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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[canadiansixpack]

He seems to have that effect on her. Ill or not. Logan looks at her with those dark eyes. "It ain't like I could stop ya right now."

[genequeen]

"I don't think you could stop me even were you well right now. Either way. I'm still asking."

There is a smile this time.

[canadiansixpack]

"Hn. It'd be hard ta do anythin' with that brain o' yers if yer unconscious," he points out. He'd shake his head, but it's too foggy right now. "I've been through worse, darlin'. Maybe I've looked better, though."

[genequeen]

"Maybe some day we can test that but that day isn't today. And you do look awful, Logan." At this point, she'll just wait for him to fall asleep and do it anyway.

[canadiansixpack]

Logan grunts gruffly, leaning his head back against the pillows and shifting again under the sheets. "Yer a real boost ta my ego, that's fer sure." It's getting more difficult to stay awake, that much is clear. Although now he's feeling another urge - goddamnit. Like he doesn't have enough to be frustrated about, now he needs to get himself to the damned bathroom.

[genequeen]

"Oh? Did you want an ego boost?"

Madelyne isn't chuckling but her thoughts are plain enough, even to a non-telepath.

[canadiansixpack]

What he wants and what he's likely to get are two different things. He sits up again, and pushes the covers off. He has to grin and bear it if he wants to make it to the bathroom. "Right now, darlin', I just want ta take a -- " Wait, he's in female company. He pauses, before steeling himself for the pain that's going to follow when he moves his legs, "Gotta get ta th' can," he mutters reluctantly.

[genequeen]

"And of course you have to do it yourself."

Madelyne shakes her head, not getting up from the chair just yet.

[canadiansixpack]

"Unless ya feel like takin' a piss on my behalf." He's such a charmer.

Logan shifts slowly from the bed, every muscle in his body fraught with tension, radiating agony. His frame feels heavier, and more difficult to maneuver. He may be 'cured', but he still weighs three hundred pounds. With normal strength, it's an effort to move even without the injuries he has.

[genequeen]

"I meant getting there, Logan. You don't have anything I haven't seen."

She's still watching him, the stubborn bastard. Even if she wants to just pick him up and sweep him into the room. Three hundred pounds is nothing to her right now.

[canadiansixpack]

"I know what ya meant." His irritability, delivered with his back to her, is coming sharply back into the picture - both a side effect of the adamantium poisoning and partly due to the pain he's in as he gets himself upright. The tiled floor is starkly cold under his feet. What he'd like to do right now is take the damned IV pole that has to go with him everywhere and throw it across the room. But he's not sure he has the strength. Every moment of this, of being like this, is anathema to him.

[genequeen]

Right now Madelyne isn't entirely certain if she can help him without making him more angry with her or not. She is quickly reaching the point where she doesn't care if he's angry with her about it or not.

[canadiansixpack]

Logan's hand remains on the lowered rail of the bed opposite her.

It's shaking with the effort.

He will do this. Under his own steam.

[genequeen]

Maddy's teeth are clenched as she watches him strain.

The thought comes unbidden to her, Jean would know what to do. It cuts deep.

[canadiansixpack]

Maybe she would. Maybe not. It wouldn't matter who the audience was. Logan's entire sense of self has rested upon being invulnerable, of being tough and resilient and able to protect those who mattered to him. To survive means to show no weakness.

His entire life philosophy has been turned on its head. Part of Logan just wants to hole up, away from everything, and be left alone to lick his wounds. But he knows it won't happen.

Sharp inhales and exhales of breath, and the odd grunt are the only indicators of the agony he's in as he moves. It's too much effort to talk. His teeth are gritted too tight for that, anyway.

[genequeen]

Madelyne looks down at the floor for a few moments, unable to watch him strain. Then she stands and makes her way over to him. She doesn't reach out to him. She doesn't say anything. She just stands there, in front of him, like waypoint marker.