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Post by Lauren on Feb 9, 2010 19:14:35 GMT
"And I was hoping you'd be able to tell us that," Mystique said, her hand gripping his arm, keeping him upright. "You should be dead, Logan! I thought I'd lost you!" She mumbled,leaning her forehead against his. She reached her other hand up to his cheek and turned his head, and stole a kiss from his lips. "... if I help you upstairs to bed, will you promise to stay there and rest?"
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Post by Jacky on Feb 9, 2010 21:18:48 GMT
"Yeah. Okay." Logan agreed, since she didn't specify for how long that would be. But for now, some sleep didn't sound bad. His vision was still blurry, every now and then he saw two Mystique's instead of one, and to top the nausea, he had a killer headache. He wouldn't complain though, it was a lot better than being an unrecognizable splat on the pavement.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 9, 2010 21:22:57 GMT
"Okay," Mystique stood up, and took Logan's hand, pulling his arm over her shoulders to help carry his weight. She stumbled under the weight. "Jesus, you've gotta go on a diet, baby," She mumbled, resting her hand on his stomach as she helped him walk across the room towards the stairs.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 9, 2010 21:30:39 GMT
They barely made it to the stairs before Logan's vision was swimming again. He groaned, trusting Mystique to steer him up the stairs when everything turned into a blur around him.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 9, 2010 21:35:08 GMT
It took them three times as long as it normally would be to get up the stairs to their bedroom. Mystique sat him down on the bed, and gently pushed his good shoulder, forcing him to lay down. Her hands moved down to his belt and unbuckled it, yanking his trousers down. "Don't get any ideas," She smirked, tossing his trousers aside and pulling the sheets up over him. "Night babe," She mumbled, leaning over him and kissing his lips before she walked across the room and turned the light off. Mystique sat down in the chair in the room, to keep an eye on him.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 9, 2010 21:45:21 GMT
Logan wanted to tell Mystique to join him in the bed already, but before he even managed to speak he started to drift off in a deep sleep - something close to unconciousness. It lasted for another few hours. Then later that night, around four in the morning, Logan woke up again. He groggily turned on his side until he felt a sharp pain shoot from his shoulder. His head was pounding painfully. And before he knew it, his vision whirled into a blur again. "Fuck," He groaned, reaching over just in time to grab the trashcan, before bile rose in his throat and he threw up again.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 9, 2010 21:49:32 GMT
Mystique was by his side in seconds, hardly sleeping, and when she did it was light enough that the slightest noise would wake her. She sat on the edge of the bed, a hand rubbing his back to help ease the throwing up. When he was finished, she grabbed the can from him and took it into the bathroom, tossing the contents down the toilet before bringing it back to the bedside with another glass of water. "Here," She told him, passing him the glass to wash out the puke from his mouth. She put the back of her hand against his burning forehead. "You're not fighting tomorrow," She told him strictly, feeling like she was talking to Lucy more than her boyfriend. "You're going to stay in bed and rest,"
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Post by Jacky on Feb 9, 2010 22:01:22 GMT
Logan downed the glass of water, and glanced at Mystique with a raised eyebrow. He reached up and took her hand off his forehead, as if not feeling how hot his forehead was would convince her that he was fine. "Babe, it's a gamble whether or not I'll still have a job after the weekend." He told her. After all, he hadn't returned to work after that free fall experience during lunchbreak. Logan leaned back into the pillows with a groan, his vision slowly settling as he looked at her. "If I can stand tomorrow, I'll fight tomorrow." He said. Hell, they needed the money.
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Post by Lauren on Feb 9, 2010 22:05:06 GMT
"No." Mystique said simply, putting her foot down with him. "You're not fighting in this state, you can barely hold your head up. Hell, I'd have a better chance at winning the fight that you. You'd take one hit and throw up," She raised an eyebrow, having seen how just accidentally leaning on his shoulder made him puke, she didn't want to imagine what would happen if somebody punched him in the shoulder.
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Post by Jacky on Feb 9, 2010 22:10:26 GMT
"We need the money," Logan said, not convinced by her reasoning, and stubborn enough not to give in easy. Besides, he made a valid point. With her job gone, and his on the line, how else were they supposed to support their family.
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