Logan (Logan x Female!Reader)

Chapter 8: Bad Shit Happens To People I Care About

It was the next day and Logan was still passed out, his head on my lap, and I was still driving while Laura was in the passenger seat. At one point, I was driving along this empty road, everything was quiet, when suddenly Laura began to exclaim something in Spanish. I hit the breaks and stop the truck as she starts to get out of the truck.

"Laura? Laura!" I shout as I place the truck in park and she bolts out and runs. "Damn it." I grumble as I open the door, pick up Logan's head, scoot out of the truck then set his head down on the seat and shut the door before I run after Laura.

"Here! Here!" I hear her shout as I run. "Laura! Laura, get back...." I started to shout when I stopped in my tracks and look up. There on top of the cliff was a couple of buildings, one looked like a lookout tower, then there were some kids coming up to the edge as Laura climbs up the cliff. My jaw drops as I look at this, I couldn't believe. They really did make Eden. 

Laura makes it to the top of the cliff then she turns around and looks down at me. She shouts as she waves her arm at me, signaling for me to come on. I walk up to the cliff and began to climb all the way to the top. Once I got to the top, I could see at least ten kids, or more, walking out of the building, looking at me.

"Holy shit." I muttered. The kids look at me, in awe, as I look around and noticed that there was no adults. "Where's the adults? The nurses? Did they...?" I started to ask but my question was answered once I saw the sad looks on their faces. "Oh..." I said sadly, just as Laura started to shout something. I turn around and saw Logan walking out in the desert and looks up. "Logan! You're not gonna believe this!" I shout at him as I see him look up at the set up these kids made before he collapses again. 

Later, the kids had him strapped up to a pallet and hooked him up to a crane. I turn to the kids and said. "Back up, kiddos." And I raised my hand towards the crank and was able to us it to bring Logan up to us. Once he was up, I raised my other hand and steered the crane over to the side and set Logan down on the ground next to us. I happened to look over and see that the kids were just in awe as they watch me do this.

I set Logan down on the ground the removed the straps off of him as I kneeled down next to him. "Logan...Logan..." I whispered as he slowly raises his head to look at me, then I place my right hand on his left cheek. "Hey...um..." I whispered then I bite my lips and let out a giggle. "We did it." I said as Logan stares at me then he looks over at the kids before he lays his head back down and passes out.

*3rd Person POV*

It was late when Logan wakes up again to see a kid walking up to him with a rag. Before he places the rag on Logan's head, Logan grabs his wrist. "Hey!" He said in a warning tone and the kid backs up. "Where am I?" He asked but the kids don't reply as one of them walks up with a needle and a blue lquid in a bottle.

"Where did you get that?" Logan asked them. "Where we came from. They gave it to us when we were fighting. It makes you stronger." One kid replied. "It makes you crazy is what it does. It'll kill you." Logan tells him. "Not if you use it in small doses. It's helping you heal." The kid replied to him and Logan leans his head back in his pillows.

"Where's (y/n) and Laura?" He asked them. "They're sleeping down there." Another kid replied and Logan turns his head and saw (y/n) sleeping on a bottom bunk bed next to him while Laura was sleeping right next to you, her head on (y/n)'s shoulder. "You want me to wake them up?" The kid asked as Logan closes his eyes and sighs with relief that the only two people he cares about are okay. "No." He whispers before he falls asleep again.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I was in a pretty good sleep when I hear a low growl. I slowly open my eyes as I try to figure out where the growl was coming from when the growl got louder and turned into snarls. I sit up quickly and see that Logan was the one growling and snarling as he tosses and turns in his sleep. I get up, run over to him and sit on the edge of his bed then, gently, place my hand on his head.