Their Bloody Rose

Her Precious, Loving Trio

As the sky was blanketed in the purples and pinks of sunrise, Logan came back to watch over Marissa so Fiona could go cook the breakfast she had planned while Eddie kept working on his plans for Marissa.

Marissa was still sound asleep, her body having barely moved the whole night as she slept. Blood was heavily caked in her hair and in a lot of the delicate crevices of her body, but even still she was one of the most beautiful beings Logan had ever seen. He gently trailed his fingers from her shoulder down to her hand before lacing his fingers with hers.

"I may not know or understand who you were," he whispered to her sleeping figure, "but I know who you are. You're our Marissa, my Marissa. Always." He then placed a gentle loving kiss on her cheek as he took up his post at her side.

After some time, Marissa began to stir and Logan quickly sent a text to Eddie and Fiona letting them know she was waking up.

"Hey beautiful," Logan whispered to Marissa as her eyes fluttered open. "How are you feeling?"

As her eyes focused on Logan, Marissa smiled brightly at him. "Logan," she whispered back with a slightly hoarse voice, "I'm feeling ok all things considered. Definitely sore, and I don't even want to think about my hair right now, but I seem to be in one piece." She paused a moment as she tried to readjust her position and got hit with a wash of pain. "What's the prognosis on my leg? Cause it hurts like hell right now."

"Sean says you'll need to stay off of it for a week," Logan replied as he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, "but it should heal just fine. The bullet didn't hit any bones and was a through and through. He said you're pretty lucky to which I said-"

"Wait let me guess," Marissa said playfully interrupting him as she sat up a bit in bed with some effort. "You said 'I don't see anything lucky about getting shot and kidnapped' and then let out one of your signature sighs. Am I close?" She laughed and Logan joined her.

"Yeah pretty much," he replied with a smile. Seeing her still be playful, hearing her sweet laughter, it reminded him what he's known all along. No matter what she's still his Marissa, and he'll always be hers.

"Look who's awake," Eddie called playfully as he and Fiona came into the bedroom.

"Hey Eddie, Hey Fi," Marissa said with a smile as they both sat next to Logan on the bench beside the bed. "What have you all been up to since I passed out?"

"Well," Fiona replied, "I've got a nice big breakfast ready and keeping warm downstairs. But we had a feeling you might want to have a hot shower and get cleaned up first so Eddie's been busy getting my bathroom set up."

"Yeah," Eddie chimed in, "Since you need to stay off your leg and rest, I thought it might be nice if we all took a shower together in Fi's bathroom since she's got the biggest shower with a nice big bench in it too."

"A shower with you three does sound really lovely," Marissa said as her mind got lost in thought about how good a shower would feel right then. "It's been a long time since I've been covered in this much blood. I'd almost forgotten how annoying and uncomfortable it is when it dries." She froze as realization dawned on her, quickly followed by anxiety and panic. They had to have seen what she did, they must have so many questions. Was she ready to answer those questions? Would they like the answers? Uncertainties flooded her mind, but before she could drown in them Logan cupped her cheek and looked into her eyes.

"You don't need to tell us anything about your past right now," Logan said with a gentle, comforting sincerity, "not until you decide you're ready to. That part of our deal still stands. All that matters to us is that you're here and you're ok. Right now we just want to take care of you and show you how much you mean to us. No matter what." A tear slid down Marissa's cheek and he gently wiped it away with his thumb.