Blinded by wrath and anger, healed by love- chapter one
Summary: Wrath and terror gouged lives into his eyes, Logan is almost certain he is permanently blind now.Thank God his family won’t take his moping.
Word count -1520
Ao3
Pairing- Platonic Logan & everyone
Warnings: Cursing, Remus being Remus, implied violence, violence after math, mild blood description, mutilated eyes, loss of tongue, Logan hurts so much this chapter
Logan lay on the floor, bleeding heavily, vision gone, he feels liquid drip from his eyes. His eyes hurt.
Why do they hurt?
His tongue is gone, why is his tongue gone?
Well, he correst himself, spitting the gathering blood out of his mouth, only the front third is gone. No, more than that, he is unsure how much of his tongue he lost actually.
Logan lay there, unable to do much more than whine and gurgle, bleeding out slowly. Too weak to move, barely conscious.
Logan can’t help but hope that maybe this will at least please the others, they never want to listen to him, now they will never have to again. He finds depressing joy in never having to see any of the other’s sad ever again, after all, how could his vision return?
Wrath and terror gouged knives into his eyes, Logan is almost certain he is permanently blind now.
Logan can hear footsteps approaching and his fear spikes, his breathing getting somehow more shallow and quicker.
“Logan?!” A voice sounds, “Logan!”
Logan spits the blood out again and lays limply, barely registering it as the owner of the voice picks him up and rushes off, disappearing and reappearing somewhere.
“Oh Shit, oh shit, oh shit- GUYS! HELP!” the owner of the voice screams, sounding helpless.
Logan assumes this is a hallucination before his death.
His eyes slowly slip closed and Logan loses consciousness, trying to curl into the warmth he assumes to be imagined. Not a bad way to go, Logan supposes, strong arms holding him and a warm body he’s cradled to. No, Logan supposes, not a bad way to go at all.
Virgil sets Logan gently on the bed, grabbing a washcloth from the table and trying to mop the blood off of the logical facet’s face, knowing a pool of blood will make operation unnecessarily hardfer.
Patton and Remus show up in step, both worried heavily about why Virgil would scream like that. Remus is here to beat the enemy into submission. Not that’d he’d admit it. But, Remus is fond of all of the sides, especially his brother and the youngest side, Virgil.
“Virgil- Logan!” Patton shrieks, rushing forward, demanding to know what happened.
Virgil, nonverbal by this point, switches to worrying his hoodie strings and trying to breathe.
“Nerdy wolverine’s hurt, Patt, you have to help him.”
“I’m not- Lo’s the doctor-”
“So are you. Help him Patton.” Remus growls, “I’m going to get answers.”
“Wait! Can uhm- Take Virgil to Janus?”
“Yeah, fine. Whatever.” Remus rolls his eyes, muttering something unkind, and gently leading Virgil away to see JAnus. Thankful that the relationship the sides have on screen are only on screen.
Patton swallows, starting by checking Logan’s mouth before cauterizing his tongue, stopping the bleeding.
He cleans the man’s eyes, before cauterizing them too.
Logan, unsurprisingly, is in a coma.
-__+__-
Logan wakes to lack of vision and Roman’s voice. His memories return quickly to him, making him whine.
Roman goes silent, and then steps are heard, the rustling of fabric.
“Logan! Oh, you beautiful man you! Please say that you are okay. Say something, anything. I missed you, you know.”
Logan blinks, trying to ease the soreness of his eyes, he shifts his head to better hear Roman, reaching out and not finding anything with his hand.
“Oh, Pat said you might not have your vision, or your voice.” Roman says softly, taking Logan’s hand and moving closer, “But we’ll get everything sorted, one way or another- Oh! You’ll want to see- er- You’ll want Athena then?”
Logan uses his free hand to sign yes, knowing each side knows a little sign, he taught them all a few. Yes, No, please, thank you, eat, drink, I’m sorry and that’s about it.
Of course, he taught Virgil more sign language, but then again, that was logical. Oh, now he can’t help Virgil.
Thankfully, Logan supposes, Janus is rather proficient as well.
Roman nods, not that Logan can see it, or anything And oh, Roman pales, his friend, the man who helped him become who he is, his older brother figure, that man will never see anything again.
Roman walks out, telling Logan that he is going to get Athena.
But suddenly, he finds the escape selfishly comforting. He doesn’t have to see the scars to Logan, see what damage Logan has that Logan will never see himself.
Roman stops in front of Virgil’s room, knocking.
“What?” Virgil calls darkly, “I’m busy.”
“Lo’s awake,” Roman says, “He can’t see, and either can’t or won’t speak. He wants Athena. And, he’d probably like to hear your voice.”
Shuffling and the the door opens to a messy Virgil with and owl perched on his shoulder, “Let’s go then.”
Roman just nods, leading Virgil to the medical room where Logan is.
Roman blink sin surprise to see Logan sitting up, leaning against clumsily arranged pillows. Logan’s scared eyes stare blankly ahead, but his head turns towards the sound of Virgil and Roman’s footsteps.
Athena chirps happily, jumping off of Virgil’s shoulder and flying to Logan, landing on the logical facet’s leg and pecking his hand affectionately.
Logan’s lips quirk up, and he taps gently on the owl, morse code, Virgil thinks.
Hello dear, Logan taps to the owl she chirps again happily. She pecks at his fingers, morse code again.
Safe?
Logan nods, tapping out affirmation gently against the owl.
“H-Hey L.” Virgil says shakily, “I heard you’re not talking. Are you capable of it?”
Logan sighs through his nose, but opens his mouth, revealing his lack of tongue.
“O-oh. That’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”
Logan snorts derisivley, wondering what there is to figure out. He’s useless. He can’t see, or speak, he can’t do his job.
“You know, I’m glad you made it out alive,” Virgil says a little softer than most people have heard him sound, “I don’t know what’d I’d have done if you hadn’t made it man.”
‘Survived it and grown stronger.’ Logan signs, rolling his sore, unseeing eyes.
Virgil chokes, “I couldn’t- Logan, you don’t get it do you. You matter. A lot man.”
Roman tilts his head, not having understood the sign language.
‘No, I do not. And that is okay. I have made peace with it. I am incapable of seeing or speaking. I am a hindrance at this point. I suspect death might have lessened the effect of my issues onto those I care for.’ Logan signs quickly, knowing Virgil can keep up.
“Uh, excuse you?!” Virgil snaps, eyes alight with anger and worry, again, not that Logan could see. “You matter a lot to all of us, stop moping damn you! You matter to JAnus, and Remus, and Roman, and Emilie, and Remy, and Thomas! You matter to Athena, she’s been depressed and molting faster without you, she’s thinner and you know it. You matter to my spider, Charlotte and Elliot.
“You matter to Medusa, JAnus’ snake. You matter to Remus’ hyenas, Ares and Bellona. You matter to Roman’s Lion, stripes. As a dumb a name as that is. You matter to Remy and Emilie’s toads, Steven, Garnet, Caramel blondie, Straight black, decaf, Luka, half calf, all of them. You matter to Patton’s fish, probably, I don’t know if fish care for people actually, but if they do, they care for you.
“Logan, you matter to everyone. You matter to me, you matter to me a lot. You ass, so stop moping and maybe we’ll figure this out faster!”
Logan blinks at the speech, snorting softly, ‘You say that, but do you know what it takes to actually mean that you care about me? About anyone?’
“Yeah, Logan I do. Believe it or not I have some loyalty. Got that? I’m fucking loyal, especially to you.”
Logan flinches at the tone.
Athena turns her large eyes on Virgil, tilting her head, as if asking if she should attack Virgil or not.
‘Virgil, you don’t need to be loyal to me, I wouldn’t be mad if you weren’t.’
“Uh, fucking hell Logan. Why wouldn’t I be loyal to you? You fiucking raised me, who else would I be loyal to if not my father figure?!”
‘Patton, Janus, literally anyone else.’
“Oh ye of little fucking faith,” Virgil growls, stalking forwards, arms crossed, “You’re lucky I know you’re just wallowing in emotions for once in your life, or I’df have a real fucking problem with the fact that you don’t seem to get that you matter.”
Silence, Roman watches the scene tensley.
“Logan,” Virgil sighs, “Please. You matter a lot, to me, to the others. Just- let us help you.”
Logan raises an eyebrow, thinking, prompting Virgil to explain.
“That’s going to be a second, I’ll get the others Logan.” Virgil sighs, setting a hand on Logan’s shoulder, “But seriously, I really don’t say it enough, thank you. You helped me become who I am or whatever. Yo matter.”
“Aw,” Roman coos, teasingly.
“Shut up Princey, tell anyone and i”ll gut you.”
‘You will not.’ Logan chastises via sign Language.
