Destruction (X-Men/Wolverine Fan Fiction)

Chapter 36

^^Happy holidays from my French bulldog Bruno. He refused to cooperate so I had to put the hat on him while he was sleeping. (It was Santa's Helper by the way) He hates playing dress up or anything like that.

Now you may read. Sorry!!!

My hands were shaking and I couldn't stop it. My stomach was doing this thing where it tightened and twisted, giving me the urge to vomit, but then it would stop and I would just have my racing heart to deal with.

"You've been awake for the past two hours, baby." Logan's warm hand ran up and down my back. He was still laying back in bed, but his hand provided me with a little bit of comfort as I sat on the edge of the bed. "What's wrong?"

I shook my head. One of my hands came up to brush my messy hair back. My dark, thin hair was just everywhere and didn't want to work with me and stay out of my eyes.

I rocked back and forth on the edge of the bed, hoping for some sort of relief from the urge in my stomach. But then I felt that urge move upwards and I immediately moved out of the bed, pushing blankets back so I could get to the bathroom.

After emptying my entire stomach, the pain was immense and radiated throughout my entire body, bringing me to my knees by the toilet.

With a trembling hand, I reached up to flush it.

"Was it something you ate?" Logan asked as his fingers brushed my hair back, picking up a hair tie from the counter. He gathered my hair and put it into a horrible ponytail, but it worked.

"I think so." I grabbed ahold of the sink and tried to pull myself to my feet, but I couldn't find the strength. It was like all the pain was masking my ability to walk. "Logan." I croaked.

"Right here, Embry." He effortlessly scooped me up in his arms and began to head for the door when I stopped him.

"Wait. I need to brush my teeth." The disgusting and nasty taste of vomit wasn't something I wanted to have in my mouth for the rest of the night.

Logan placed me on my feet in front of the sink but kept his hands on my hips.

I proceeded to brush my teeth, not bothering to look in the mirror. I honestly didn't want to see how horrible I looked.

"Your pale, Embry." Logan spoke softly. "Do you want me to get Xavier?"

"No. I'm okay. It's too early anyways. It's like four in the morning." I shook my head gently, putting my toothbrush away. "Just carry me back to bed, please."

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The next morning, I was perfectly fine. Nothing hurt when I woke up and I felt like I could conquer anything.

I felt that the bed was empty when I rolled over, expecting Logan's warmth beside me. But he wasn't there.

I opened my eyes and looked around. The room was lit with the sun coming in from the window and I was alone.

I got out of bed and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a black zip up that I'm sure was Logan's.

I left my room and ventured down the hall, going to Remy's room.

"Remy?" I knocked three times and then opened the door. He was laying in bed, messing on his phone. "Have you seen Logan?"

"I haven't even been out of bed yet, amoureux." He chuckled a little and rubbed his eyes as he put his phone down. "Sleep good?"

"No." I frowned, closing the door behind me, then I went to climb into bed next to him. "I felt like shit most of the night. Threw up around four and then again at, like, six."