Love That Burns

twenty-eight

The debris and water around the area quickly fell as Jean collapsed, dead. Logan spun around, looking for you. He couldn't see you on top of any of the debris, making his heart sink.

"Y/N!" He screamed as he began using his senses to find you. "Y/N!" He caught a whiff of your blood and immediately began throwing debris. As soon as he could reach you, he pulled you into his lap. "Y/N? Sweetheart?" His heart dropped at the realization of how cold you were. "No."

He frantically looked for any sign that your body had begun to heal itself, but there was none. His fingers shot up to the pulse point at your neck, waiting with bated breath for something—anything to tell him that you were alive. He came up with nothing.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Tears began pouring out of Logan's eyes. "Somebody help me!"

"Logan!" Hank shouted, running towards Logan. "Logan, what—" The blue, hairy mutant came stumbling to a stop. His eyes widened as he took in the scene of you limply laying in Logan's arms with Jean dead a few feet away.

"Why is she not healing?!" Logan began panicking. What had happened that caused you to not be able to heal?

Hank broke out of his trance and rushed over to kneel on the other side of you. He placed two fingers under your neck and silently prayed for a pulse. His heart sank further with each passing second.

"Logan—"

"Do something, Hank! I need you to do something! Anything! I can't lose her again!"

"I can find us a jet, perhaps get her back to the mansion. But, Logan, there's no promises that she'll... that she'll wake."

Logan shook his head, pulling you closer into his chest. "She's not dead! She can heal!"

"She's not healing, Logan."

"No! You need to do something! You need to try! Or I swear to God that I will kill you."

Hank gave a solemn nod. "I will go see if there's a jet we can borrow." Hank rushed off, worrying about how Logan would react if you didn't wake up.

Logan's eyes fell back on you. He began rocking back and forth. "I need you to wake up, baby," he whispered, using everything in him to beg. "This isn't funny. I know that I've made a shit ton of mistakes, but I can't fix them if you're not here... Wake up, sweetheart. Please."

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Hank was thankful to quickly find a jet that they could use. The X-Men piled up in it, steering clear of Logan and you. Hank brought Jean's body on board, covering it with something so no one had to look. It was completely quiet the whole way back to the mansion.

"Logan," Hank called once they had landed. "I need you to give her to me." The Wolverine simply growled, holding on to you tighter. Hank sighed. "I can't do anything with you holding her."

"Work around me," Logan snapped.

"I can't do that."

"Try."

"Logan," Ororo walked up, trying her hand with him. "We know that you love Y/N; we do too. But you have to let her go in order to help her."

Logan shook his head. "What if I let her go. and she's truly gone?"

"We don't know that until we let Hank try."

After a brief second, Logan nodded, loosening his grip on you. Hank quickly took you and carried you off to the lab. Logan felt empty without you, sliding to the floor and breaking down. Ororo was quick to kneel beside him, trying to comfort him.