New Beginnings. wolverine x reader

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The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I stirred beneath the blankets, blinking against the brightness as the memories of the previous days events began to resurface. Logan had been so patient with me, so gentle. After our first night together he barely left my side, always ensuring my comfort and that I was okay.

This was, honestly, the first time in the past few days I didn't wake up with an immediate feeling of dread clawing at my chest. There was still an uneasiness that lurked beneath the surface, a tight knot of anxiety in my stomach, but it wasn't as overwhelming as before, at least not for now.

I shifted slightly, careful not to disturb the sore spots underneath my fresh bandages. Logan's side of the bed was empty, and I had try and prevent myself from over thinking his absence. I blinked, taking a deep breath before reevaluation the situation. I took another look at the empty space, realizing the indent that was left behind, telling me he hadn't been gone long.

I pulled myself upright, trying not to wince as my muscles protested the movement. Each ache and sting served as a reminder to how fragile I was. I hated it, I hated needing the help of others just to get through basic tasks. Getting out of bed felt like a chore, and every few steps I took my legs threatened to fall out from under me. But as much as I wanted to push myself to normal, I knew it was too soon.

The door creaked open, and Logan appeared, a small tray balancing in his hands. He kicked the door behind him shut, and as he entered the room his eyes immediately met mine, softening as he took me in.

"Mornin'," he greeted, his voice still rough with sleep. He set the tray down on the nightstand beside me, the scent of tea and toast filling the air. "Figured you'd need somethin' light to start," he said, climbing back onto his side of bed.

"Thanks" I mumbled, offering him a small smile of appreciation. 

I appreciated his caring gestures more than he knew, but part of me ached for him. He was facing his own burden, his own guilt, yet he continued to put me first. 

Logans gaze lingered on me as I tentatively took a sip of the tea. The warmth spread through my chest, reliving a tension I hadn't realized I was holding. 

"I think I need to try and get moving a bit more today" I spoke suddenly, not quiet meeting his eyes. "Maybe I can make in downstairs by myself without falling flat on my face," I chuckled softly, trying to relieve some of quiet tension that hung in the air.

His brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't shut down the idea. "You sure you're up for it?" he asked carefully, though his tone carried an edge of concern.

"I need to start building up my strength" I replied, my tone mustering up more confidence then I actually felt. "Plus, you aren't always going to be able to help me 24/7."

A muscle in his jaw tensed, but he nodded slowly. "Alright," he said, getting up and walking over to my side of the bed, offering me a hand. "I'll be there though, just in case."

I gave him a small nod, placing the mug down next to the untouched toast. I took his hand, letting him help me up. The moment I was on my feet, a wave of dizziness hit, and I swayed slightly, gripping his arm for balance. Logan didn't say anything, but I could feel his eyes watching me closely, ready to step in if I needed him.

I took a careful step forward, focusing on staying upright. My body felt sluggish, like I was wading through thick mud. Every muscle protested the movement, but I pushed through it, determined to make it down the hall without collapsing.

It struck me then just how deeply the amulet's effects had drained me, far beyond the wounds left by the chains. Regaining my energy felt like climbing a steep hill, and the angry, raw gashes that marred my skin from where the restraints had bitten in only made things harder. 

Logan stayed a few steps behind, close enough to catch me if I faltered, but giving me the space to test my limits. It was a delicate balance— one I could feel was hard for him. He wanted to protect me, ensure I felt no pain and no harm, but he also knew I needed to try by myself, even if it was painful.

Halfway down the hall, my legs began to shake, and I had to stop, leaning against the wall to catch my breath. I bit back a curse of frustration, hated how weak and breakable I felt. "Not bad for your first try," Logan said, his tone encouraging although laced with concern.

I forced a smile, but it didn't reach my eyes. "Yeah... Not bad."

He didn't push me to keep going, just stood by quietly until I was ready to try again. The silence stretched between us, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was like he knew that I needed this, that I needed to feel like I was reclaiming some part of myself.

After a few more shaky steps, I finally made it to the top of the stairs. It felt like a victory and a defeat all at once—progress, but a reminder of how far I still had to go. I glanced over at Logan, who was watching me with that same mix of pride and concern. "You did good," he said softly, stepping closer and wrapping a steady arm around me. "You'll get stronger every day."

I leaned into him, his touch comforting. I looked down the stairs, disappointed in myself that I couldn't do it. "I hope so."

Logan helped me back to his room, gently lowering me onto the bed. Even though I'd barely been awake for an hour, weariness had already settled in. The familiar comfort of his bed enveloped me, and he moved around, adjusting the pillows and blankets with a meticulous care.

I looked up at him, my heart tightening as I observed the tenderness in his movements. His concern and regret were evident in every deliberate touch. "Thank you, Logan," I said softly.

"For what?" he asked, leaning against the side of the bed, his eyes meeting mine with a gentle, questioning look.

"For everything," I replied, offering him a small, grateful smile. "I know it's still early, but would you stay with me for a bit? Just... lay here for a while?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, seeking solace in his presence.

His expression softened further, and without hesitation, he slipped under the covers beside me. As he settled in, his arm naturally found its place around me, pulling me close in a reassuring embrace. The warmth of his body next to mine was a comfort I hadn't realized I needed so much.

Logan's breathing slowed, syncing with mine as we lay there in silence. The steady rise and fall of his chest was a gentle reminder that I wasn't alone in this. My mind couldn't help but drift, feeling the weight of what lay ahead—the recovery, the challenges, and eventually, facing the amulet again.

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a/n

shorter one today, sorry folks. hope youre ok with some more recovery chapters ahead, i wanna have more (y/n)/logan time. it will get more interesting, I promise!

anytime I write (y/n) i struggle not to write my own name

anyways, hope you enjoyed!

-hazy