not me thinking about ro on a job and getting stabbed / shot and bleeding out and his one call isn’t to the emergency services but your muse.

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not me thinking about ro on a job and getting stabbed / shot and bleeding out and his one call isn’t to the emergency services but your muse.
Logan didn't dream , he had nightmares. Anything that might have started as a dream , ┈┈ quickly nosedived into carnage that only the Wolverine was capable of. Over 200 years of living , and more of it was horrific than it was even just … lackluster. Pain , tragedy and sorrow followed Logan Howlett everywhere he went , ┈┈ and people still found it in themselves to call him a hero. He never understood it , but he had given up TRYING to a long time ago.
Tonight's menu of nightmares , ┈┈ was an interesting buffet table of moments in Logan's life. An endless real of lives he had ended , ( coupled with the distorted memories of what had been done to HIM. ) It was no wonder the mutant woke the man laying next to him from his always surprisingly deep sleep. Muttered cries of no and various growls started quiet , ┈┈ before growing in not only desperation but also volume. Pained cries turned to more animal like growls as the nightmare continued on it trajectory to a time that still made Logan sick to think about sometimes.
He didn't hear Wade's voice , ┈┈ words not processing that he was asleep but only the hand that chanced making contact with the sleeping Wolverine. A sorry mistake to make when said man was covered in the veil of his own trauma's swirling in his mind's eye. It's always the smallest of sounds , ( in this case masked by a cry of pain as Logan shot up into a sitting position. ) A snikt and then the sound of flesh being pierced effortlessly.
Eyes don't see clearly at first , ┈┈ or much of anything at all except the lingering memories of his dreams. Heavy breaths heaving in and out while the darkened room processes more clearly. ( along with the reality of his claws in Wade's stomach. ) Logan looked down then he felt resistance , the state of the other man becoming more aware with the scent of copper. A quick retract , ┈┈ and blood dirtying the sheets. He'll have to clean that up next.
“ Ahh , fuck me! ” He cursed quietly. Letting his claws retract back with a silent wince. ( no more that the twitch of his lip. ) “ How bad was it? ” Logan asked with a hint of shame in his features.
“ hey, calm down. calm down. you’re okay. “ , @ontheticktick.
"get out of here! i'll handle this!" - @herosugars
Seconds ago, they were at the park, reviewing Mirio's end-of-year plans. The next moment, all hell broke loose. The impact of the blasts knocked Basil off his feet. He toppled over, hitting a pile of kicked-up dirt and broken tree branches. Basil staggered, feeling a spark of intrusion in the center of his stomach. Thick, sticky blood clung to the torn fabric of his shirt. It was cold to the touch, and he couldn't find evidence of what had torn through him. The pain was mind-melting.
" don't- wanna leave you behind. "