'll take you to him.'"
"Don't get mad at me because I didn't try to read your mind." She began to cry again.
"He's in the infirmary, right?"
"Yeah... Third room on the left." Logan walked out the door and slammed it behind him, leaving Rogue crying inside. Upon entering the hallway, he lost it. There was a small table with a vase across from him. He picked it up and began slamming it against his door. Rogue screamed from inside, but he continued until the table was little more than splinters. He leaned back against the door and broke down crying. He slid down it slowly until he was sitting on the ground among the chunks of wood.
Ororo ran down the hallway towards him.
"Logan? What has happened?" Logan looked up at her. His eyes were stained red, and his face glistened from the tears.
"Take me to Hank."
"Logan, he-" Logan jumped up and grabbed her by the collar of her blouse.
"Take me to him... I want to see him." He let go of her and she stepped back. Her eyes looked sad, but she seemed afraid.
"Fine. But never treat me this way again." Logan got ready to punch her, but instead he got the wall. She screamed.
"If you're just gunna keep freaking out, just leave, I can find my own way." She began to leave. "Oh, fuck you too, Ro!" She began to run.
Logan made his way down the long corridor to the infirmary. Every few seconds he would hope it was a dream, and he could wake up, and end this whole thing. But then he would think of the day, and wonder if it was worth losing all those memories. But what are memories without someone you love to share them with. The door to the infirmary was large and metal. He stood outside it for a minute, not sure if he really wanted to see Hank if he was dying and in pain. But Hank was in a coma. He wanted to see him before he died, even if Hank couldn't see him back, but maybe he would hear him. Maybe Logan's voice could bring him out of it, or maybe it was wishful thinking. Wishful thinking, like on the Ferris wheel. He pushed the door open and walked in. The hall was long, with small white doors on either side. The third door on the left was open wide. He peered inside to see Charles and Jean staring down at the bed. Hank was under a white blanket.
"What are ya doin'?" Startled, they both turned around quickly. They both had their hands to their heads.
"Were trying to reach him" replied Jean.
"Have you seen his memories?" Jean looked at the professor, and he nodded. She dropped her hands and ran over to Logan, hugging him.
"I'm so sorry. This must be so hard for you."
"So you know then?" Charles wheeled himself over and held Logan's hand.
"Logan..." he stopped to think. "You have to be prepared for the worst..." Logan pulled his hand away.
"Take the blanket off." Jean let go of Logan and raised her hand in the direction of the bed. The blanket rose, revealing Hank.
His chest was bandaged, but blood was still leaking through. His face looked peaceful, but he was covered in sweat. A breathing mechanism was hooked up to him. Logan walked slowly towards him, pulled up a chair, and sat.
"Hi Hank." He reached over and held his hand. Jean walked over and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Logan. It's been almost two days." He ignored her.
"It's me, Logan."
"Logan. The professor and I need to-"
"It's about time you wake up. I'm really startin' ta miss ya."
"Logan?" Jean was really beginning to get irritated.
"This morning, when I decided I'd take you out, I wasn't planning on kissing you. It just kinda..." He shrugged Jean's hand off "came to me." He pulled Hank's hand up and kissed it. "But honestly, it was the best decision I ever made." Logan heard Charles leave, but he continued talking. "And when you kissed me back, I felt like the Ferris wheel, like I could just go forever. But if you die, I don't think I'll be able to go very far." He felt a tear run down his cheek. Jean knelt down beside Logan.
"Logan, I know you are upset, but you really have to go."
"Hank... Please don't die." He kissed his hand again. Jean smiled.
"You have five minutes Logan, then we have to try again. She stood, kissed him on the top of the head, and left.
"Hank. Open your eyes." He stared at the lifeless man of the table. His breathing was slow, but definitely there. "Jean?" he called. "Can I take of the breathing thing for a second?" She poked her head back in.
"You want to kiss him..."
"What did I tell ya about going in my mind?" He smiled a broken smile.
"Go ahead." She left. He stared at Hank for a while, not moving.
"I love you" he whispered. He stood slightly and removed the mask over his mouth. He lowered his face slowly, and stopped about an inch away. The hesitation was the best part, before the kiss itself. He stayed there, not moving. He closed his eyes and began to cry again. He felt frozen, like death was slowly parting them. He began to pull his head away, not even bothering to kiss. He kept his eyes closed, and pushed up, only to be stopped by a hand. It grabbed the back of his neck. Jean... He went to push her away when a pair of lips met his. Shocked, he opened his eyes. Hank had his hands around his neck, and was sitting up slightly. Logan froze. Hank's lips were cold. He pulled away for a second.
"Kiss me." Logan leaned in and did just that. An array of emotions filled him, and from behind he heard clapping. They both turned their heads to see a small group of people at the door of the room.
"Remember the restaurant?" Logan asked.
"Just kiss me." Hank sat up all the way, ignoring the pain, and Logan hopped onto the table. They kissed softly. The crowd began to disperse, leaving them alone in the white room. Hank wiped a tear from Logan's eye and smiled. "I love you too." They kissed again. Hank thought about that morning, and the day, and he thought to himself... "wishful thinking my ass."
THE END