"In life, unlike chess, the game continues after checkmate."
—Isaac Asimov
Third Person P.O.V.
The driver's side door was pushed off by Logan. The untouched metal had been locked and refused to unlock, forcing him to stay in his seat. However right now, Logan needed to be right next to Embry.
She wasn't awake.
"Are you okay!" The driver of the truck shouted out of his window. "I swear, I didn't see ya."
Logan refrained from cussing the man out and instead, pushed the red truck away from his black one. The two mangled trucks parted a few feet, enough for Logan to fit through.
"Embry-Lynn!" He called her name.
Her door was jammed shut and wouldn't move with the strength of a normal man.
Logan ripped the door straight off of the truck and threw it at the red truck.
Embry was unconscious, her head lolled to the side. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted.
There was a few scratches covering her face but there was a prominent gash above her left eyebrow. Another deep cut stretched across her chest.
"Embry? Baby, come on." Logan shook her shoulder gently. She wasn't breathing. He couldn't hear her heart beating.
"Is she okay, man?" The driver of the red truck asked.
"Shut up!" Logan growled over his shoulder, ripping the seatbelt off of Embry before he moved her out of the truck and on to the pavement. "Call 911, you fuckin moron!"
"I'm sorry!"
Logan took out his own phone and quickly pulled up Remy's number. Remy was close, maybe twenty minutes away but heading in the opposite direction his sister had been going in. The phone was put on speaker and literally thrown on to the ground before Logan began to preform CPR on Embry.
"Come on, baby." Logan mumbled.
"Hey—," Remy started to speak but Logan cut him off.
"She isn't breathing." He panted out, then he leaned down to give Embry a lungful of air.
"What the hell do you mean, Howlett? What happened already?"
Logan continued to try to resuscitate Embry as he spoke.
"A damn truck came out of nowhere and plowed into the passenger—,"
"I said I was sorry, man!" The driver of the red truck cut Logan off.
"Shut the hell up!" He growled angrily.
Embry's chest suddenly arched up from the ground and she coughed raggedly.
Logan sighed out in relief, brushing Embry's dark hair back out of her eyes, which were just barely opened.
"Howlett! What the hell is going on?" Remy anxiously shouted.
"She's alive." Logan brushed his fingertips over Embry's cheek. She managed to turn her head towards his hand, leaning into his touch, before her eyes closed.
Sirens wailed in the distance and a light rain began to fall. Logan sat down on his ass next to Embry's shoulders, leaning down to kiss her cheek.
His heart was still pounding and all the fear that had been pumping through his veins started to melt away. She'd be okay.
•*•*•
Logan sat out in the waiting room, his foot bouncing up and down nervously. The moment the ambulance arrived at the hospital, he couldn't stay with Embry.
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Destruction (X-Men/Wolverine Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction"She loved him not because he had brought her back to life. She had been like a caterpillar in a cocoon and he had drawn her out and shown her that she was a butterfly." ~Ken Follet {Pillars of the Earth}
