Remieverse- in a hotelroom

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Rage, brought on by a night of remourseful drinking, coursed through Logan's veins as he snarled, chucking the hotel room's last vase at the wall near his shadow, the woman was always following him, always there, always quiet.

"&*#$ you!" he thundered, approaching her, blood in his eyes. There wasn't even a glimmer of Remie in this woman, not a life-filled, joyus, loud Cajun bone in her body, and he was sick of it.

He raised his clawed fists, mind gonig blank but for the picture this woman couldn't fill, snarling as he finally cornered the only one to duck out during his temper tantrums and imediatly return.

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He instinctively began to rumble softly in his chest the hand on her arm squeezing it gently as he went down the hotel elevator, then out of the hotel, looking up and down the streets before looking to a man who passed by.

"Hey, where's the hostpital?" he said, still holding his girl protectively.

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"About five blocks that way." The lanky young guy pointed, his bony face creasing in concern. "What happened? Do you want me to call 911?"

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"No, I got her," Logan rumbled, turning and walking away without another word, looking down at her. "Y' know, yer tough when ya feel like it. Just hang in there fer a little longer, I'll get ya patched."