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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"(Nah. I can do it with one,)" he said, carefully attaching the wires so that nothing was revealed, and withdrawing his hand quickly.

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She looked at him quizzically as the doctor handed him something else and mimed putting it under her nose and over her ears, but her senses were fading again, the things that the medicine called up coming more thickly.

With a tiny sound of discomfort, her eyes slipped shut and she went limp but for the grip on Logan's hand.

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Logan did so, then quickly put her clothes back together, tucking her under the medicle blankets and then frowning at her hand on his, though he left it.

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"Methinks the lady was not your own choice," rumbled the doctor gently, once more in his furry blue form.

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Logan looked up, glaring. Then he looked back down.

"Wasn't any f'r her, either. Least she has the decency t' stick by her vows."