#juligan

if kattigan is out here calling occtis ‘pretty boy,’ what pet name do we think he’s using for julien?

Anyway yeah where's the kissing yall?!

Occtigan is out, Kocctis is in(pun intended)

Also love verbal confirmation about vaesha from ash <3

It's horrible, and I haven't read it through, but here goes.

Logan opened his eyes, squinting against the bright lights in the room. Bright lights? Where exactly was he? The distant sound of beeping met his ears, which was when he realized.

Hospital.

He was in the hospital.

Adam. The fire. The art-hall.

His mind was fuzzy, and he had trouble remembering what exactly had happened.

  Kurt was running towards the door, Reed and Blaine holding desperately on to him. He was screaming. They were all screaming. Logan could even hear screams coming from the floor down below. He tried shouting. Tried getting through to them. Tried telling them to get out. He had a firm grip on Julian’s wrist, wanted to keep him close, and also needed it to steady himself. The ceiling was collapsing and Logan knew they needed to clear the staircase as soon as possible. Something cracked and landed on the floor, where Kurt had been standing just a second ago. “Come on!!” he yelled, wanted desperately to make sure they were all with him. Kurt and Julian especially. “This way, Blaine!” he heard Julian cry, “Follow us-hurry!”. “You can do it, come on!” Logan shouted, hoping they were following him, and they made a break for it, running towards the staircase…

”Logan?” a female voice said. ”Are you awake?”

He opened his eyes again, this time looking at the face of his stepmother.

“Michelle?” he said, surprised at how hoarse his voice was.

“Oh Logan!” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. “We were so worried”.

“We?”

“Your father was needed in Washington, but…”

“Of course”

“No, Logan. He was really upset about leaving. He wanted to stay here with you, but you know him, he can’t just leave his job.”

“Right. Yeah… Michelle, would you… Excuse me for a moment?”

She nodded and stood up.

He fell back on the bed, closing his eyes.

How long had he been here? Obviously long enough for his dad to leave – which, when he thought about it – didn’t actually have to be more than a couple of hours.

  They were all running in what felt like slowmotion. The roof was caving in on them, and burning debris was falling all around them. They were covering their faces as well as they could, but it was practically impossible.

“ETHAN!”

“EVAN!”

“DWIGHT!”

They’d reached the staircase. Logan kicked the door in, opening up to a fiery inferno downstairs. There was no way they were ever going to get out.

“Logan…” Julian raised a hand to rest on Logan’s shoulder.

“No.. We have to.” He tightened his grip on Julian’s wrist, and yanked him along down the stairs.

The staircase was falling apart, and they had to be careful. But quick.

“Hurry!”

“Logan?” one of the twins yelled from a couple of feet away.

“Is everyone okay?” Kurt was grasping Blaine’s hand and Reed was following limply along.

“I think so!” Dwight yelled.

They were down. The staircase was conquered. There was still a long way to go though.

“Who is that?” Kurt said, panic evident in his voice.

Logan looked down and saw a body on the floor. A big chunk of burning wood was on his chest, but they couldn’t make out the face…

  “Mr. Wright?” A nurse who had just entered the room, said. “We heard you were awake.”

“So it seems.” He said, looking down on his hands.

“Do you need anything?”

“I’d like to get out of here, actually.”

“I can’t permit that, Mr. Wright, you need to stay in your bed. But we do need to check your vitals, see if you are doing better.”

“I am.” He said matter-of-factly.

“We’ll see.”

  “Who is it?!” It was Reed’s turn to panic. None of them moved. None of them had the guts to actually find out who it was.

Logan felt Julian making his way towards the body on the floor. “It’s my fault” he whispered so only Logan could hear him. “No… Jules.” He started, but before he was able to finish, Julian was kneeling next to the body.

“It’s… It’s… It’s Micah”

  The next time he opened his eyes, it was dark out. He couldn’t see anyone out in the hall, couldn’t hear the sound of people rushing by. He felt drained. Tired. But he couldn’t sleep. He needed to get out. Before long, he was walking slowly towards the door in the hospital room. Every bone in his body was hurting. Every step he took, sent a jolt of pain through his entire body, and he had to fight really hard not to just collapse on the floor.

  “Micah?” Blaine’s voice was disbelieving. “No.. It.. Micah?” he was shaking his head slowly back and forth.