Sick

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(I'm SO sorry that I haven't done all the requests. School is killing me right now, AGAIN super SUPER sorry, im working on them)

Context: The regeneration just doesn't help with sickness for the sake of the story because I said so. Logan and Wade ARENT dating YET in this story. If it gets too long, I'll cut it for a part 2

TW: Cocaine mentions and mentions dead people

Al had taken a bunch a' coke and passed out on the couch where Logan normally sleeps, and Wade was sleeping in bed by the time Logan got back from doing some killing shit and didn't know where to sleep.

Logan decided to have a shower and talk to himself about it there.

As the water ran down on his body, slowly washing away the blood and grime off, he weighed his options.

If he sleeps in the bed with Wade, he's NEVER gonna hear the end of it if he's caught. On the other hand, who would want to sleep with a blind coked up old lady?

Show of hands, anyone?

After washing himself off, he decided he'd suck it up and sleep in the bed, putting a pillow in between them in case Wade saw him and got any ideas.

He got onto his pajamas (which was just a pair of boxer shirts and nothing else it was a hot night after all) and shuffled quietly into Wade's room with a pillow clutched in his arms.

He crawled in the bed, making it squeak and groan because bro is metal, and put the pillow divider in between them, drifting himself off to sleep.

At least he tried he couldn't shake the feeling of knowing that the merc with the mouth was within arms reach of him.

He listened to Wades breathing. It was rough and hoarse. He was mumbling lightly, and Logan tried to listen to find out what he was saying. He couldn't, but it's fine.

It started raining heavily, and lightning struck loudly outside, Wade stirred awake and looked to the other side of the bed and saw Logan sitting up and looking outside the window.

"Honey badger?" He murmured still a bit groggy

Logan turned his head to look at him. "Go to sleep, bub." He told him

"What are you doing here?" Wade sat up, his voice sounded a bit odd, but Logan shrugged it off. It was probably just grogginess

"The coked up oldie nabbed the couch. I didn't want to wake her up now to go to sleep, " He said, annoyed

"You first Logie bear," Wade giggled back. A grin creeping onto his face

"Don't call me that Wade," He growled as he laid back down, going to sleep.

Logan was still awake when he heard something being tossed away from behind him. He thought it was just Wade moving in his sleep until he suddenly felt Wade's arms go around his stomach, pulling him closer

Logan involuntarily shuffled into his touch.

"I didn't know the honey badger liked hugs," Wade whispered, assuming he was asleep

***

The next morning, Logan was alone in the bed and heard some clanging from the kitchen

Logan groaned as he sat up, stretching his arms and back, cracking it slightly.

He got out of bed and left the room to see Wade slowly walking around the kitchen. He was slumped over, and he had massive eyebags with his nose dripping with snot, Wade sniffed and wiped his nose with a tissue.

"Oh geez, Wade, what are you doing? You're looking terrible, go to bed," Logan demanded genuinely worried.

"No, no... I'm fineee honey badger," Wade said, his voice hoarse and groggy.

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