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After the events in the woods, Remus brings Logan to the hospital.
And Logan learns that, sometimes, doing the same thing all over again is how you get results.
Prev - Hospital - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]
WC: 4127 - Rated: M - CW: injuries, temporary character death, mental health, gaslighting, unreliable narrator, unreliable medical "professionals"
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Blood red light spilled over the ambulance bay, 'E-ER-' the only letters Remus could make out. “Help!” he cried, kicking open the automatic doors when they were slow to slide apart. “Help him! Please!”
“Oh my gosh!” A nurse or doctor or somebody in baby blue scrubs came running. He reached for them, then stopped when they stepped into the waiting room’s bright lights. “What happened?” he whispered. Big, wet eyes behind glasses that looked an awful lot like Logan’s took in the blood covering them both. Remus' shirt was wrapped around Logan's thigh. Blood had soaked right through it, through what was left of his pants, and down Remus’ arms and jeans.
Remus didn't remember getting dressed. He wasn’t really sure how they got there, either. He looked behind him, half-expecting a cab or a car or something but the drop off lane was dark and empty.
“He—” His voice cracked and he licked his lips. He tasted blood. Logan’s blood. “I—I don’t—Can you help him?”
"Yeah, we'll…" The nurse' mouth curled up into a tight smile as he patted Remus’ bare arm. “Yeah, he’s gonna be okay.”
Remus shivered under his touch, the nurse's hand warm as he gently maneuvered him toward a waiting gurney. It was only then Remus noticed just how cold Logan had gotten in his arms.
“Here,” the nurse said, pulling away long enough to lower the railing on one side. “Lay him down. Careful… I’ll…" He wrung his hands as Remus lowered Logan onto the bed. "I'll get—I'll get some help—”
A set of double door swung open and two more guys in scrubs emerged, yellow and lilac scrubs. The one in yellow wore a white lab coat. This one must be the doctor.
“Oh god,” he muttered, a gloved hand coming up to his mouth. He breathed, shaky, then smoothed out his features and pulled down his stethoscope from around his neck. Hands trembling only slightly, he stuck in the earpieces and pressed the other end against Logan’s chest, frown growing.
Logan lay totally still. Didn't move, didn't flinch. His mouth was slack and his eyes… His eyes were half open, and he stared right up at the bright hospital lights without blinking. The other two shifted beside them and Remus could’ve sworn the one in blue sniffled.
“C’mon, beat. Beat, please!” Remus whispered to himself as the stethoscope moved to a new spot. He looked up at the doctor.
White lab coat gleaming over bright yellow scrubs, he listened as he held the stethoscope against each new area on Logan’s chest, but his expression didn’t change. A big badge was clipped to his lapel, J. WOODS, MD in block letters printed across it.
“You can help him, Doc, right? You can fix him? You’re—you’re a doctor. You can save him, you have to, you—”
Suddenly the doctor let out a low sigh and nodded. “He’s… yeah.” He looked over his shoulder at the waiting nurses and flashed them a weak smile. “Heart beat’s strong. He’ll need, um… fluids. And an I.V.” He looked around the room. The walls were lined with a bunch of equipment but nothing that looked like an I.V. stand. “Let’s admit him and get him a proper room.”
The other two nodded and lifted up the side rails on the gurney before wheeling Logan toward the doors. Remus backed away, making room, and his thighs hit another examination table. He sat and watched them go.
“Stay with me, man. Stay with me…" Logan head is limp and heavy against his chest. He's not making any more noises and they're still so far from the road. They've just reached the river and Remus plunges ahead, wading through the thigh-deep water without really thinking about it. He's pretty sure Logan's still breathing—please, just keep breathing, man. Pink and red blooms around them in the water. Just the rising sun, that's all it is. Just the rising sun.
Remus had come to with a mouth full of blood and Logan’s fists beating weakly against his bad shoulder. He'd grabbed the first thing his hand closed on, the shirt he’d peeled off so his transition wouldn’t shred it, and tied it tight around the macerated wound on Logan’s thigh.
The river, a creek, really, is deep in the center and the shock of cold water on his bare chest tears him from his thoughts. Light glows in the distance, engines dopplering from the road and the town just beyond it. "Almost there, almost there."
“Are you injured?” The doctor, the one in yellow scrubs, lingered by the doors. He moved closer, frowning down at the blood stains covering Remus’ jeans.
“Nah, I’m… I’m fine, I—he—" Fangs tearing into warm flesh. Logan's wail. "It’s all my fault,” Remus blurted out.
“Your fault?” the doctor repeated. He produced a damp cloth from… from somewhere and dabbed at Remus’ face. The cloth was wet and cool and Remus stilled while the doctor worked. Frowning, he folded over the cloth before setting it down.
Too slow to hide the dark red stains.
“It’s his,” Remus whispered. The doctor’s hand stilled, briefly, then produced a fresh cloth and continued to clear away the blood drying in Remus’ mustache, down his neck. Nurses and orderlies slowed their frenetic paces as they passed by the door, eyes darting in. Rubbernecking? “The blood’s all his. I… I bit him, Doc. I—”
“You’ve been through a traumatic event,” the doctor interrupted. One hand, gentle but irresistible, directed Remus’ gaze back to his face and he stared into Remus’ eyes. His left eye flashed gold. “Your friend will recover. Will heal. You brought him here, brought him where he can recuperate.”
Remus looked away but the doctor drew him back, eyes locked on his.
“You saved his life.”
“Thanks, Doc, but—” Remus jerked free from his grasp and leapt down from the table. “But you don’t understand. Look… I’m—I’m fine,” he said, ignoring his shiver, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. He gestured to his body and brushed as the blood and mud drying on his skin. “I’m not the one you should be taking care of.” The PA crackled to life, some garbled announcement that Remus only caught half of. He pointed at the speaker anyway. “The hospital’s full of people who need you more than me.”
Proving his point, another nurse, this one in olive drab scrubs, poked his head into the examination room. "Doctor, we need you in surgery right away."
"What? No. The docor shook his head and turned back to Remus. "Find someone else. I'm with—I'm with a patient."
"They need you," Remus muttered, eyes on the floor. "I'll be fine here."
"We need you," the nurse said. "He'll be fine here."
"No, he—" the doctor snapped.
Another shadow filled the doorway and Remus looked up. Three more scrub-clad nurses approached the room, big and tall. They looked ready to haul the doctor away whether he liked it or not. "We need you," they said. "He'll be fine here."
"I'll come back. Wait for me," the doctor murmured to Remus, his tone softer than he would've expected. Softer than he deserved. And a helluva lot softer than his growl at the nurses. "Show me."
One of them split off and led the doctor down the hall, their footsteps echoing over the dulling sounds from the waiting room beyond the doorway. Two of the nurses slithered into the room.
A third stayed in the doorway, hands on his hips. Broad shoulders blotted out Remus' view of the rest of the hospital.
"You should cover yourself," she said.
A hospital gown and slippers sat in a neat little stack next to Remus on the exam table. He stared at it. "I don't… I'm not that hurt. I just—"
"You'll feel better once you get out of those filthy clothes," the first nurse said. She held up the gown in front of him, a little like an offering. A little like a way to shield herself from the sight of him.
Remus traced the dried mud and blood streaked across his chest. Logan's blood. "He's gonna be alright, isn't he?"
The nurse didn't speak, just held open one sleeve of the gown, waiting for Remus to slide his arm through. Logan's blood flaked off his skin and the powder fell in little piles around his toes. His feet were bare.
Nodding, Remus shoved one arm, then the other, through the sleeves and stood still while they tied up the back. He shivered and pulled off his jeans. Gloves on, the nurse packed them away in a white Patient Belongings bag as he sat back down on the examining table.
"You said you bit him," she said. "The injured man you brought in?"
"Y—yeah? I…We… we were in the woods." The forest. Dark trees, the rich, wet scent of mulch and soil. The elk quivering at his feet—his paws—as he ripped into its side.
And Logan. Warm, strong arms wrapped around him. Voice gentle and steady, stroking his fur. His fur? Remus hugged himself, palms dragging down his arms. His ordinary, vaguely hairy and not furry arms.
"Yeah, I thought… I… The moon. The moon turned me and… and I was…I was so hungry…" Remus squeezed his eyes shut. Blood roared in his ears and he tried to shake it away. The beeping down the hall, voices over the P.A., swinging doors, everything fell away. But Logan's voice grew louder, pain and fear and—
"He screamed and I—I… I remember… "
The nurse made a sound, a sort of tutting, and clicked open a pen, scribbling on a clipboard. "What do you remember?" she asked, voice low and flat.
"I…" Blood and flesh in his mouth. Empty, aching hunger crying for more.
"It's okay," she said. "You can tell us. Patient confidentiality. The more you tell us, the more we can help you get the care you need." Remus eyed the clipboard in her hand and the nurse shrugged. "Your records are secure. Tell us everything you think you remember."
Remus dragged a hand through his mustache, the scent of blood faint but real. Wasn't it? "Everything I think I remember?"
The nurse smiled, thin and confident. Condescending? Nah. Nah, she was just trying to be helpful. She pulled up one of those rollie stools and sat down, back straight. "You didn't actually turn into a monster who tried to attack some man you'd been dating, right?"
"When… when you say it out loud…" It was impossible, wasn't it? He couldn't've turned into a werewolf and mauled his new boyfriend. That was… He shook his head, a tight laugh—or a sob—pushing up from his guts. He swallowed it back down and took in a breath. The room, his gown, his hands now smelled like sanitizer and latex. Remus nodded. "It—it all sounds kinda crazy when you say it out loud."
"We don't like to use that word here." Another nurse joined them. Then another. One of them pushed a wheelchair, padded restraints open on the armrests. "We're here to help," the nurse in front of him said, turning the clipboard and handing him the pen. "Read this and sign at the bottom."
Remus took the clipboard, the words swimming before his eyes. He could just make out the heading, big black letters across the top of the page.
CONSENT FOR VOLUNTARY INPATIENT TREATMENT
"Sign at the bottom," the nurse prompted again, tapping the empty box. "Right there."
"I… I don't know about this," Remus began, flipping through the pages and pages on the clipboard. "I—"
"You want us to help you, don't you?" the nurse with the wheelchair said. "You don't want to hurt Logan again, do you?"
Remus nodded. "Right." The pen shook but he scrawled his name in the box. It wasn't really legible but whose signature was? The first nurse didn't even bother to read it when she took the clipboard, just murmured something to the others as they lowered him into the wheelchair.
"Stay seated and we won't need to use these," she said, tapping the restraints.
"Okay," Remus nodded and closed his eyes. Without another word, they wheeled him out of the room and down the hall.
~
"Meus!"
Logan jolted up. He was alone, in the dark, but warm and dry. The room smelled clean, antiseptically clean. He shifted, limbs heavy. He hurt.
Encumbered, tangled in cords and heavy blankets—was he in a bed?—he kicked and flailed, finally freeing one leg and his arms. Fire shot through his thigh, followed by a sharp stab at his elbow. Something hot and wet dribbled down his inner arm. He sniffed at it. Blood.
He swung his legs to one side, succeeding only in slamming into a railing. As his eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, he made out curved bars on either side of him, the cool, fuzzy glow of a screen. His hand came up automatically to clear his glasses but he hit his face instead.
Quiet, hushed, he heard a muffled P.A. tone followed by a professional, clipped voice. "Doctor Greene to C ward. Doctor Greene to C ward."
Hospital? Logan touched the worn cotton covering his chest, a wide plastic strip wrapped around his wrist. Indeed. A hospital.
They'd last been in the woods and Remus was… He remembered Remus' huge shoulders, big brown eyes edged in green. Soft fur.
His teeth.
Logan swallowed, throat raw and dry. He remembered screaming and… Nothing. Did Remus throw them out of the Imagination? Every other time, he and the others had always ended up back where they'd started, safe and recovering in Logan's room.
He peered through murky darkness around him. No stars dotted the ceiling, and the blankets were all wrong, heavy and warm. No computer, no bookcases. This was not his room. A narrow table sat next to the bed, a fuzzy, familiar glint in one corner. He surmised, hoped they were his eyeglasses. He stretched to reach, almost—
His leg turned, fresh pain ripping up to his hip.
Logan reached lower, stopping at gauze and tape wrapped around his throbbing leg. Remus' teeth puncturing, tearing, ripping—
Dizzy, he fell back against the pillows. The world hadn't changed, so where was Remus now?
What would you do if you'd turned into a werewolf and tried to eat the man you'd just started dating?
He had to find him.
Pulling on the railing beside him, Logan tried again to sit up. If he could work out how to lower the bed rails, he could get on his feet and perhaps find a crutch or—His hand brushed a small device with a cord on one end. A nurse call button. He pushed, frantically and the door swung open almost immediately.
"Logie?" Light flooded the room and Logan squinted, covering his eyes. "Logie, you're up! Guys, he's awake!" Patton called out in the hallway and soon the room was filled with the others. They crowded around the bed, voices overlapping as they raised the bed and offered water, which he declined, then his eyeglasses, which he accepted.
He looked around the room. Everyone was there, clad in hospital scrubs in a rainbow of colors. Everyone was there but Remus.
"How are you feeling?" Janus was at his side, prodding his leg.
The others fell silent, all looking at Patton. "He's… he's here in the hospital, Kiddo. He…"
Janus nodded.
Patton lowered the safety rail and sat on the edge of the bed, gnawing on his lip. "He's… he's up on the eighth floor. Ah… he…"
"He had himself committed," Virgil finished, arms crossed tight over his chest. Even in this world, his eyes were shadowed. "As 'a danger to himself and others.'"
Patton squeezed his hand. "They won't let us in to see him."
"'They?' Who's 'they?'" Logan frowned and gestured at their clothes. "You all have badges… You're hospital staff. You—"
Roman shook his head. "We're staff but there are… others." He lowered his voice, eyes darting out to the hall. "My brother has his own characters here and they… they've allowed us to care for you but—"
"But they're keeping us away from Remus," Janus finished.
Patton covered his hand and tried to smile. "We'll figure it out, Kiddo. You should rest, then we'll—"
"No," Logan said. Teeth gritted, he sat up all the way. "Help me up. We need to get him out of there."
"But what if he just needs some time to—"
"More time away from people who care about him? More time with an entire world telling him he's mentally unstable and dangerous?" Logan snapped. "More time thinking he's hurt me?"
"But…" Virgil looked pointedly at Logan's thigh. "He kinda did, L. Maybe he wants us to just leave him alone for now."
Janus adjusted Logan's bandage and Roman turned away, shoulders slumped. Patton's eyes danced from the bed and the door, avoiding each of them.
But Logan shook his head. "That is illogical. If Remus wanted us to leave him alone, we would not still be here. He would have sent his 'staff' to remove us from the property, he would have dissolved this world, he would have done anything other than hide in plain sight."
Logan's fingers twitched with the memory of Remus' fur, soft and warm beneath his hand. His heavy, contented sigh as he fell asleep in his lap. The fear in his eyes that had so quickly melted when Logan did not flinch from him, did not run.
"He's giving us an out," Roman said, back still turned. The wall before him glowed, the beginnings of a portal. "We can leave, we can let him be." He faced them. "We can let him—"
"Duck out?" Virgil's voice cracked and Patton reached for his hand. He took it, shadows retreating almost imperceptibly.
"I will not let that happen," Logan announced and tried again to rise. Whatever Janus had done to his bandage helped and this time when Logan shifted his leg, there was only a faint ache. "How did you do that?" he asked Janus. "What did you do?"
Janus shook his head. "I… nothing I hadn't tried before."
Roman brushed his fingers over the wall and they watched the portal shrink. "He wants you healed. You were…" When he looked back at Logan, his eyes were wet. "You know you were dead when you got here, Lo."
Janus nodded beside him. "Remus brought you back."
Logan pushed up to his feet, accepting Patton and Virgil's steadying hands. "And I'm going to bring him back. And I'll need your help."
~
Dressed in the dull green scrubs Roman had dug up from under the nurses' station, Logan waited behind the double doors separating the surgical ward from the behavioral health unit. When Logan changed into the scrubs and checked his reflection, the front pocket had hung… oddly. Inside, he'd found a heavy brass key. Antique-looking, it didn't match the aesthetic of the modern hospital they were in. After he tried it on a few of the doors in the emergency wing, Logan had been optimistic that it had been some sort of sign that they were on the right track. That Remus' mind had granted them a literal key to retrieving him.
The thought had given him hope when Patton and Virgil's distraction successfully got him upstairs—and got them both fired and expelled from the hospital. He continued, along, gripping the key.
But the eighth floor doors separating him from Remus were not secured with a mere mechanical lock. The door panel glowed an angry, mocking red, locked, with the only controls on the inside of the ward.
And so, fingering the key, he waited for their back-up plan. Roman's announcement on the P.A. was enough to draw away several of the nurses, leaving only one to staff the desk. It was all up to Janus now.
Designed to keep out people and not pathogens, the doors were solid and triple-locked. But the gap beneath them allowed Janus' cloying voice over the speakerphone to easily carry to Logan's ears over the speakerphone.
"Now try the other cord," he instructed. "My system's still showing yours is out. Something's got to be wired funny."
"This one?" a nurse replied. His voice sounded strained.
"No," Janus answered, watching from the cameras in the emergency room. "The one on the other side of the desk." A chair squeaked, followed by a splash and the crack of ceramic on tile.
"Dammit, I spilled my coffee—shit!" Electric crackling filled the air and the door panel flickered before going dead.
Logan took his chance and slipped through.
The nurse was under the desk, frantically mopping up the mess. Logan hurried past the desk and turned the corner. The hall was massive and Logan picked up his pace, counting empty rooms as he went. After he found Remus, if he couldn't find an exit on the opposite side of the ward, they might need to double back.
He needn't've bothered. The final door in the hall glowed with a misty green light. Logan drew close and peered inside.
The room was bare and empty, save for a narrow hospital bed. And Remus.
He lay curled on his side, back turned to the door. The scars littered his back, peeking through the gaps in his hospital gown. His whole body shuddered, from cold or fear, or both, Logan couldn't tell.
But he sure as hell wouldn't leave him like that.
He cracked open the door and slipped inside. "Remus?" he whispered, "let's get you out of here."
Remus gasped and slowly turned to face him. He blinked, eyes wet and bloodshot. "Logan?" he whispered, sounding so very small. "Is that… Are you really here?"
Tears streaked down his face and his lips had been gnawed raw. They hadn't even bothered to clean the remnants of the forest from his arms and chest and legs. "Of course I am." Logan clamped his mouth shut before his own voice could crack. He stepped closer and, telegraphing his move, he removed Remus' I.V. A half-roll of gauze sat abandoned next to the bed and Logan wrapped it around his arm a few times before reaching for Remus' hand.
Remus fingers closed around his immediately.
"Let's get you out of here."
"I… I c—can't," Remus stuttered and lifted his hand. Padded chains dangled from his wrists, a barbaric version of hospital safety restraints. A tarnished brass lock hung from one end. "They—they're strong. I can't get them off like the last ones."
"It's a good thing I brought this, then," Logan said, pulling out the key.
Remus huffed out a laugh, short and weak. But still a laugh. "Where'd you—"
"A friend left it for me," Logan said and unlocked Remus' restraints. "Shall we?" he asked, offering his hand.
Mustache twitching, Remus moved slowly, but let Logan help him up. Together they crept to the door, listening. Logan peered through the windowed door and nodded, one finger to his lips as they left Remus' room.
Shuffling closer, Remus found Logan's hand and gripped it with something close to his usual strength. "Some second date, huh?" he whispered near Logan's ear.
Logan chuckled and looked up and down the hall before urging him closer to the stairwell. "I believe breaking you out of a secure ward qualifies as at least a third date, Meus."
"'Meus?'"
Logan's heart froze. He hadn't meant to let that slip but there was no pretending he'd been misheard.
Remus' feet had stuttered to a stop and he stared back at Logan. "Lo Lo?" he whispered. Recognition filled Remus' eyes as he reached out to touch his face. He gasped when his fingers grazed Logan's cheek, as though he hadn't expected him to be real.
"I'm here, Meus," Logan whispered back, covering Remus' hand with his own. "I'm right here with you."
"Lo Lo, what's—where's…" He looked down at his faded hospital gown, at the hastily bandaged I.V. wound on his arm. The ID bracelet fastened slightly too tight around his wrist. "Wait—No! No, they'll find us. They'll—"
Alarms blared throughout the empty corridor and the ambient lighting turned red. Footsteps, an army of footsteps pounding the ceiling over their heads.
"We have to go now," Logan shouted over the screeching alarms, stealth and subterfuge gone. "We're almost out. We—"
The stairwell door slammed open and dozens of scrubs-clad figures poured out, surrounding them.
"I don't—I can't—"
"But you can, Meus. This is all your world. Take us somewhere safe."
Fingers locked together, Remus pressed their shared grip against the wall. Bright green light spilled out from beneath their hands as the wall slowly opened.
They stepped through and the portal snapped shut behind them.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Written by @deadskeletallemons and @syrcaljirk for @sleepy-nova-tea as part of the Camp Cartoon Dynamic Duos writing event.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dark Creativity | Remus “The Duke” Sanders/Logic | Logan Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus “The Duke” Sanders & Logic | Logan Sanders
Characters: Logic | Logan Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus “The Duke” Sanders
Additional Tags: Amusement Parks, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Phobias, Roller Coasters, Chronic Pain, Summer, Developing Relationship, Comfort, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff
Summary:
This trip is going to be Logan’s downfall and he knows it. It’s just him and the friend he’s been silently pining for on a trip alone after their friends flaked on them. Now, Logan has to face both his feelings and his fears simultaneously. Will he crack under the pressure, or will something beautiful bloom in adversity? Click to find out.
Written for Camp Cartoon 2026 with the help of Lemonade_bones for sleepy.novatea using the prompt below:
Intrulogical goes to a theme park with romantic Intrulogical and Remus and Logan as the main characters
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