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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"My stars and garters, man." The doctor looked at him with disbelief. "What folly moved you to bring her here?"

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"I had t' come. Got a woman dependin' on me, n' she don't even know it. This one here refused t' be left behind," he growled. "Couldn't get her ta stay."

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Dr. McCoy shook his head with a sigh. "She should be safe here. Tis a private room somewhat away from the others, as I prefer for feral patients or family members. And I myself am immune to virus and other contagions."

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"Well tell yer staff t' steer clear. I ain't promisin' not ta hurt anyone comin' in here smellin' sick," he growled.