Logan Brenner (heart_to_pen) wrote in noir_mystere, @ 2019-07-22 12:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !brea, !logan |
Who: Logan and Brea
Where: Brea's room
When: Midday, July 18th
What: Recovery
Logan was terrified. Which really was an understatement. She had never in her wildest nightmares thought the or any starhunter would find them here. They had left no clue as to were they were going. It didn’t make sense. Not that Logan was trying to make too much sense out of it. She was still too scared, too worried. Corey hadn’t woken up yet but Brea, the boys there moms had insisted Logan go back to school to rest. They would let her know when Corey was away. No one had been able to reach their father yet so Colt and Wess’s moms were taking turns at the hospital with Corey. Of course Colt had refused to leave her side at all and Wess was there too. It was better for Logan to be recovering at school. Not that she was in her own room.
Logan had been hiding in Brea’s room since they had gotten back. The idea that they had been able to track them at all terrified her. It wasn’t that far of a leap to think that maybe they had found her room. So staying safe, curled in Brea’s bed had been the plan. Logan trusted him completely to keep her safe. He had saved her.
Sleep, however, wasn’t Something that came easy for Logan. Typically she only dozed. Enough to be sure she would wake up if something was happening around her but not enough to make sure any got any real rest. Any time she had actually fallen asleep, she was plagued by nightmares. It was understandable considering everything but the sensation of being dragged backwards in the van again or the ropes closing around her throat was usually enough to jerk her awake. This was different though. She wasn't caught... or at least she didn't feel like she was. But she walking through that terrible warehouse without making a sound. Scared and confused she kept walking. The group of men around a table didn't even seem to look up as she past them. She could see glimpses of blonde hair on the table but her mind refused to accept what she was seeing. They were cutting up whatever was on the table. That couldn't be her hair.... Logan turned away from that scene. Her blue eyes fell on Corey, still sitting on the ground impaled by metal spikes with half her body skinned...
“COREY!” she screamed as she sat bolt upright in the bed. Her head spun with the movement. She wasn't fully recovered from the blood loss yet. Her heart was racing and the fear and panic on her face was obvious. Her panicked eyes moved wildly over the room. She wasn't in the warehouse. They had survived. She was in Brea’s room, in his bed. But as she looked around she realized she was alone. “Brea!” she called the panic in her voice rising as she realized she was alone. What if they had found her and they killed him and they were just waiting until she woke up to come and get her?!
Logan jumped with the sound of the door opening and turned quickly to the sound. It was Brea. “Brea,” she breathed with relief as she reached for him. The panic was dissipating as she let herself relax again. His arms chased away the nightmares completely as he wrapped them around her she buried her face in his shoulder.