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The minute she passed out, he caught her before she could fall. PIcking her up in a cradle carry, he stepped over the dead body of the fat male and he walked out of the bar and to the car he 'borrowed.' He put her in the front passenger seat and he reclined it back so that she could lay down. Shutting the door, he got into the driver's seat and he buckled up, turning the engine on but glanced over at her. Poor girl. He shook his head and then drove off from the bar, illegally speeding back to the New York. He wouldn't get them back until day time of the next day but it was no matter. He could some time without sleep. during the ride as he did slow down a bit, he looked over to her. She seemed to be going rigid and he couldn't really do much since he was already trying to get her back to the school, to get her to the basement for some observation and to sew up that gash. it could get infected if it wasn't tended to immediately and well that's how bigger health problems started. He wasn't about to let that happen to her. Hours flew by, Logan was growing drowsy but he kept fighting the urge to pull over and take a nap and pushed through. He was almost there. He'd get her into the basement hospital room in time. That was the thing about him. He was always so determined. He was a pure heart, very good natured but definitely ill-tempered and when someone needed help, he wanted to help. He felt useless and guilty when he couldn't save Jean. Felt weak when he couldn't prevent Xavier's death and even though he always fought with Scott a lot, especially because of their mutual feelings towards Jean--and the fact that she always chose Scott when she too wanted him--he still wished he could have stopped Jean. It pained him to kill her but if he had just done what she wanted in the first place, a lot of people wouldn't have died. Though things happened for a reason. Perhaps he never really got over Jean's death. Every night when he'd sleep he'd always see her, dead in his arms after he killed her otherwise she would have not stopped killing. Such power. Such a beautiful woman. All to waste. she didn't deserve that fate. He shook his head, trying to hi mind of that thought. right now his main attention was to this girl and to get her help. He was very determined and for once he had a feeling he would be able to help since the last person he helped was Rogue. Now it would be this woman. ------------------------------------------------- Having arrived back at the school, he carried her to the basement, ignoring people who seemed to be murmuring at who Logan brought back. He even ignore storm who seemed to be trying to interrogate him, but he kept on walking, his face that of his usual furrowed brow and angry face. Once in the basement, he placed the young female down on the cushioned metal table and he hooked up some IV's on herthe kind that jean had on logan when he was brought to the school in the first movie and got what was necessary for her bruise and her gash under her eye. Storm taught him well, shockingly. sitting on the edge of her bed, he began to stick up the gash after cleaning the wound. threading a needle and putting her under a small anesthesia, very light in this case but heavy enough to keep her knocked out and so she didn't feel the pain of him stitching her up. After he was done, he put a small band-aid over it, of course having first put antibiotics and worked on her bruises. Cleaning it up since it was bleeding just a tad bit and then put a smaller band-aid there. He stood up, taking away the materials used and washed his hands. It was then she started going rigid again, and then...she turned invisible for the briefest moment. He didn't notice it until he turned after washing his hands to see her not there anymore. He looked around and stepping closer to the bed, he noticed she was still there. Her outline of her rather gorgeous body was visible. About to do something, once she turned back to normal, he stepped back and just leaned on the wall, waiting for her to come to. Logan hated to wait. because then his mind wandered and when his mind wandered it was either to his unknown past or to all the deaths he witnessed during their last battle against Magneto. he hated it when his mind wandered off there. It was like nightmares when he was awake. Something always seemed to haunt him. things tended to linger and he wished they'd go but it always had such an impact on him he wished it didn't have. Sighing, he looked over to her, keeping his eye on her. Seeing her awake suddenly, he stood upright more, rather than slumping against the wall--a very lazy way to lean. He pushed himself off the wall, taking a step towards her bed, waiting for her to calm down before he said or did anything. he wasn't going to hurt her. A guy who was going to rape her or murder her wouldn't have drove so many miles back to his home and then tend to her wounds. Though once she fell and then ran off, he sighed and shook ihs head. The hard way... he grumbled and he ran after her, getting to her before she ran out the door, grabbing her arms. Wait wait...wait. he grunted as he picked her up like she was a feather and sat her down on a chair, not caring if she was struggling. Now...what is your name? He asked.