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I walked into the med room looking for the goddess.
I saw her lying on the bed with Jean busying around her. I watched as Jean inserted a needle into Ororo’s arm. The weather witch fliched and turned her head, her eyes locking with mine.
Jean moved out the way and I walked over. I noticed she was tired.
“Hey Roro. You okay?” Okay, that’s a dumb thing to ask her.
She nodded her head before yawning.
I pulled the blanket over her and kissed her forehead.
Taking a look at her, I noticed she was asleep.
Leaving the room, I let her rest.

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That night my mind couldn’t rest.
Horrifying images clouded my dreams, torturing me whilst I slept.
Images of men, working around me with liquid metal; images of Ororo, lying on the floor, covered in blood; images of Rogue’s face when I stabbed her through the chest.
Suddenly, I shot up. Someone had been shaking me.
As my eyes ajusted to the darkness of the room, I glanced at the person who had awoken me.
It was Ro.
“Logan, what was going on? Are you okay?”
I smiled at her.
“Roro, I’m fine, what about you?”
She sat down next to me on the bed.
“I’m alright. Jean said it’s nearly healed. Apparently I pulled something today and made it bleed. A little too much though.” She let out a small laugh.
“I like that.” What was I saying?
Ororo looked at me, puzzled.
“What?”
I smiled.
“Hearing you laugh. It’s nice.” God, I sound like an idiot.
Pulling her closer, our lips met.
As we pulled away she sighed.
“Wow.”
“I love ya Ro. Don’t forget it.”





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