The Lousiest Patient in the World

[canadiansixpack]

Logan's used to taking care of himself. He's spent decades in the wilderness, in pitched battle, and wandering the face of the earth alone, relying on his own sharpened instincts and his healing factor to keep him alive

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[ms_tique]

A curl of smoke wafts into the room.

"I'm insulted." Mystique takes another long drag, blowing it straight at Wolverine. "Only one token death threat and two half hearted warnings not to touch anything. You'd think I was a matron aunt and not a cold blooded killer."

She lights a second cigarette and offers it to the mangled lump of flesh in the bed. Damn. It's strange seeing him like this.

[canadiansixpack]

"Ya must be gettin' soft in yer old age." The mutant opens his eyes, and looks first at the shapeshifter, then at the proffered cigarette. "If yer plannin' ta kill me with cancer, yer in fer a long wait."

But he takes it anyway. The furball will likely kick his ass later, but it's been three goddamn days since he had a smoke.

[_steelmagnolia_]

"Momma?"

Rogue comes in and looks at Logan. She's been here once or twice while he's been sleeping. Never stayed too long.

[canadiansixpack]

"It's like a freakin' zoo in here," Logan gripes. "I should be chargin' admission."

[_steelmagnolia_]

"Ah don't have tah be here."

It hurts her to see him like this. It hurts that she can't do anything.

[canadiansixpack]

"Nope, ya don't." He doesn't enjoy being seen like this, either. The cigarette smoke isn't as fragrant or satisfying as that of the stogies he normally enjoys. He looks perpetually exhausted, and thoroughly fed up with his situation, which is only contributing to his cranky mood.