imagine reader being in rogue’s places in the scene which logan stabs her accidentally
The shock in your voice when you whimper his name has Logan’s eyes snapping open.
“Fuck,” he isn’t sure what to do with his hands. Should he leave his claws out, should he retract them?
He doesn’t know what to do and the moment you cough and blood sputters out of your mouth he feels his heart rate skyrocket.
You can’t die. Not because of him. He can’t kill you.
“It’s okay baby,” there’s blood pooling in the corner of your mouth and Logan wants to curse, he also wants to grab you and hold you close but shifting the claws inside of you scared him more.
His brain can’t comprehend what he’s done.
“It’s not fucking okay!” He swears, but then your hand reaches to his face and he feels it. “I stabbed you.”
“It’s okay Lo, just breathe.” And breathe he does. Every breath he takes helps calm him down as you murmur under your breath and a pink glow takes over the room.
Logan watches as your skin repairs itself, his claws retracting slowing. When you’re all healed up, you slump into him with a ragged breath.
The blood in your mouth doesn’t get reabsorbed in your body so when the wound is closed, Logan wipes it away with a shaking hand.
“I’m okay,” you murmur, eyes tired all of a sudden. “I’m okay.”
He nods, tears pricking his eyes as he presses his forehead to your collarbone. “I’m sorry bub, I’m so fucking sorry.”
Your hand touches his hair, “It was an accident. It’s all okay.”
Logan kisses any bit of skin he can reach, holding you like a piece of fine china as he lays you down on the bed.
“Maybe I should go back to my room tonight, yeah?” He says roughly, eyes not leaving the part of your torso where his claws had been.
“No, want you to stay.” You yawn, your body more tired now that you’d used your powers to close such a large wound. “Please, Logan?”
He sighs, resigned to giving you what you want for now at least. “Just till you fall asleep, bub.”
You nod, knowing this is the best he can do right now. “Okay,” you turn into him the moment he’s on the bed again, head on his chest as his arms circle your back. “Love you, Logan.”
He presses his lips to your hairline. “I love you too bub, get some sleep.”
