When the blackbird landed on the forest boarding the building, Scott gave the team a last speech. They would just get in quickly, Morph and Jean distracting the guards, Wolverine in first to desarm the trap, then the rest of the team would follow. Inside the building should only be some Friends of Humanity followers. And quickly, they would come to the cells, and free the mutants. To be fair, it started well.
As always, Wolverine was quick and efficient in his brutal way. Each time a new guard showed up in their way, he would quickly jumped to their throat and lacerate it with his claws to make sure he would be silent and dead. Next to him, Cyclope would blast any enemies that was trying to run away from his claws to alert anyone. Once they got to the prisonners, Wolverine used his claws to break the metal of the cells. And silently but in a sense of hurry, they started to get out of there.
It should have ended nicely. But seems the guards weren’t finished. And some of them had lazer blast. You know, kind the one that has the same use than a collar. Suppressing temporarely the mutation. When they first came in sight, in front of the last door to past, they ame for Storm. As soon as they realized what they were planning, panic rushed.
'Everyone, back up ! 'Scott shouted.
'Guys over there, come on' Jean gestured from a corner.
'Storm get the fuck out of here !! ' Logan roared.
As Logan said that, he pushed Storm out of where she stood, shieldering her. His hearing detected the security being pressed, and didn’t thought more. The team would need more Storm than him, right ? He would heal, eventually, Storm wouldn’t. And a blast would sure not be the worst he had to take. So he jumped in front of her. Kinda ironic to see the Wolverine do something really heroic for once. When he felt the laser hit his back, he honestly wanted to laugh at himself. The fuck was he thinking ?? As blood rushed to his ears, he saw himself crash on the floor, and voices above him. But he couldn’t just pass out now. They were still guards who could hurt his team. His friends. His boyfriend. Was that Morph’s voice in the distance ?..
Numbed, he still stood up again. The Wolverine never fall, they say. Turning slowly, he gritted his teeth and looked down on his claws. He had them out before the blast, and blood was pouring from the opening between his knuckles. He's gotta be fast. As he was already stumbling, he got on all fours, and jumped at the first guard he saw. Biting, slashing, eviscerating, all he saw was red. He was pretty sure some of the red was Cyclops’ blasts, but most of the red was clinging to his skin. Was this red his. He didn’t felt his body anymore. Between to enemies, a quick glance told him that two knives were lodged in his abdomen. If it wasn’t for the blast, the knives would have fallen and blood would have stopped.
In front of him came a gigantic man. Well he was probably less tall than that, but Logan wasn’t at his full height and was maybe becoming a bit delirious. Maybe I said. The said guy picked Logan and threw him at full force against a wall. As he screamed in pain, he realized maybe that was the last hit his body could take today. If there was a tomorrow. The edges blurred, blackpoint came into his vision, and Logan finally accepted to let go. The last sing he saw was a white figure running toward him, before he promptly passed out cold.
'LOGAN !!'
As Morph shouted, everyone else turned their head toward him. In pure shock. An horror vision stood in frond of them : Logan, the Wolverine, in his own pool of blood. There wasn’t too much enemy in front of them, and it didn’t mattered anyway. They had to be fast, and worked as synchronized they could to win the fight. Every second won was a bit more chance to get Wolverine alive to Hank. And while the rest of the X-men fought, Morph run to the side of Logan, protecting him for the fight. Thankfully, he still had a pulse. Sliding his body on the floor, Morph took the time to wash a bit of the blood of his face. For once, Logan looked peacefull.
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‘Jean, Gambit, and Storm, get the rescued to the Blackbird’, instructed Scott, before getting close to Logan and Morph.
Followed by Rogue, they got on their knees and shot an anxious glance to Morph.
‘Is he okay ?’ said quietly Rogue, her eyes beginning to get red.
‘Well he’s not in his best shape. We gotta be quick’
They all noded. Carefully taking him by the legs and arms, Rogue keeping his head right, they made their way to the plane. Once on the plane, Scott ran to join Storm to the command, while in the back, Morph and Rogue put Logan on the table. Unfortunately, the only thing they had on the ship that was usefull at the moment was a breather, and themselves. So while Rogue maintained the device on Logan, whose chest seemed to luckily rise a bit more, Morph started to talk to him.
‘Logan ? I know you’re in there, so please, hang on. Don’t let us down buddy.’
While he continued murmuring soft reassurances, he was softly brushing his hair. Wich seemed to wake Logan up slowly.
‘Bub ?..’
Eyes still half closed, and the look a bit unfocused, he turn his head in the direction of the voice.
‘Morph, is that you ?’
‘Wolverine, you’re an idiot.’ Morph exhaled, reassured a bit. The wound were still not closing up, but at least he was still fighting.
Taking the hand of Logan, limping on his side, he brought it up and clenched both of his hands around, smiling to the other one. On the other side of the table, Rogue let out a breath she was holding, and with her free hand, took the other hand of Logan. There was no strength on the grip Logan return to Morph, and this time he closed his eyes without the other being too much worried. He would be alright. Now they needed to take care of him, as he did for them.
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Once in the mansion, Hank immediatly took over. While the rest of the X-men were taking care of the mutant they had rescued, Wolverine was being taking care of in the med bay. The team was a bit shaken up by the prior event. Not only because it was sad to realize Wolverine duty seemed to be for him to be their human shield. Being able to heal fast didn’t erase the fact that he was putting himself in front of the attack a lot of time, and today was the result. But also because he scared them, because they almost lost him. Almost lost someone that they didn’t tought could be lost.
Hank came back to them a few hours later. His state was stabilized, but he was going to need some time to recover, time for his healing factor to come back. Most of his injury were not too much severe, like a lot of big bruises, but thanks to his adamantium squeletton, no broken bones. But the injuries caused by the knives or the impact on his organs were a bit concerning. So he needed rest, a lot, a could benefit for once of painkillers.
It took him three days to wake up again.
The entire time, Morph was at his side, sometimes sleeping on the bed beside him.