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Title: Time Well Spent 4/?
Author: cannedtuna93
Characters/Pairings: Logan/Veronica, mentions of the Fitzpatricks, Duncan
Word Count: 2,561
Rating: NC-17 eventually, R for now (for swearing)
Spoilers: Through the beginning of 2x08. It goes AU during the scene at the River Styx.
Summary: So here’s the problem: she’s locked in the basement of the River Styx. And that’s not even the worst part.
Warnings: Sex and snark!
Disclaimer: I’m not Rob Thomas, just a silly girl obsessed with Logan Echolls. Wish the characters belonged to me, but unfortunately they do not.
Notes: Longtime lurker, first time poster. Concrit welcome. I couldn’t get this story out of my head and decided to get off my butt and write. Let me know what you think! Also, I have no idea what I’m doing.
Sorry for not posting when I said I would. :) I wanted to have this done yesterday, but I was sick (allergies). Also, there’s some Irish bashing in this chapter. I have nothing against the Irish, especially considering I’m half Irish.
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“Well I’m glad you guys made yourselves comfortable. We like our guests to enjoy their last few moments,” Liam sneered. He started kicking boxes around the room and throwing beer bottles against the wall. Glass shattering around them, Logan pushed Veronica to the side, away from the chaos. He helped her stand up, edging himself in front of her.
Danny started chuckling in the corner. “By the way, you’ll need to reimburse us for all the beer you drank.”
Logan looked between the two men. He wasn’t sure if he should bargain with them or taunt them with his usual brand of snark.
Snark won out in the end.
“Gee, there wasn’t much else to do but drink, considering you guys left us down here for…” Logan took a moment to look at his watch, “nearly eight hours.” He stepped towards Liam and patted him on the shoulder. “Sorry, I was feeling a bit peckish.”
Liam repeated Logan’s gesture. “No problem. The Irish are nothing but givers.”
And then he dislocated his shoulder.
Logan cried out and fell to his knees as Veronica rushed to his side. Liam peered down at the pair, a sadistic look in his eyes. “Like I said, us Irish love to give.”
Veronica grabbed Logan’s good hand and slowly looked up at Liam. “What the fuck do you want from us?” She had had about enough of these Irish fuckers.
Liam shook his head and looked over at Danny, who was watching his muscles move as he flexed his arm. “I just wanted to get drunk and play pool.” Liam looked back at Veronica, crouching down to her level. “But then little miss Nancy Drew had to waltz in and start probing for answers.”
Danny was momentarily distracted from his muscles. “I know there’s some probing I’d like to do,” he said as he winked at Veronica.
Liam continued on. “I just wanted to grant your wish.”
“Fine, let us go.”
Liam apparently found that extremely funny and fell back on his butt. He glanced over at Danny, who started laughing despite not understanding the joke. “I meant your wish to have plastic surgery.”
“Take care of her boobs,” Danny chimed in.
Veronica just sat there, petrified. She looked at Logan, who was going in and out of consciousness. His eyes were drooping and he appeared to be in a daze. Unable to come up with any alternatives, Veronica relented.
“Fine, you can have me.”
Liam smiled and yanked her toward him, forcing Veronica to release Logan’s hand.
“But you have to let him go.”
Her last statement appeared to wake up Logan, who attempted to stand up. “No, Veronica, don’t do this!”
Veronica looked back at Logan, whose arm flopped at an awkward angle. “Logan, shut up.”
The turn of events seemed to have excited Danny. “Can I have her first?”
Logan began staggering toward Liam and Veronica. “Veronica, get away from him!”
Veronica turned her head towards him. Despite his injury, Logan’s eyes were full of anger, determination and one other thing: hope. Unfortunately, Liam took this moment to pull his gun out and aim it at Logan.
“I’m getting a little sick of this hero bullshit,” Liam taunted.
Veronica peered up at Liam. “And I’m fucking sick of you,” she said and proceeded to knee him in the balls. A swift kick to the shins and Liam fell toward the floor, but not before a shot rang out.
Everyone in the room ducked down. The basement was eerily quiet as the group of four paused to catch their bearings. Veronica looked at Liam, whose attention was focused solely on the gun in front of him. Quickly, she pushed it beyond his reach and gave him a hard kick to his head.
Logan reached out for the gun and slowly stood up, aiming it at the two Irishmen. “Veronica, it’s time to leave.”
She rushed to his side, helping him toward the basement stairs. Liam remained prone on the floor, while Danny was crouched in the corner with his hands over his head. Walking up the steps backwards proved to be harder than Veronica had originally thought. Logan held the gun steady as they proceeded to the top of the stairs and out towards the main bar area.
They could hear the raucous sounds of drunken men arguing and equally intoxicated women laughing obnoxiously as Veronica led Logan along the hall. A quiet murmur spread over the crowd as the couple passed between the pool tables to the exit.
Logan continued to walk backwards, gun aimed and ready to shoot at anyone who left the bar. He remained that way until they passed Danny’s house and arrived at his vehicle, when he finally dropped his arm. Veronica had never been so happy to see Logan’s hideous X-Terra as she propped him against it.
The happiness didn’t last long as she remembered something. “We don’t have keys. Or cell phones.”
Fucking shit. She wasn’t allowed one moment to feel grateful for being alive.
“Veronica,” Logan said weakly.
It always ended up like this. She seemed to be in the clear, and then it got worse.
“Veronica…”
Why couldn’t things just go her way for once in awhile?
“Veronica!”
She snapped back to reality and looked over at Logan. “What?”
“I’ve been shot.”
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“Fuck.”
Veronica rushed over to Logan and took his hand off the wound in his thigh. She took her jacket off and tied it around the bleeding injury. “And this was my favorite jacket.”
Logan looked down at her and smiled. Maybe it was because of the intense pain coursing through his body, but he thought Veronica was particularly radiant at that moment.
Veronica was applying pressure to his thigh when she heard shouts coming from behind her. “I think we have an entourage.”
When Logan didn’t respond, Veronica looked up at him. Either he was really happy or really out of it. She supposed it was the latter.
“Logan, they’re coming for us.”
He straightened up and started shuffling forward. “We need somewhere to hide.”
Veronica put her arm around his waist and moved them as quickly as possible down the sidewalk. The shouting seemed to be getting louder and she knew they didn’t have much time. She turned into an alley and guided him toward a dumpster.
“We can hide in here for awhile,” she said as she leaned him against the structure and began lifting the top. She scooted some trashcans over and helped him step up onto them to reach the dumpster opening.
Unfortunately, Logan was quickly becoming incapacitated and was unable to lift himself the rest of the way into the offending structure.
Veronica had one option left. Using her knees for leverage, she put her hands on his butt and pushed him head-first into the dumpster. There was a loud thump and some trash spewed out as he crashed into the mix of lettuce, diapers and god knows what.
“Ow,” was all he muttered.
She climbed the rest of the way in and closed the lid on top of them. Once it was completely dark, Veronica maneuvered her way down, trying to find Logan with her hands. When she felt something resembling a human, she paused to make sure it was him and not some left over body parts the Fitzpatricks had tossed away.
“First you squeeze my butt, and now you’re feeling my pecks,” Logan murmured. “I don’t like being violated.”
Reluctantly, Veronica pulled her hands away from his chest. “Sorry about that. I didn’t know where else we could hide.”
“Honestly, this dumpster is the least of my problems.”
She didn’t know what to say to that. Somehow they had gone from bickering in the X-Terra on the way to Danny’s house, to being neck-deep in garbage. And now Logan was suffering from a dislocated shoulder and a bullet to the thigh.
“This is going to sound really lame, but hang in there.” Veronica wasn’t sure what to do from here. They couldn’t wait too long or else Logan would bleed to death.
They continued to sit, trying not to breath in the horrendous smells coursing through the stifled air. Minutes passed and neither said a word.
It was hard to say how either of them felt. The day had taken a toll on both of them. Despite the intensity of his injuries, Logan was strangely satisfied with the outcome of the previous hours. He hadn’t spent this much time with Veronica since summer and he was savoring every moment of it, even as they sat in a dumpster together.
“So what exactly happened back there?” Logan asked, trepidation evident in his voice.
Veronica expelled the air she had been holding in. “We kicked some Irish ass and nearly got killed in the process.”
“I meant before Liam interrupted us.”
“You want to talk about this now?”
“It seems as good a time as any.”
She felt what she assumed was his hand on her thigh. “Logan, lets not complicate things.” She attempted to remove his hand, but she couldn’t get to it through all the trash.
Logan, on the other hand, was beginning to get annoyed with Veronica’s evasiveness. “Things have always been complicated between us.”
She gave up on finding his hand. “Would you please remove your hand from my thigh?”
“What’re you talking about?”
“Your hand. It’s on me and I’d like for it to be gone.”
“Veronica, I’m not touching you.”
“What?”
“I’ve been a good boy and kept my hands to myself.”
At that point she went into freak mode. “What the hell is on me?! Get it off! Get it off!” She thrashed around wildly and ended up banging her head on the metal lid.
She opened the dumpster and jumped out of it, making sure to check herself for rats or body parts or whatever was on her.
Logan remained inside with the trash. “Umm, could I have some help?”
Veronica finally calmed down enough to help him out of the dumpster gingerly. She leaned him against the brick wall and looked around the corner to check for any signs of the Fitzpatricks.
She returned to find him hunched over, face twisted in pain. “You need to get to a hospital. We’ll have to walk.”
He groaned when she helped him up, putting her arm around his waist. They made it out to the sidewalk and began walking the two miles to the nearest hospital. Logan tried not to lean against Veronica too much; he didn’t want to draw any attention to them from passing cars.
Logan and Veronica edged along in silence, focusing all their energy on the long walk ahead of them. They made it about a block when Veronica noticed they were being followed.
The van slowed down but didn’t stop. Both of them turned their faces away so as not to be recognized.
“Woh, is that you Veronica?”
She slowed down. The voice was strangely familiar. No… it couldn’t be him.
“Veronica? That has to be you! I could pick a hottie like you out of a crowd. But, uhh, you’re not exactly in a crowd right now. Hey, is that Logan Echolls?”
Veronica stopped and turned herself and Logan around.
“Corny?”
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As the van zoomed down the road toward the hospital, Veronica was worried they would crash and die.
“Thanks again for the ride Corny.”
“No prob, Veronica,” Corny said as he screeched around a corner. “I was on my way to Taco Bell. Late night munchies and all.”
Logan groaned as Corny made a curb-check and bounced back onto the road. “Dude, are you all right?” Corny asked, genuinely concerned.
“He’ll be fine,” Veronica said quickly. “There was a dog…he was rabid.”
Corny turned his head to look at Logan, taking his eyes off the road for a good thirty seconds. “Wow, man, he’s like bleeding all over the place.”
Veronica took hold of the wheel and eventually Corny turned around. “You guys must’ve been attacked by the second coming of Cujo or something.”
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She sat in the waiting room, tapping her foot impatiently. The conversation with her father over the phone had been strained, at best. She told him she had been studying with Mac all night and was too tired to drive home. Of course, she knew he didn’t buy that story and would probably ream her when she eventually returned home.
After putting Logan’s arm back in place, the doctor had examined his thigh wound. Apparently the bullet had gone right through his thigh and wouldn’t be too hard to mend.
That had been thirty-five minutes ago. Did it really take this long to wrap up his thigh? She was convinced there must have been a complication. What if he could never use his right leg again?
She marched over to the nearest nurse. “Do you know if Logan Echolls is almost done?”
The nurse, Patty was her name, gave Veronica an impatient look. “Miss, you need to sit down. Your boyfriend will be out soon enough.” She turned to walk away, but Veronica stepped in front of her.
“Look Patty,” she enunciated, “He’s been in there too long. I need to see him.”
Patty looked very pissed off and was about to respond when Logan came into the room on crutches, a doctor following behind him.
“Sorry, Veronica has a history of harassing nurses,” he said apologetically to Patty. The nurse just blushed and shrugged it off.
Ignoring the barb, Veronica rushed to the doctor’s side. “So what’s the verdict?”
Doctor Stevens smiled and handed Logan’s pants to her. “His shoulder is fine. He should change the dressings every day and come back in a week for an evaluation.”
“Thanks doc, I think we’ve got it from here,” Logan said as he moved toward the elevator.
Veronica thanked Doctor Stevens and then entered the elevator with Logan. She glanced down at his new attire.
“Nice scrubs.”
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The cab ride took five minutes. They entered the Neptune Grand at 3:47 am to find Duncan passed out on the couch. He was roused from sleep and saw Veronica helping Logan to his room.
“Where have you guys been? What happened?” Duncan said sleepily, following behind them.
“Rabid dog,” they both said at the same time.
He simply nodded and helped Logan get situated in his room. “Are you staying here tonight Veronica?” Duncan asked hopefully.
“Yeah, I’ll be right in.” Veronica said absentmindedly.
After Duncan left the room, she helped Logan take his shirt off and tucked him into bed.
“Thanks mother,” Logan said with a smirk.
Veronica just gave him a dirty look and shut off the light. “You need anything else?”
Logan paused and stared at her. “Thank you, for everything.”
Veronica grew uncomfortable under his intense gaze. “It’s nothing.” She was about to get up and leave when he grabbed her hand.
“Seriously, I wouldn’t have made it through tonight without you,” he said sincerely.
“Same here,” she said squeezing his hand. She wasn’t sure how to end this. After such a long night, it was weird to leave him.
“Well, you better go,” Logan said. “Duncan’s waiting for you.”
She pulled her hand away and got up from the bed. She could feel his eyes on her back as she left the room.
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So, for the sake of the story, let’s just pretend Duncan learns about Meg’s pregnancy later on. Also, not sure how bullet wounds are treated or what the procedure is for that, but I guessed.
One other teensy thing: I’m going on vacation tomorrow, so I won’t be able to post the next chapter probably until next Wednesday. I tried to make this chapter longer to sustain you guys.
Remember, comments feed the soul!
Author: cannedtuna93
Characters/Pairings: Logan/Veronica, mentions of the Fitzpatricks, Duncan
Word Count: 2,561
Rating: NC-17 eventually, R for now (for swearing)
Spoilers: Through the beginning of 2x08. It goes AU during the scene at the River Styx.
Summary: So here’s the problem: she’s locked in the basement of the River Styx. And that’s not even the worst part.
Warnings: Sex and snark!
Disclaimer: I’m not Rob Thomas, just a silly girl obsessed with Logan Echolls. Wish the characters belonged to me, but unfortunately they do not.
Notes: Longtime lurker, first time poster. Concrit welcome. I couldn’t get this story out of my head and decided to get off my butt and write. Let me know what you think! Also, I have no idea what I’m doing.
Sorry for not posting when I said I would. :) I wanted to have this done yesterday, but I was sick (allergies). Also, there’s some Irish bashing in this chapter. I have nothing against the Irish, especially considering I’m half Irish.
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“Well I’m glad you guys made yourselves comfortable. We like our guests to enjoy their last few moments,” Liam sneered. He started kicking boxes around the room and throwing beer bottles against the wall. Glass shattering around them, Logan pushed Veronica to the side, away from the chaos. He helped her stand up, edging himself in front of her.
Danny started chuckling in the corner. “By the way, you’ll need to reimburse us for all the beer you drank.”
Logan looked between the two men. He wasn’t sure if he should bargain with them or taunt them with his usual brand of snark.
Snark won out in the end.
“Gee, there wasn’t much else to do but drink, considering you guys left us down here for…” Logan took a moment to look at his watch, “nearly eight hours.” He stepped towards Liam and patted him on the shoulder. “Sorry, I was feeling a bit peckish.”
Liam repeated Logan’s gesture. “No problem. The Irish are nothing but givers.”
And then he dislocated his shoulder.
Logan cried out and fell to his knees as Veronica rushed to his side. Liam peered down at the pair, a sadistic look in his eyes. “Like I said, us Irish love to give.”
Veronica grabbed Logan’s good hand and slowly looked up at Liam. “What the fuck do you want from us?” She had had about enough of these Irish fuckers.
Liam shook his head and looked over at Danny, who was watching his muscles move as he flexed his arm. “I just wanted to get drunk and play pool.” Liam looked back at Veronica, crouching down to her level. “But then little miss Nancy Drew had to waltz in and start probing for answers.”
Danny was momentarily distracted from his muscles. “I know there’s some probing I’d like to do,” he said as he winked at Veronica.
Liam continued on. “I just wanted to grant your wish.”
“Fine, let us go.”
Liam apparently found that extremely funny and fell back on his butt. He glanced over at Danny, who started laughing despite not understanding the joke. “I meant your wish to have plastic surgery.”
“Take care of her boobs,” Danny chimed in.
Veronica just sat there, petrified. She looked at Logan, who was going in and out of consciousness. His eyes were drooping and he appeared to be in a daze. Unable to come up with any alternatives, Veronica relented.
“Fine, you can have me.”
Liam smiled and yanked her toward him, forcing Veronica to release Logan’s hand.
“But you have to let him go.”
Her last statement appeared to wake up Logan, who attempted to stand up. “No, Veronica, don’t do this!”
Veronica looked back at Logan, whose arm flopped at an awkward angle. “Logan, shut up.”
The turn of events seemed to have excited Danny. “Can I have her first?”
Logan began staggering toward Liam and Veronica. “Veronica, get away from him!”
Veronica turned her head towards him. Despite his injury, Logan’s eyes were full of anger, determination and one other thing: hope. Unfortunately, Liam took this moment to pull his gun out and aim it at Logan.
“I’m getting a little sick of this hero bullshit,” Liam taunted.
Veronica peered up at Liam. “And I’m fucking sick of you,” she said and proceeded to knee him in the balls. A swift kick to the shins and Liam fell toward the floor, but not before a shot rang out.
Everyone in the room ducked down. The basement was eerily quiet as the group of four paused to catch their bearings. Veronica looked at Liam, whose attention was focused solely on the gun in front of him. Quickly, she pushed it beyond his reach and gave him a hard kick to his head.
Logan reached out for the gun and slowly stood up, aiming it at the two Irishmen. “Veronica, it’s time to leave.”
She rushed to his side, helping him toward the basement stairs. Liam remained prone on the floor, while Danny was crouched in the corner with his hands over his head. Walking up the steps backwards proved to be harder than Veronica had originally thought. Logan held the gun steady as they proceeded to the top of the stairs and out towards the main bar area.
They could hear the raucous sounds of drunken men arguing and equally intoxicated women laughing obnoxiously as Veronica led Logan along the hall. A quiet murmur spread over the crowd as the couple passed between the pool tables to the exit.
Logan continued to walk backwards, gun aimed and ready to shoot at anyone who left the bar. He remained that way until they passed Danny’s house and arrived at his vehicle, when he finally dropped his arm. Veronica had never been so happy to see Logan’s hideous X-Terra as she propped him against it.
The happiness didn’t last long as she remembered something. “We don’t have keys. Or cell phones.”
Fucking shit. She wasn’t allowed one moment to feel grateful for being alive.
“Veronica,” Logan said weakly.
It always ended up like this. She seemed to be in the clear, and then it got worse.
“Veronica…”
Why couldn’t things just go her way for once in awhile?
“Veronica!”
She snapped back to reality and looked over at Logan. “What?”
“I’ve been shot.”
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“Fuck.”
Veronica rushed over to Logan and took his hand off the wound in his thigh. She took her jacket off and tied it around the bleeding injury. “And this was my favorite jacket.”
Logan looked down at her and smiled. Maybe it was because of the intense pain coursing through his body, but he thought Veronica was particularly radiant at that moment.
Veronica was applying pressure to his thigh when she heard shouts coming from behind her. “I think we have an entourage.”
When Logan didn’t respond, Veronica looked up at him. Either he was really happy or really out of it. She supposed it was the latter.
“Logan, they’re coming for us.”
He straightened up and started shuffling forward. “We need somewhere to hide.”
Veronica put her arm around his waist and moved them as quickly as possible down the sidewalk. The shouting seemed to be getting louder and she knew they didn’t have much time. She turned into an alley and guided him toward a dumpster.
“We can hide in here for awhile,” she said as she leaned him against the structure and began lifting the top. She scooted some trashcans over and helped him step up onto them to reach the dumpster opening.
Unfortunately, Logan was quickly becoming incapacitated and was unable to lift himself the rest of the way into the offending structure.
Veronica had one option left. Using her knees for leverage, she put her hands on his butt and pushed him head-first into the dumpster. There was a loud thump and some trash spewed out as he crashed into the mix of lettuce, diapers and god knows what.
“Ow,” was all he muttered.
She climbed the rest of the way in and closed the lid on top of them. Once it was completely dark, Veronica maneuvered her way down, trying to find Logan with her hands. When she felt something resembling a human, she paused to make sure it was him and not some left over body parts the Fitzpatricks had tossed away.
“First you squeeze my butt, and now you’re feeling my pecks,” Logan murmured. “I don’t like being violated.”
Reluctantly, Veronica pulled her hands away from his chest. “Sorry about that. I didn’t know where else we could hide.”
“Honestly, this dumpster is the least of my problems.”
She didn’t know what to say to that. Somehow they had gone from bickering in the X-Terra on the way to Danny’s house, to being neck-deep in garbage. And now Logan was suffering from a dislocated shoulder and a bullet to the thigh.
“This is going to sound really lame, but hang in there.” Veronica wasn’t sure what to do from here. They couldn’t wait too long or else Logan would bleed to death.
They continued to sit, trying not to breath in the horrendous smells coursing through the stifled air. Minutes passed and neither said a word.
It was hard to say how either of them felt. The day had taken a toll on both of them. Despite the intensity of his injuries, Logan was strangely satisfied with the outcome of the previous hours. He hadn’t spent this much time with Veronica since summer and he was savoring every moment of it, even as they sat in a dumpster together.
“So what exactly happened back there?” Logan asked, trepidation evident in his voice.
Veronica expelled the air she had been holding in. “We kicked some Irish ass and nearly got killed in the process.”
“I meant before Liam interrupted us.”
“You want to talk about this now?”
“It seems as good a time as any.”
She felt what she assumed was his hand on her thigh. “Logan, lets not complicate things.” She attempted to remove his hand, but she couldn’t get to it through all the trash.
Logan, on the other hand, was beginning to get annoyed with Veronica’s evasiveness. “Things have always been complicated between us.”
She gave up on finding his hand. “Would you please remove your hand from my thigh?”
“What’re you talking about?”
“Your hand. It’s on me and I’d like for it to be gone.”
“Veronica, I’m not touching you.”
“What?”
“I’ve been a good boy and kept my hands to myself.”
At that point she went into freak mode. “What the hell is on me?! Get it off! Get it off!” She thrashed around wildly and ended up banging her head on the metal lid.
She opened the dumpster and jumped out of it, making sure to check herself for rats or body parts or whatever was on her.
Logan remained inside with the trash. “Umm, could I have some help?”
Veronica finally calmed down enough to help him out of the dumpster gingerly. She leaned him against the brick wall and looked around the corner to check for any signs of the Fitzpatricks.
She returned to find him hunched over, face twisted in pain. “You need to get to a hospital. We’ll have to walk.”
He groaned when she helped him up, putting her arm around his waist. They made it out to the sidewalk and began walking the two miles to the nearest hospital. Logan tried not to lean against Veronica too much; he didn’t want to draw any attention to them from passing cars.
Logan and Veronica edged along in silence, focusing all their energy on the long walk ahead of them. They made it about a block when Veronica noticed they were being followed.
The van slowed down but didn’t stop. Both of them turned their faces away so as not to be recognized.
“Woh, is that you Veronica?”
She slowed down. The voice was strangely familiar. No… it couldn’t be him.
“Veronica? That has to be you! I could pick a hottie like you out of a crowd. But, uhh, you’re not exactly in a crowd right now. Hey, is that Logan Echolls?”
Veronica stopped and turned herself and Logan around.
“Corny?”
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As the van zoomed down the road toward the hospital, Veronica was worried they would crash and die.
“Thanks again for the ride Corny.”
“No prob, Veronica,” Corny said as he screeched around a corner. “I was on my way to Taco Bell. Late night munchies and all.”
Logan groaned as Corny made a curb-check and bounced back onto the road. “Dude, are you all right?” Corny asked, genuinely concerned.
“He’ll be fine,” Veronica said quickly. “There was a dog…he was rabid.”
Corny turned his head to look at Logan, taking his eyes off the road for a good thirty seconds. “Wow, man, he’s like bleeding all over the place.”
Veronica took hold of the wheel and eventually Corny turned around. “You guys must’ve been attacked by the second coming of Cujo or something.”
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She sat in the waiting room, tapping her foot impatiently. The conversation with her father over the phone had been strained, at best. She told him she had been studying with Mac all night and was too tired to drive home. Of course, she knew he didn’t buy that story and would probably ream her when she eventually returned home.
After putting Logan’s arm back in place, the doctor had examined his thigh wound. Apparently the bullet had gone right through his thigh and wouldn’t be too hard to mend.
That had been thirty-five minutes ago. Did it really take this long to wrap up his thigh? She was convinced there must have been a complication. What if he could never use his right leg again?
She marched over to the nearest nurse. “Do you know if Logan Echolls is almost done?”
The nurse, Patty was her name, gave Veronica an impatient look. “Miss, you need to sit down. Your boyfriend will be out soon enough.” She turned to walk away, but Veronica stepped in front of her.
“Look Patty,” she enunciated, “He’s been in there too long. I need to see him.”
Patty looked very pissed off and was about to respond when Logan came into the room on crutches, a doctor following behind him.
“Sorry, Veronica has a history of harassing nurses,” he said apologetically to Patty. The nurse just blushed and shrugged it off.
Ignoring the barb, Veronica rushed to the doctor’s side. “So what’s the verdict?”
Doctor Stevens smiled and handed Logan’s pants to her. “His shoulder is fine. He should change the dressings every day and come back in a week for an evaluation.”
“Thanks doc, I think we’ve got it from here,” Logan said as he moved toward the elevator.
Veronica thanked Doctor Stevens and then entered the elevator with Logan. She glanced down at his new attire.
“Nice scrubs.”
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The cab ride took five minutes. They entered the Neptune Grand at 3:47 am to find Duncan passed out on the couch. He was roused from sleep and saw Veronica helping Logan to his room.
“Where have you guys been? What happened?” Duncan said sleepily, following behind them.
“Rabid dog,” they both said at the same time.
He simply nodded and helped Logan get situated in his room. “Are you staying here tonight Veronica?” Duncan asked hopefully.
“Yeah, I’ll be right in.” Veronica said absentmindedly.
After Duncan left the room, she helped Logan take his shirt off and tucked him into bed.
“Thanks mother,” Logan said with a smirk.
Veronica just gave him a dirty look and shut off the light. “You need anything else?”
Logan paused and stared at her. “Thank you, for everything.”
Veronica grew uncomfortable under his intense gaze. “It’s nothing.” She was about to get up and leave when he grabbed her hand.
“Seriously, I wouldn’t have made it through tonight without you,” he said sincerely.
“Same here,” she said squeezing his hand. She wasn’t sure how to end this. After such a long night, it was weird to leave him.
“Well, you better go,” Logan said. “Duncan’s waiting for you.”
She pulled her hand away and got up from the bed. She could feel his eyes on her back as she left the room.
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So, for the sake of the story, let’s just pretend Duncan learns about Meg’s pregnancy later on. Also, not sure how bullet wounds are treated or what the procedure is for that, but I guessed.
One other teensy thing: I’m going on vacation tomorrow, so I won’t be able to post the next chapter probably until next Wednesday. I tried to make this chapter longer to sustain you guys.
Remember, comments feed the soul!
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