He hated to leave her side at all, especially when she looked so damned frail. But he needed to. Had things to do at home, went searching for Sabretooth, he could of had something to do with this somehow. Poison maybe. Who the hell knew? He just couldn't sit around there feeling helpless as she wasted away before his eyes.
Finally he came back,e very second had seemed like an eternity away from her. "Darlin', I'm back." In his hand was a bag of food from that cheese steak place he liked. He walked across the floor, from room to room, calling her name. No answer. Sudden;y he was worried and then that scent hit him. One he knew only all too well. But this place was supposed to be protected. He ran towards it, the scent getting stronger and then he saw her.
His jaw clenched. "Selene?" He knew she wouldn't answer, she couldn't. The bag of food fell to the floor and he closed the distance between them. Logan fell to his knees beside her and gathered her into his arms. Holding her he sobbed, the noises sounding like a wounded animal.
Her lifeless body hung in his arms as tears streamed down his cheeks. She looked like a ghost of herself. Her body as if it had sunken in on her, devouring itself. "Please... don't be gone." His hand stroked her cheek, the skin so pulled against the skin it felt as if her bones were going to stab through. His lips quivered as he looked at her, cradling her against his body. He felt like a lost child.
Her fragile frame, he felt like it was going to break in his arms. "C'mon darlin'. Wake up." She said she'd never leave him, that she'd be the one that would stay. Hell, he was counting on her being the one to outlive him. His body was quaking, barely holding back the Wolverine that was pacing angrily in its cage.
Careful of her he slid a claw out and sliced through his wrist. The flow was immediate and the pain lanced through him but he barely felt it. Delicately he brought it to her mouth, letting a few drops fall over her pale, drawn lips. No response. Nothing.
She didn't move, her body colder than he'd ever felt it, stiff. He may not of been the cause of this one, but he couldn't save her either. He told her he'd keep her safe. If only he'd known how much of a lie that was going to turn out to be. She was gone, and there was nothing he could do. His blood smeared against her lips as he drug his fingertip over them.
His whole body shook as he leaned his head back and roared out in anguish. His arms held her delicately too him, afraid to let her body go. That maybe he'd wake up from this nightmare and she'd be curled against him. But this was no nightmare and deep in the recesses of his mind he knew it to be true.
The sun had set when he finally forced himself up. Gently he carried her, making sure her head rest on his shoulder he mounted the stairs to her room. Once there gently he placed her on the bed, stroking her cheek he kissed her forehead, his tear drops falling upon it. Reaching over he pulled the sheets over her, gently tucking her in. Taking his shirt off he wiped the blood from her face. "I love you."
Slowly he got up from the bed and shut the door as he left. Anger, rage and pain shot through his body, making his heart race. He stormed down the stairs. On the floor where her body had been he saw a piece of paper and picked it up, reading it. Stuffing it in his pocket he'd deal with that later. He strode out the back door and outside. Grabbing a shovel from the ground he started digging, the tears still leaking down his face. This was the last one that would ever be taken from him.