“You should be,” he managed, trying to keep his emotions mostly in check with the playful tease, though it definitely didn’t reach his eyes. The terror in her eyes tore at his heart, but not as much as the way she cried out as the bindings grew even tighter around her. It was like quicksand, the more you struggled the worse it got. “Fuck,” he practically growled, though the sound of her whimpers cutting short had his gaze flicking to her instantly. “Try and stay still baby,” he said, hoping his attempt to force a soothing tone was working because he definitely didn’t feel calm. “Colt’s got Corey. I’m going to get you,” he added, hoping he was right.
He could feel tears in his eyes as Logan whimpered and struggled to breathe, and it took everything in him not to try and rip the bindings away with all his strength. Something told him that that would only make it worse, not that he could imagine it being much worse at the moment. His eyes shifted from his task as Logan managed a whisper, the whimper coloring her words making it feel like his heart was being torn to shreds. “A wish?” he questioned, wondering if she was becoming delirious, but this wasn’t the time to argue. “Okay, babe. Whatever you say, love.” His one hand paused in its desperate struggling in order to smooth some of her hair back gently. “Just try to stay calm. I’m going to get you out.” He hadn’t missed the blood flow increasing with her agitation, but couldn’t focus on that right now. He had to get her out first.
“I wish these bindings were easier to undo,” he said, fingers still working even as felt like an idiot. To his surprise, however, the bindings instantly slackened, and he nearly laughed as the shock mingled with relief. Soon, he had them undone, and had carefully removed the shunt from her arm with now-shaking hands. He ripped a piece from his shirt to help close the small entry wound, hearing Colt’s desperate voice behind him. “I have a little bit of healing ability, but not much. It might be enough to at least get her out of here without losing her, though.” Brea spoke to his friend without looking, eyes still on Logan. “Do you think you can stand?” he asked, as the continued panic from Colt sparked an idea.
Turning, he watched his friend hover near Corey, hoping against hope he was right. “Talk to her, touch her. Anything to keep her here until I can get over there,” he instructed. Brea had suspected for awhile now that the two were soulmates, having seen enough of the bond and how a connection worked watching his sister and her husband. “We just need some time,” he muttered before turning back to Logan. “Lean on me as much as you need to okay?”