Bare Bones:
Logan breathed slowly through the pain of his arm healing. His eyes tuned to the girl, who was leaned closely toward him, examining the yellow trim on his uniform, blood running own her forearm from where she’d cut herself on his claw. Why hadn’t she cried out? Why hadn’t she said anything?
He reached out and plucked her cut hand from his uniform. She ignored him and continued with her right hand, picking and pulling at the trim with her fingers.
“You cut yourself.” He said with a scowl. She brought her bright gaze to his briefly.
“Doesn’t hurt.” She shrugged, giving it little thought.
“Listen Ki-“ Logan stopped, remembering the look on her face when she’d told him her name. “Marie, listen to me.” He reached out and snagged the sheet from her cot. He tore a long strip from it as he spoke.
“We’re gonna get out of here, and it’s gonna be dangerous. But I can’t take you with me if you can’t listen to me. This is important. You have to do what I tell you.” He finished tying the makeshift bandage and looked up at her. She studied him intently for a moment.
“Give me the ribbon.” He sighed and cut a long line of it from where it adorned his shoulder and held out hope that he’d still be in the leathers when the X-Men found him. He placed the trim in the flat of her hand and watched as she gingerly and carefully wrapped her fingers around the prize.
Then she looked him square in the eyes and told him all about her plan.
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