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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"I'll be #$^@#@, it was a damn kick!" he snarled.

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"A kick that shattered the small bones in her foot." The doctor looked down at the limb, which was wrapped in an elastic bandage to hold down the swelling. "We can't set those without surgery."

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Logan blinked, then looked at her, hurt reflecting in otherwise enraged eyes.

He studied her for a while, then look down and walked over.

"(Darlin'... it's bad,)" he rumbled, sitting by her, stroking her hair. "(They gotta do some serious healing to yer foot. Do ya trust me?)"

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She leaned against him, eyelids drooping. "(I trust you, husband.)"

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He nodded.

"(I'll look after ya,)" he said, stroking her cheek, then looking up at the doctor. "Ya do it, and ya do it right. Ya mess up, or she's got problems after, n' I'll be after ya, bub, don't doubt it."

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"Threatening people is a federal offense," said the tall man mildly. "Besides, you're threatening the wrong man. Doctor McCoy will be doing the job."

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He bared his teeth. "Then y' better go get, shouldn't ya, beanstalk?"