The Call Pt 4/?
 

   Logan sighed and let go of Remy’s hand. He sat back in the chair and looked at the boy
laying on the bed. Hank removed the bandages from his eyes the day before. He said that everything looked okay but Remy hadn’t been conscious since he became ill a week before. His face and chest were still slightly bruised . There was a new scare on his abdomen from the surgery. His knee was now surrounded by a heavy brace. The bandage was removed from his left hand but the right was still in a cast. Tubes ran into his nose and arms. “ You’re a mess kid.” He got up and sat on the edge of the bed again “ But I’m right here with ya and I’m not goin’ anywhere until you come with me. I said I’d take care of you and I meant it darlin’ . However long this takes I’ll be here. “ Suddenly Remy took another deep breath and Logan watched as his eyes fluttered open. Pain washed across his face but he turned his head slightly and looked Logan right in the eyes.  Logan’s hand shook ever so slightly as he reached out and brushed the back of his hand across Remy’s cheek, “ Hey there darlin’ “ Logan whispered “ I’ve missed ya.”  He bent and gently kissed the young thief. Remy didn’t respond, just watched Logan. “ Not quite back yet, huh? “ He brushed back stringy hair “ that’s okay darlin, I’ll wait fer ya, take yer time.” He picked up Remy’s hand, he held it carefully because it was still bruised and Hank had just removed the stitches. He felt Remy try to squeeze it. “ That’s it darlin’, I’ll take anything you can give me. “ He bent and kissed Remy’s forehead. Remy took another deep breath and his eyes drifted shut, tears ran down to his ears. Logan tried not to panic, but he wasn’t ready to let Remy go again yet. “ Remy? Darlin, can you see me? “  The eyes fluttered open again, Logan watched as Remy tried to focus on his face.
“…oui…” his voice was a raspy whisper and Logan could plainly see that the effort had exhausted  the Cajun. The eyes closed again and more tears appeared. “ That’s okay kiddo, don’t talk. “ Logan knew he should get Hank but he couldn’t make himself move to get him. He just sat there brushing his fingers through the dark hair.
“… hap…pend…”
“ You got the shit kicked outta ya a week and a half ago. Damn FOH nearly beat ya to death. They gave ya a drug, made ya sicker’n  hell. Wasn’t sure… wasn’t sure ya’d make it. Yer gonna be okay though, just gotta clear the fog from yer head. You’ll be drivin’ Blue crazy in no time. “ He caressed Remy’s  cheek, the Cajun turned into the touch. Logan leaned over and rested his head on Remy’s chest. His young lover used all his remaining strength to rest his hand on the back of his head as Logan silently cried.
 
Hank spent the next three days bringing Remy back from the dead. Remy spent most of the time sleeping. He rarely spoke and the few moments a day he was awake he seemed to be confused, he  couldn’t get it through the fog that was his memory that he nearly died. Logan never left him, too afraid he would miss the short time he was awake. He had to be forced to leave to shower and change. The only reason he ate was because Jean and Ororo  brought him food and sat with him to make sure he did.

“ Good morning Remy, Logan , “  Hank called out the morning of the fourth day .
“morning “ very quiet, barely above a whisper. Hank stopped in the doorway, a huge grin spreading across his face. Remy was awake and alert, Logan sat by his side smiling.
“ And what a fine day it is going to be! “ Hank went through his morning ritual, checking Remy head to toe. “ Well young man, your fever is nearly gone and everything else seems to be healing nicely. Do your eyes still hurt? I couldn’t be sure how much damage that pepper spray did. “
“ Still burn some.” The eyes were still shut, proof of the statement .
“ I’ll keep rinsing them. I think I have some drops that may help also. “
“Merci. “
“ How is your back? You have several broken bones at the base of your spine. There is no spinal cord injury though I am very, very happy to say. Your knee on the other hand was severely injured. I have preformed all the surgery I can at this point. You will be walking with aid… when you do walk,… for a very long time. Until your hand is out of the cast and strong enough to support you I’m afraid you will be confined to a wheelchair. Remy shivered slightly, wheelchairs were for people who could never walk. He opened his eyes a slit and looked down his body to his left knee that was elevated on pillows and in a heavy brace. Logan caught the look and squeezed his hand, “I’ll help ya kiddo, You won’t be in the thing long, I promise. “ Remy opened his eyes further and stared into his lovers eyes. Logan wouldn’t lie to him. Logan promised. His eyes shut again, tears slowly running back to his ears, Logan wiped them away as Remy slowly lifted his hand to do it. His arms felt like lead. “ merci, mon amour. “
“anytime darlin‘ “  Logan felt bad for the kid. It was so much information to hear, and he was just now alert enough to comprehend  the severity of the beating he’d just barely lived through.
“  ‘m tired…”
“ Of course. Rest Remy. I’ll go get those drops for your eyes now. “ Remy just nodded. Logan brushed back the soft hair that covered his eyes, “ You must feel better now that this is washed.  He played with a curl that rested on the pillow beside Remy’s head. Don’t you worry ‘bout what Blue said, yer gonna be layed up fer a while, but you’ll be back on yer feet again.”
Hank returned and put the drops in Remy’s eyes, “ I hope that helps I’ll leave these with you Logan, apply them every three hours as needed. I am going to update your chart and the team. After you rest I am going to remove the catheter I want to get you moving around . The sooner we can get you up, the sooner you can escape my lab. “ Hank smiled down at the men then left them alone. Logan turned to say something to Remy but the Cajun was already asleep. He bent and kissed him softly then picked up the book he was reading to occupy himself during his lovers frequent naps.

A deep breath and a soft moan told Logan that Remy was waking again. He hated the fact that being awake meant being in pain for Remy. “ Hey kid,…have a good nap? “
“ Oui Cher, feelin’ better. Ribs don’ hurt no more. “ he winced, “ back sure does though. When can I get outta here Cher? Wanna be in my own bed, want you to lay down and hold me so close I get lost in ya.”
“ I want that too darlin’, then I’ll be sure yer okay. “
Hank entered the room and made Logan leave so he could remove the catheter. When Logan came back he waited until he was seated. “ Remy, Im going to try remove that Shi’ar device you’ve had strapped to your chest for the last week and a half. “
“Okay Henri “
“ If you feel any discomfort you will tell me at once. Is that understood young man? “
“Oui “
“ He does Hank. I want him outta here. He’ll be good, won’t ya darlin’? “
“ Anyt’ing for you Cher.”
They looked into each others eyes and Hank was once again amazed by the strength of the love  they had found. It had literally brought Remy back from the dead. He was sure of it. There was no other way to explain how Remy hung on those first few days he was sick. Nothing Hank did for him helped but Logan’s touch, his voice, his determination not to lose the young Cajun had.
“ Alright young man, just relax.” Hank pushed a button and the straps released. Remy looked into Logan’s eyes, never releasing his gaze. “ You okay Kid? “
“ ’m …fine. “
“ He’s lyin’ Hank, “ he could smell the pain coming from the kid. “ Let’s just watch a minute Logan, his heart has to get used to beating unaided. “ He watched anxiously as long minutes passed until finally the monitor showed a normal rhythm. “ Very good! Very good indeed. Remy, it is very important that you rest and stay calm, Your heart has been strained these past few weeks. It will take a while  before I’m sure there was no permanent damage.” The monitor beat out of rhythm just then as if to prove the point.” I will have to monitor you closely and there is medication you WILL take for a month or two.  Over all I am very pleased with the progress you’ve made today. Logan,… watch him. “
“ My pleasure Blue. “
Hank walked out of the room humming. “ Logan carefully sat on the bed, “ doin’ okay darlin’? “
“ Oui Cher, stop worryin’ “
“ Never “ he kissed Remy and the monitor sped up. Hank was in the doorway in a moment. “Logan, perhaps you should wait awhile before trying that again. “  Hank said wryly.
“  I’ll try Blue…” Logan smiled
“ Henri, you no fun. “ Remy added. Hank smiled and shook his head as he left again.
“ Looks like we gotta be good fer a while darlin’. “ Logan said, caressing his lovers arms. He lay one hand gently on his chest and felt the strong somewhat steady beat of his heart. Silently he thanked whatever God was  listening for letting this beautiful creature fall into his arms.
“ Non Cher, my heart needs the exercise. “ a small smile turned the pale face angelic.
“ Ha ha , nope. Not gonna risk it. “ Remy took a deep breath, it was so nice to breath without pain.  “ Need anything darlin’? “
“ Non, still tired but I don’ wanna sleep. Been sleepin’ all week. “ He paused then asked “ How’s  Stormy ?”
“ She’s fine. She came by while you were napping, she dropped off yer sunglasses. Thought they might help with yer eyes. Want me to get her for ya ? “
“ Non, only want you. “ His hand shook as he reached up to caress Logan’s cheek. The hand dropped weakly to the bed as he closed his eyes . “ Talk to me Cher “ he said quietly. Logan talked quietly about everyday life at the mansion. He knew his young lover was sleeping  but if his voice was what Remy wanted to hear he’d talk. There was a soft knock at the door and Logan looked up to see Jean smiling at them.  He looked back down at Remy to make sure he was still sleeping then he got up off the bed carefully and went outside the room with Jean. He didn’t go far enough that he couldn’t see Remy.
“ How’s he doing? “ Jean asked, then followed Logan’s gaze into the room.
“ He’s doin’ better, he’s gonna be okay. “
“ Logan… you need to get away for a while. You said he was doing better, he’s asleep anyway. Hank’s here,…just for a few hours. “
“ I don’t know…”
“ You need a break. “
Logan looked at Remy, he’d probably sleep for hours. “ Okay. Hank, I’m gonna get outta here for a while. If anything happens…”
“ Nothing will happen. I promise. Go, There is nothing you can do that I can’t. I do draw the line at kissing him though. While I truly enjoy the company of our young Cajun…”
“ Hank, shut up. “
“ Oh alright, I will watch him. Go.”