Her eyebrows furrowed as he took her arm and sat her down. Traditionally, sitting someone down meant something very very serious. When he let go and couldn't look at her, Veronica repositioned herself, turning more toward Logan, tucking one leg underneath herself.
Someone shot me. In the chest.
It was funny how hearing that made her feel a little like she'd been shot in the chest.
As he kept talking, Veronica put a hand on either side of her nose, only her eyes visible now. Any snide comment she might have in another circumstance with someone else getting shot.... you didn't shoot Logan. you didn't. Logan being shot was not a thing that could happen. She thought back to being on the roof of the Neptune Grand. Of Beaver trying to kill her.
Of Logan using himself as a shield.
Her voice was very quiet, when she could find it.
"Who shot you?"
She knew him well enough to know that it was probably a warranted thing, and not just a random drive-by.