His ears were filled with the sound of his blood pounding, heart racing. When he pulled his hand from his gut there on his pale fingers was the bright stain of blood. He obviously wasn't dying because he seemed to be staying conscious but the ache of the wound was enough to make his body react ill. He coughed again and he was sure he looked like a demon with brimstone and sulfur breath rolling off his mouth.
The nun that hesitated took a deep breath and nodded.
"You lay down, we'll get someone," she said softly and he eased off his leather coat and began popping off the buttons of his black shirt. That was when he felt the eyes on him, his hair stood up on the back of his neck and he looked up to see Logan staring at him.
That face struck him as odd at first and then... he blinked at the man, then cringed and coughed again. He drew his eyes down to his abdomen where he was sporting a pretty sizable gash above his hip.