Love That Burns

thirty-four

Sometimes, you forget how heavy Logan is. He carries the adamantium skeleton so easily, that now you and Mariko are trying to pick him up off the ground, you are reminded of the metal. The two of you ended up having to drag Logan back into the room.

"I'm going to get help!" Mariko exclaimed, rushing from the room.

You should have gone for Mariko's safety, but right now, Logan was your priority. You wiped his face with your hands, trying to get the rain and hair away. The wounds in his abdomen were still bleeding heavily, letting you know that blood loss was probably the reason for his passing out. Ignoring your own pain, you began to take his layers off until his chest was bare.

Mariko returned with the front desk attendant and a young man. It took all four of you to get Logan down to the basement of the hotel, where the young man was running a small vet clinic. Mariko talked the young man into pulling the bullets from Logan's chest. You sat silently at Logan's side, gripping tightly to his arm. Logan unconsciously fought as the young man stitched him up, mostly cutting you in the process. You wouldn't allow Logan to hurt anyone else. You could sense when his claws were coming and warned the others.

Mariko spoke in Japanese to the young man once Logan was all stitched up. The young man grabbed some supplies and came to your side.

"You need help, too," Mariko stated.

"I'm fine," you said with a shake of your head.

"I'm sure your husband would not like it if he woke and you weren't taken care of."

You knew that Mariko was right. You let the young man work on you as you stayed at Logan's side. You were done getting stitched up when Logan came to.

"Logan," you whispered as his eyes scanned the room. His eyes snapped to you, and he looked relieved.

"Y/N," he rasped. Logan grunted as he pushed himself to sit up.

"You need to lay back down."

"I'm fine," he waved you off, staring at the two strangers.

"This is Mieko from the hotel," Mariko introduced, "and her grandson, Hitoshi."

"Is he a doctor?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes. He's a veterinarian... student. Large animal."

"Uh, thanks," Logan reached out to shake the young man's hand. The young man scrambled back, not wanting to be near Logan's hand. "Whoa." He looked at you for an explanation.

"You may have let your claws loose a few times while he was stitching you," you explained. Logan's eyes fell to your arms where he would see the marks his claws left on you.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay," the young man breathed out, trying to calm Logan down though there was no need.

Mariko spoke to the two in Japanese, letting Logan's eyes fall on you. His hands carefully reached down and took your arms in his hands, thumb rubbing against your skin.

"Are you alright?" Logan asked.

"I'm fine, Logan," you replied softly. "Just a little scratch." You stood up and kissed the tip of his nose. "You had me so worried."

Logan's arms wrapped around you, pulling you to stand between his legs more. "I'm sorry, sweetheart." He kissed your nose. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Getting me help."

"It was mostly Mariko. I was a nervous wreck."

He looked up at the other woman. "Thank you... I've never needed this before."