[ Dully, it occurs to him Scott's freaking out. It also occurs to him that Scott is holding a wet chunk of meat, which. What? What the hell is that, where'd he get that? Somehow, Logan doesn't put together that it was once attached to him, but it doesn't matter 'cause he can see that Scott's fine. In one piece.
Great. At least one of them is.
Well, he's starting to be, too. Mostly. Give him...he doesn't know how long, but something squelches in his chest cavity where his lungs are, and when he hacks up another mouthful of blood, he can finally breathe again. It's the main thing he needs to get back on his feet. Or, tries to. Thoughtless, he grabs onto Scott's arm, the nearest sturdy object in reach. His fingers slip against what his sluggish consciousness registers as mud but definitely isn't. ]
I don't know. [ He hasn't got any answers for Scott, but he's no stranger to being chased by an unstoppable machine or entity or whatever that is. He's not gonna waste his time wondering. With a grunt, he hauls himself upright, probably relies more on Scott's help than he wants to admit. Kinda feels like a fresh pile of hot coals made themselves at home inside him. ] Just keep moving.
[ They just gotta get to the road. Right? Pretty sure that's what they were doing before all of him squirted out onto the ground like somebody jumping on a goddamn juice box. Survival instincts trump pride any day; he slings an arm over Scott's shoulder and stumbles forward. Every step he's healing, but it's not as easy as that. Still takes a fucking lot out of him. Adrenaline only keeps him afloat for so long, and he's gotten real good at telling when it's about to run out. ]
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Great. At least one of them is.
Well, he's starting to be, too. Mostly. Give him...he doesn't know how long, but something squelches in his chest cavity where his lungs are, and when he hacks up another mouthful of blood, he can finally breathe again. It's the main thing he needs to get back on his feet. Or, tries to. Thoughtless, he grabs onto Scott's arm, the nearest sturdy object in reach. His fingers slip against what his sluggish consciousness registers as mud but definitely isn't. ]
I don't know. [ He hasn't got any answers for Scott, but he's no stranger to being chased by an unstoppable machine or entity or whatever that is. He's not gonna waste his time wondering. With a grunt, he hauls himself upright, probably relies more on Scott's help than he wants to admit. Kinda feels like a fresh pile of hot coals made themselves at home inside him. ] Just keep moving.
[ They just gotta get to the road. Right? Pretty sure that's what they were doing before all of him squirted out onto the ground like somebody jumping on a goddamn juice box. Survival instincts trump pride any day; he slings an arm over Scott's shoulder and stumbles forward. Every step he's healing, but it's not as easy as that. Still takes a fucking lot out of him. Adrenaline only keeps him afloat for so long, and he's gotten real good at telling when it's about to run out. ]