-Logan's POV-
I opened my eyes to see an unfamilar setting. I heard continuous beeping and the faint sound of people talking, voices I didn't recognize. I was laying down on a very uncomfortable bed along with an uncomfortable gown. I was in a hospital.
I rubbed my eyes with my fists to get a clearer view of the room. I slowly lifted myself up a bit so I was sitting straight. The room had a TV, a bunch on moniters, doctor tools, and other stuff you would find in a hospital room.
It didn't instantly hit me on why I was here until after a few minutes. I took a bullet for Selena to save her life. Where was I hit with the bullet? Well I learned THAT the hard way.
I tried to get myself out of the bed. I mean, I felt fine, up until my feet hit the ground. Pain was all I felt throughout my right leg. That's where I was shot.
The feeling became undescribable. As if I was getting stabbed over and over again in my leg with a sword, but worse. I leaned back onto the pillows placed on top of the bed and desperatly waited for someone to come in. I was pretty bored and I didn't want to be here.
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-Selena's POV-
I sat anxiously outside the hospital room Logan was put in. I couldn't say I hated him anymore. He made an effort to protect me, and he pretty much saved me. Scratch that. Not 'pretty much'. He DID save me. I could of taken a bullet in the heart but no, Logan risked his life to dodge it from me. I couldn't thank the lord enough for putting the bullet in his leg rather than his head, heart, stomach or any other place that would of increased the chance of killing him.
I really wanted to thank Logan though. There was NO way I could possibly EVER repay him. I can't deny that. This honestly made up for EVERY bad thing he has EVER done to me.
The anxiety was practically eating me alive. I had to see him. I got up from the bench leaving my stuff behind and opened the door to the hospital room Logan was staying in. Hopefully he was still alive.
When I walked in I felt sick to my stomach. His hair was messed up (which looked sexy), his face was so pale I swear it was almost white, and his eyes were more grey rather than blue, which seemed to show deep despair and sadness that he's hiding. He was looking straight ahead of him at the wall. He looked bored out of his mind, which made me wonder how long he has been up.
I walked over to the bed he was laying in and took his hand. He turned his head to face me and gave me a small smile, which looked as if it were hard for him to do.
"How are you doing?" I asked him concerned.
"Well enough to leave." He groaned softly obviously not happy of the fact he's stuck in a hospital.
"I meant to tell you, thank you, so much." I kept a straight face though I really did mean the thanks.
"Oh...don't thank me." Logan had a poker face, I couldn't tell how he felt exactly. Logan was complicated and hard to read, emotionally and physically.
"Stop it. I'll thank you and you'll welcome me. What you did for me....it was probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. You SAVED my life. I could of died. Logan, that was the scariest moment of my life. I closed my eyes, waiting for the bullet to hit me, any second. To hear the victory scream of cruel Vinnie, and see one last smirk on Deans face. You didn't let them win. Their goal was to kill me, here I am breathing. When I opened my eyes a couple seconds later, breathing, I never felt more alive. It reassured me everything was going to be alright. I looked down and saw you. Your leg was gushing blood like crazy. Logan I thought you were dead. I didn't want you to die though. After that, I realized, though I haven't known you for too long, and you've made my life a living hell, I really do care about you. Don't even deny that you don't care about me, even if it's the slightest bit. You jumped in front of that bullet for a reason. For me. All I could do was hope and pray that you would be alright, and you are. Logan Lerman, thank you. Thank you." I said this all from my heart, I never appreciated someone so much in my life.
