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        he tries not to be too smug when she moves her hand off the button, because he knew she wouldn’t do it. “ how far are we gunna get if we don’t protect ourselves, logan?” he rolls his eyes, walking over to where she was trying to reach the water, holding it up so she could take a sip from it if she decided to. “ obviously it’s what i’m here for, i didn’t do anything wrong so why would i be trying to make myself feel better?” he scoffs, “ billie was there, and she’s already had her two cents about it all so keep my family out of it. i’m sorry you got hurt, really, but it’s not that bad. neither is my aim, i shot for cobras, not families.” 

        he rolls his eyes, having already expected this conversation from someone, one way or another. he didn’t have too much of an excuse for why he had brought his own gun out - other than the fact that he couldn’t say no to a fight, especially when it was a considerably even fight. “ well i didn’t mean to shoot the fucking civilians, i was shooting at the cock head cobras - you know, the ones you should be pissed at.” he furrows his brows into a frown, “ are you kidding? you think a scar is going to matter?” watching her finger over the button, “ go on, kick me out - i came to see how you were going but if this is how it’s gunna be. if you want money i can help for a bit, if you seriously think this shit is my fault.” 

       his brows knit together, knowing there was a chance of cobras and civilians being mad at him for shooting, and maybe his ex fiance - but he wasn’t sure why she was so mad. “ what the fuck logan?” he shrugs, “ you would have been worse off if i sat down and watched it all go down, but yeah sure call the nurse. don’t understand what you’re pissy about. wasn’t me who shot you.”

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   “ not a bad set up you’ve got going on here..” james speaks, not really meeting the gaze of his ex girlfriend as she lay in the hospital bed, and he still wasn’t aware of the extent of her injuries - but he’d come to the hospital to visit any of the savages that were there - and he’d found her. “ what’s the damage?”

vera watches her carefully. though she’s not a medic by any means, her eyes run over the blonde’s figure in search of wounds. ❛  everyone’s going to be fine. don’t worry about them. they ambulances are here and they’re being taken care of. ❜ a part of vera knows she’s trying to reassure herself by this. ❛  let’s focus on you, yeah? what’s happened to your shoulder? do you remember?  ❜

“i’m not mad,” zane sighed, holding her a little tighter after she tried to squirm. “i’m not. but you should’ve been more careful. you’re not a fighter, logan, you could’ve gotten yourself or someone else killed in there. the best thing you can do in these situations is get out of the way.” he glanced down at her face, lips pursed in concern. “you’re losing a lot of blood. i’m going to hand you over to a paramedic, alright?”

       he’s not the strongest cop on the squad, but he was one of the quickest - and his moves are lightning speed as he picks her up from the seat again, “fuck this, let’s go get you some help.” he murmurs, mostly to himself as he trudges through the glass on the floor and mess people left behind. “ i’m sorry uh.. because i wasn’t here to stop it.” he furrows his brows, not caring that her blood was getting all over him because he only cared about getting her to his car to take her to hospital. “ you feeling okay?”

       “ fuck,” he murmurs and holds onto her, but he does notice where the blood is coming from, a lot quicker than a graze and her words are enough to prompt him to sit her down - not before brushing the small shards of glass off the chair with the palm of his hand - small cuts piercing his skin but he didn’t care. “ don’t close your eyes.. i’ll get help.” he nods, gaze searching for a medic to call over. he holds his hands near the wound, an attempt to stop the bleeding while he waited, “ you’ll be okay. i’m sorry.. ” 

if it weren’t for the adrenaline pumping through him, how wound up he’d been the past few weeks, and the fact that he’d taken more than one good punch to the face, perhaps giovanni would have taken the opportunity to give a shit about the woman, clearly injured, instead he looked to her with an impassive, irate view and bumbled out  ❛  get the fuck out of here before you get more hurt ❜

vera vaguely remembered seeing logan at the bar before it erupted into chaos. she hadn’t been sitting far from the girl, but once the guns were being pulled out, vera couldn’t see anything. once the police showed, people flooded out of the bar, but vera stayed behind just a moment longer. she peeked around the table she’d used for coverage when she spotted the blonde — and the blood. ❛  oh, god. logan.  ❜ she rushed right over when she noticed logan wobbling, grabbing another table to support her. she wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist in hopes of steadying her. she nodded to the bloodstain on her shirt and asked, ❛  were — were you shot?  ❜

        he’d been called in, not at work at the time so he’d headed straight to the bar when he’d got the call, and he lowered his weapon after helping the other officers to control the situation. the few moments it took him to look around the bar, at the few that were visibly injured and some that were just grazed - and he stops in his tracks when he notices logan. it was unusual to see her bloodied, not a sight he enjoyed at all - so he rushes over to her, holding her up so she’s leaning on him and not the table. “ i’ve got you… are you hurt?” he asks before looking at the blood seeping through her shirt after feeling it seeping into the shirt of his uniform. lifitng her her up so she doesn’t fall, he looks down at her “ logan did you get shot at?” 

he hadn’t been there in the beginning, no, but he’d been nearby. he’d arrived at the bar just in time for the full-on fight to break out and he did his best to drag the more blameless victims out of the building and do safety. he got knocked around a little bit, a black eye and bruised lip with some scattered cuts from broken glass, but ultimately he was good at ducking.

apparently logan was not.

he found her leaning heavily against a table, looking pale and dizzy, and he didn’t say a word before he gathered her up in his arms and carried her out towards where he’d dropped off everybody else. 

“should’ve gotten out of there quicker,” he told her, stepping around people and objects, his eyes in front of him.

    *•.¸♡    she was much too woozy to put up any sort of a fight when she felt herself being gathered into strong arms.    her head was spinning and the sudden motion made her stomach turn, her hand moving to cover her mouth.    a cry of pain and a sudden wince make her drop her arm back down, confused as to why she hurt but not putting it together just yet.

 as people scurried out of the scene , jane was absorbing it all as she tried to get a handle of what had just happened. she had went around helping people - her people to get the hell out of there .  her eyes caught with the younger blonde , she recognized as logan .  a stripper .   jane notice how she was looking and the bleeding .  she quickly  wrapped her arm around logan’s waist .  ❛ shit .. logan , can you still hear me ?  ❜ making sure the younger was still awake and present with her .  ❛ I need you to not panic , but …  ❜ jane trails off - not knowing how to tell the girl she was bleeding .    ❛ you need to go to the hospital and quick , you’re losing too much blood right now .  ❜