ragin_canuck (ragin_canuck) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-19 09:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | sabretooth, wolverine |
Who: Logan
What: Recovering
Where: Chinatown
When: Late at night. (sometime after the rescue obviously)
Status: Open
Rating: TBD
He didn't remember much after being set on fire, it was all pretty much a blur. His skin still smelled of ash, like he'd been roasted over a spit. At some point, when he couldn't move anymore and felt like he were going to die he passed out. In a dirty alley somewhere in the heart of Chinatown. Logan didn't know where he was and he didn't care at the time. He hadn't even realized he'd been moved, that's how out of it he was. His body pushed nearly to it's limits.
He'd been as close to in a coma as he'd ever been, other than being touched by Marie. But this was his own doing this time. The fire had burnt away his eyes as well as the lids. His eyelids grew back quickly. The actual eyes however, well they always took a while to form and grow back. And it always hurt like a bitch.
Over the past two days he was aware he was being touched, taken care of. The scent was not familiar, but it was a pleasant one. The other smells around the room were familiar. Dead fish, squid, teas, all lingered from around him, the the sweeter scent of plum blossoms hung in the room, almost masking the scents that wafted in from outside.
Slowly he sat up, his hands pressing against the surface he was sleeping on. It was then he realized it wasn't a bed, but a tatami mat. His eyes opened, as if for the first time ever, the light stung them. Soon they adjusted and he looked around, taking in the setting. The room was not large, but enough for him. As he looked around he noticed the shoji screen, some had designs of dragons on them, near the farthest actual walls.
Around the room there were plants, bamboo and two small Banzai trees by the window looking outside. It was peaceful, calming. He didn't know how he got here, but he was glad he was there. The shoji door slid open and a petite little Chinese girl stepped through, dressed fairly customary for her people and she did a little bow as she approached, telling him she found him and helped him here. He told her his name.
She blushed slightly and giggles as she told him about dressing his wounds. Logan didn't find it odd at all that he new her native language. As he stood he held the sheet that had been draped over him around his hips, considering how thorough she'd been in administering first aid to him. He didn't want to flash her. She gestured towards the kimono hanging in the lavatory area. He disappeared in there, shocked at how badly he needed to take a leak. Once he was done he tied the kimono expertly and walked out.
He found she was gone but left him some food on the table between the Banzai. Pushing the bamboo frame of the window open I sat there, looking out at the city below me. The smells from outside hit me hard. As unpleasant as it was it was comforting and familiar. Brought back some memories.
"Logan-san?"
Logan turned to look at her when she called his name. He was still feeling a little of the rage, but it was easier to keep in check in this place. She told him the room was his and gave him the container of sake she'd had for him before leaving. Once she was gone he'd drank down some of the liquor and then gotten dressed, surprised she'd replaced his old clothes in the exact right sizes and let to wander around Chinatown.