Nightmares and Recovery

II

Man P.O.V.

Toronto, Canada. My second home. I thought. I left the bar around midnight. I already had four shots so I might as well go home. The road home was about seven hours and forty-five minutes. I hopped into my truck and continued heading east. The roads were quiet. Too quiet for my liking. I had to take another route home due to this winter weather storm. This route was long and narrow. "Nothing ever happens." I declared. Suddenly, my truck collided with something causing me to swerve on the road. "Whoa, what in the world." I muttered. I got out of the truck. My nose caught the scent of blood. Dried and Wet Blood. I walked over to the location of the owner. It was a woman. "How did you get all the way out here? And in the middle of the snowstorm?" I wondered.  The woman laid in a fetal position, she was bleeding on her forehead. 

"Oh jeez. I didn't see you. Miss? Hey, miss are you alright?" I asked her. She was still breathing. I could hear her heartbeat. It was slow but still has a pulse. Meaning that was going to be alright. I kneeled next to her. I guess my presence scared her because she flinched. "Alright, hey darlin. I am not going to hurt ya, okay. I am just putting this coat around ya." I told her. She was cold. Her body temperature was not normal. That's when I noticed slash marks along her shoulders and upper back. I growled softly. "Who would do this to her?" I muttered. I walked back to the truck grabbing another coat. This one much thicker than the other one. The truck was dented but not too bad. At the moment, I didn't really care. The only thing that matters is getting her to safety and some help. 

"Hey, don't give up on now, ya hear? I am picking you up right now." I said sternly. I wrapped the coat around her. I knew she most likely freak out in which she did. "Easy, darlin. I am just carrying you to the truck. Okay, I won't hurt you." I reassured her. I knew I had to use my soft voice on her. But she calmed and began drifting in my arms. Her heartbeat rate was beating too slow for me. 'I need to get her to the hospital.'

"Hey, do ya hear me, Miss. You better not give up. Cuz I'll be waiting for ya." I spoke reassuringly. I placed her in the front seat. The door slammed shut causing the woman to flinch again.  "Whoa, hey. I am sorry about that." I apologized. I noticed the woman dozing off to sleep. I got a good look at her before speaking up. "Don't you worry. I'll get help." I turned up the heater and buckled her up in the seat. "By the way, my name's Logan." I said to her sleeping form. I continued to head down the road. The road to Winchester, New York. 

A/N: The mysterious man is Logan!!!!!! Whew boy, I got the chills. 

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