Logan's pov
Jumping up off the floor I slid my claws out.
Pulling Ororo away, I started fighting with Sabretooth.
“Ro, run and get somone darlin’.”
She looked at me, then ran out the room.
Jean’s gonna kill me for telling her to run.
Ororo's pov
I ran down the hall ignoring the shooting pain in my stomach. I had to find someone.
Looking at my stomach I noticed blood seeping through my shirt.
Crap.
Throwing open the door to the Professor’s office, I ran in, gasping for breath.
I said the words “Sabretooth. My room. Logan...” before everything went black.
Logan's pov
Fighting Sabretooth isn’t easy. Infact it bloody hurts.
A red beam shot through the room, smashing into him before any major damage could be done though.
I looked up, expecting to see Storm.
She wasn’t there.
Cyclops came over.
“Logan? What...”
“Where’s Storm?” I growled.
“Logan...”
“Where is she?”
He sighed. Something’s wrong, I know it.
“She’s in the med room. She collapsed in the Professor’s office.”
I knew it.
I shouldn’t have asked her to run.
She was almost better.
Silently I left the room, heading to the elevator that would take me down there.
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