Ten

Logan had been hit by a truck… and then a little bit stabbed. At least, it felt that way.

As far as he could remember, it'd been a while since the last truck incident.

Where ever he was stank strongly of blood and faintly of cigars. He felt a gaze on his skin, even through the haze of pain emanating from his slowly healing body.

He cracked an eye open, to find a pair of green ones staring back at him, far too close to his own.

"What the hell?"

The eyes drew back slightly, resolving into a small face focused resolutely on his own.

"I'm watching you," the girl declared.

"Can't you watch me from over there, kid?" He tied to raise an arm to point, but the damned thing wouldn't cooperate. He gave up only to ill advisedly nod his head toward the chair in the corner of the room. And it was a good thing he was already flat because the vertigo from that little move would've had him on his ass, otherwise.

She shook her head. "Victor told me to stay here."

Who the hell is Victor?

Logan decided he didn't really care who Victor was, at the moment. Breathing was hard enough to take the bulk of his focus, with his chest alternating between itching and scalding.

No, not stabbed. Shot.

…The jury was still out on the truck.

He remembered the girl- somehow his kid? that part was fuzzy and could've been a hallucination. He remembered going after Sabretooth, but after that...

"Ain't dead after all, runt?"

Logan struggled to sit up, at the grating, taunting voice. He didn't like being on his back in front of the other feral, even though Sabretooth obviously had to be the one to move him. It slowly dawned on him that Sabretooth was probably Victor.

"Lay back down, dumbass. Your geeks'll be here in five. Kid, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid before they get here."

Sabretooth headed toward the door. Escaping again.

The girl stared after the retreating feral, looking torn between bolting and resuming her post of watching him as directed.

"Wait," Logan croaked. "You never answered me. Who-"

The other man cut him off without even turning around. "If you don't remember, it ain't worth telling."

"What kind'a shit answer is that?"

Sabretooth's shoulders tensed and he paused before continuing forward, but he didn't answer.

"Get the hell back here, " Logan wheezed from the bed. "We're not done."

The other man finally turned.

"Funny. The last thing you- The old you - told me was that we were, in fact, done."

"Yeah, well, I didn't count on getting amnesia and having to depend on your sorry ass to remind me who I was."

"Fine. We're brothers. Half brothers. We grew up together, and we fought together for a damned long time. But we..." Sabretooth glanced to the girl. Damn, Logan had already forgotten she was there, which went to show how far out of it he really was. "We fell out toward the end. That's it. Mystery solved. Now, I'm gone."

"You can't just lay this shit on me and then fuck off." Logan complained.

"Watch me."