Were-Geek

12.)

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"I am keeping her sedated," Sfin explained as The Hunters helped pull the stretcher from the copter and set it gently on the ground. James came around the side, eyes falling on the blood covered girl, looking very small on the stretcher. James looked at her for a moment before saying,

"Well, that sucks for her." Then he shrugged and pulled a granola bar from his pocket, opening it like a banana. He took a big bite before walking away. No one really payed any attention to him as they lifted the stretcher up the front steps and rolling El to the sick room.

They lifted her up and and set her on the bed beside Luke who was awake and looking at El with a pained and guilty expression on his visage. Logan frowned, not liking the way he appeared with that look on his face. It didn't suite his normally happy mood.

"It wasn't your fault Luke. We rescued her, no one got hurt and we brought her back. Everything is fine." Logan said to him laconicly and moved to Els side. Gripping her hand. Amy glanced up at him questioningly through her lashes but didn't remark on Logans actions.

Sfin didn't need anymore help so at a look from him everyone began piling out with lassitude. Everyone except Logan who looked across El's unconciouss form to Sfin.

"Can I stay?" He asked and Sfin must have seen something in Logans eyes because he nodded.

"I have to strip her down though. You may not watch that," Logan nodded and Sfin took the cloth cutting scissors from the metal bowl on the rolley table. Logan turned away as the sound of ripping and snipping filled the room. When Sfin inclined Logan to turn around he immediately looked at El. The white blanket was pulled up to her waist but Sfin had skillfully bandaged her torso, covering her breasts and was now picking the bullet out of her shoulder.

Logan usually didn't get queasy at the sight of blood but imagining El suffering with that evil man and that bullet in her shoulder and seeing Sfin digging around in her shoulder and her being so unresponsive made him nausious.

Sfin pointed to a metal bowl filled with water and a sponge beside Logan. Logan nodded and dipped his hand into the water, picking up the sponge and squeezing the excess water out of it. He put it to El's brow and gently mopped it, rinsing the sponge in the water. As the water began turning scarlet Logan noticed just how bad the bruise was. Someone had hit her. Someone had hit her hard.

Logan's vision went red hot with anger for a split second before he forced himself to relax and ask Sfin about it, nodding in the direction of the giant bruise.

"I realligned the mandible, but only time can heal it now." He straightened and dropped the bullet into a small container, snapping it closed. He then bandaged the rest of her shoulder with practiced hands and Logan had to wonder how many times he had done this. How many times he had seen death.

Sfin looked at her, checking over the i.v. and other things. "Now," He said, drawing a hand down his weary face, "I am going to rest. You should too. I do not want you in here on a gurney too." He walked away, muttering in German, the door clicking shut behind him.

Logan turned his attention back to El who lay there like a battered angel. "You like her alot dont'cha," Luke ventured at Logans back.

"Shut your mouth before I cut your tongue out," Logan growled. Luke just grinned, rolling over and closing his eyes for Logans response had confirmed his accusation.

2.)

I woke with disspointment. Dissapointment because the limbo place in which I had been had felt wonderful, painless and dreamless and peaceful. Then I awoke to the sensation of having been trampled upon by the entire VC marching band. I groaned and went to touch my face but something restrained my left hand.

I looked down to the side, cracking my eyes open to see Logan clasping my hand in his. I moved my gaze up, he was asleep and snoring slightly. He looked very cute and young. It made me feel warm inside to see him like that and I smiled, chuckling. The vibration burned my ribs and I winced, pressing my free hand to my heart cage.

Logan shifted, looked at me, closed his eyes...then they flashed open again and I started in surprise. Logan met my eyes, released my hand and slid back.

"How do you feel?" He asked, then yawned. I didn't answer, instead looking him over. Logan actually didn't look all that great either. His hair was oily and knotted, there was a bruise on his left cheekbone and his clothes were blood stained.

"Probably about as good as you look," I rasped and coughed. He shrugged and smiled at me. I smiled weakly back and couldn't stop myself from looking down at my shoulder, the opposite one from the already super scarred left one.

But it was completely bandaged so I didn't worry about it. Instead I looked back at Logan, "Help me up."

"I don't know if that's-,"

"Fine, i'll do it myself." I swung my legs over the side and was awashed with vertigo. I swallowed and breathed deeply. Logan came forward around the bed, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and turning around as I slowly put them on. Then he came to my side and took my arm. I used him and the i.v. stand to pull myself up. I grimaced but managed to keep my legs straight.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

I looked at him like he was and idiot, "Kitchen of course. I'm starving."

He shook his head in amazement and I grinned, then began walking toward the door. But then I caught sight of sleeping Luke, his blonde hair disheveled and blankets ratted up. "I'm glad he's okay," I murmered.

"You saved his life," Logan looked down at me, making me blush. He supported almost all of my weight as we opened the door, after giving one last look to Luke, and moved down the hallway to the kitchen. There I had to lean against the wall to catch my breath and clear the black spots from my eyes.

Then Logan sat me down at a chair and asked me what I wanted, "Are there any ice-cream sandwiches?"

Logans brow furrowed, "You want an ice-cream sandwich?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "and a hot pocket."

He shook his head and shrugged, then reached into the freezer.

I poked at the i.v. in my arm and giggled almost maniacly as Logan took a hot pocket and deposited it in the microwave. the liquid in the i.v. jiggled and I grinned, still laughing with insanity. I reigned it in as Logan looked dissaprovingly at me, "You shouldn't do that." He said, setting the paper plate down in front of me and gesturing to the needle in my arm. The needle that reminded me to much of the...other one.

"I know," I said and picked up the Pocket, devouring it like a monster. 'Wolfing' it down. The irony of the thought made me laugh again and I choked on my food. Logan looked at me with concern.

"Are you alright El?" I nodded and struggled not to laugh again, but as I ate little bubbles of intermittant laughter escaped through my lips. Logan watched me as I ate but I didn't care. As i'd said before I had no modesty. I'd once consumed a large fry and two cheeseburgers in one and a half minutes in front of the entire band. I didn't care what people thought of me as long as I was content enough.

Suddenly Dillan walked into the kitchen, carrying an empty mug with a picture of a dancing skeleton on it. He was yawning widely and when he lowered his hand from his face and caught sight of me a wide grin spread over his countenance. "El," He said with delight.

I grinned and stood, hobbling over to him for a much needed hug. He patted my back awkwardly and smiled down at me. "Thanks, both of you, for rescuing me. I'll have to thank everyone else when they come in."

Dillan nodded and took a long look at me, his brown hair messy and I noticed a small distinguishable scratch on his forehead. He gravitated with the mug over to the percolator and yawned again.

Logan smiled and proffered an ice-cream sandwich as recompense, for what I didn't know but I gladly took it and grinned my thanks, then ate it as I waited for the others to come.