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Post by Lauren on Feb 9, 2010 18:20:17 GMT
Mystique had drifted into a light sleep, she jolted when he groaned, but immediately thought she'd imagined it. She glanced at the frown on his brow. She leaned over him and placed a kiss on his forehead, then on his lips, before she slouched more comfortably into the sofa, closing her eyes again.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 9, 2010 18:31:15 GMT
Logan was slowly regaining conciousness. Then, even before he was fully awake, a wave of nasea washed over him. He groaned loudly as his eyes snapped open. In a reflex he rolled onto his hurt shoulder, as a salty swill of vomit rised in his throat and he threw up.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 9, 2010 18:36:20 GMT
Mystique's own eyes snapped open when he groaned. She had a brief moment to register the fact that Logan was alive, before the realisation that he'd just thrown up on her shoe took over. When he was done throwing up, she kicked her shoe off with a cringe, put one hand on his good shoulder and rolled him back to lay back down in her lap. "Don't try to move," She said, an uncontrollable grin on her features due to the fact he was awake, awake and well enough the throw up. She took the bloody cloth she'd held against wound and folded it over until she found a clean patch, then wiped it across his lips to wipe away the puke.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 9, 2010 18:42:45 GMT
Logan leaned his head back with a groan, squeezing his eyes shut against the bright light in the room. But as soon as he closed his eyes, dizziness took over, making the world spin. He cracked his eyes open again and tried to focuss on Mystique. Sweat covered his brow, the pain making it difficult to focuss. His body felt like it got hit by a truck. Actually, he would've prefered the truck. But seeing Mystique, he realized something way more important than the pain or nausea. He wasn't dead.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 9, 2010 18:49:52 GMT
Mystique looked at him with that weird grin, unable to stop herself. She ran her hand down his body, pausing over his steady beating heart, before she found his hand, bringing his fingers up to her lips. "I'm so going to kick your ass when you're better," She said, less effective when she was grinning. She noticed the sweat on his brow and gently slipped a hand under his head and lifted it while she slipped out from underneath him.
Mystique disappeared into the kitchen, only to reappear moments later with a glass of water, and fresh, damp cloth. She lifted his head again and sat back down on the sofa, resting his head back in her lap. She put the glass to his lips, "Drink," She ordered him simply, while her other hand moved the cloth across his forehead and then around his jaw and neck to cool his temperature.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 9, 2010 18:53:53 GMT
Logan listened to her, drinking all of the water before he lowered the glass, resting it on his chest. He then took a deep breath, trying to figure out what happened. He remembered how Magneto had frozen him, and he remembered crashing through the window. "That sonofabitch," Logan mumbled, the first thing he said since he'd smacked on the concrete.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 9, 2010 18:57:40 GMT
Mystique raised an eyebrow when that was the first thing he said. "How do you feel? You scared the shit outta me ... and Luce," She said, her fingers lightly stroking his cheek.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 9, 2010 19:00:53 GMT
"Dizzy. Light's way too bright." Logan answered in a vague mumble. He looked up to Mystique's face, and reached his hand up to find hers. "..And you're kinda blurry." He admitted. His gaze moved through the room, unaware of what time it was or even how he got here. "Where's Luce?" He asked, "'Rora..?"
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Post by Lauren on Feb 9, 2010 19:03:06 GMT
Mystique reached across and turned down the light on the dimmer switch to the lowest setting to save his eyes. "They're in bed, asleep. Marie's taking care of them tonight because I have a bigger baby to keep an eye on," She smirked a little, good naturedly. "You need to rest,"
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Post by Jacky on Feb 9, 2010 19:09:58 GMT
"Fuck you," Logan smirked very slightly, until another wave of dizziness crashed over him and made him frown. He tried to sit up, despite what Mystique said, and found he managed. His whole body was hurting but it seemed to be functioning nonetheless. Logan stopped when he felt like he was gonna throw up again, half leaning against Mystique, catching his breath. "How come I'm alive?" He asked, figuring he'd landed on something (or someone) other than the street.
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