LOGAN
“How are your injuries?” Marilyn asked, she was standing beside my hospital bed and I glanced at the bandage on my left arm. The place I had been shot.
“I should be able to heal fully in the coming hours,” I responded and she nodded.
“Thank goodness you dodged at the last moment. Oliver told me the bullet could have struck your heart.”
“It will take more than a bullet to take me down.” I smirked and she smiled.
“How are the others?” I asked but then the door opened for my silver haired woman. Her left wrist was bandaged and her gray eyes alone did the talking of how worried she was.
“They’re recuperating well. I should take my leave now,” Marilyn mumbled and I hummed in response before she eased through the door.
“Hey.” I donned a tiny smile while Amy came to my bedside. She hugged me tightly while strands of her silver hair covered my face. I recalled how she had screamed when I had taken the bullet for her. She could have been the one in my position if I didn’t act q