I so apologize for not updating this in a while! I've been out of town--but I'm back and here's another chapter for you! Thanks for waiting so patiently. :) --Nony
Watch Over Me
Chapter Fourteen
"Okay," Lulu looked towards the front of Kelly's. They had come in the back way. "I think we can get in there without anyone noticing--oh, no, here comes Mike. We might be able to get past him. Just keep your body facing the steps, okay?" Logan nodded while gritting his teeth together to keep from crying out.
They stopped when Mike called after them. "You all right, kid?" he asked. None of them turned around, but Lulu said over her shoulder, "Yeah, he just twisted his ankle. We're just helping him to get upstairs." She prayed Mike wouldn't come around to face them or ask why Logan was wearing Milo's too-big-for-him suit jacket--the one that was covering up his injuries to avoid any questions about them.
Logan grimaced all the way up the stairs. As soon as they got him to his room and deposited him onto his bed, though, he felt a little better. Just a bit though--it was easier to not have to move, but he still hurt all over.
Lulu bustled around the room like she was his mother. "Go get some bandages, some water, and a washcloth," she instructed Milo. He disappeared promptly. Lulu sat down on the bed next to Logan.
"I'm going to have to do a better job with that," Lulu whispered, nodding at his injury. Logan swallowed, trying hard not to cry out in front of her. "I'll try not to hurt you," she promised. Carefully she slid him out of his shirt. She winced herself when she saw his shoulder. It looked even worse now that she could actually see it in the light of the little room.
"You really need to have stitches in this, Logan," Lulu said, taking the strips of Milo's shirt off him. Logan sucked in his breath as the cold air hit his open wound. "No...it's not...that bad..." he gasped.
Lulu shook her head. "If this gets infected, I'm taking you to the hospital, no matter what you say," she paused. "How did this one happen?" she asked softly, nodding at the wound.
"I'm not sure, I just felt a sharp stab there," he answered. "They were all over me--it was hard to tell where everything was coming from."
"Who was all over you? Was it Jerry?" Lulu questioned.
"Some of his goons. I think--" he tried to form the words. He needed to tell her that they would go at any lengths to hurt or kill him, just so they could get to her. And who knows what they would do with her once they did get her.
"Ssh. Save your strength, you can tell me all about it later."
Milo returned. Lulu banished him outside to watch the door.
Diligently she cleaned around the wound, then wrapped it up again. "Try not to move it," she said in a low voice. She moved closer to him, and the bed creaked under her shifting weight. Even though she felt Logan's eyes on her, she stayed focused on his face as she gently cleaned the blood off of it. She flinched at the bruises under his eyes, and carefully bandaged his face.
"All done," she said.
"Thanks, Lulu."
She smiled, and hesitatingly put a hand up to his head and stroked it. However, a look of horror crossed her face, and she pulled back her hand quickly. "Logan, your head is a mess!"
He nodded drowsily. "It does kind of ache. I think they hit me there." His eyes flickered shut.
"No, Logan, you can't sleep! You might have had a concussion!"
"Can't...Lulu...I'm so tired," he murmured. He smiled faintly and closed his eyes.
"Logan? Logan?" she shook him and raised her voice. "Logan!"
She stared at him for a second, looking at the blood drying on the back of his head, and the numerous bruises and gashes elsewhere on his body. She suddenly sprang up and ran to the door. "Milo!" she shouted."Quick! I need you to get Robin Scorpio or Patrick Drake at GH!"
Robin Scorpio turned to Lulu. "Craig?" she asked, an eyebrow raised as she hurried to the bedside. Lulu watched anxiously from her perch at the foot of the bed. Logan was going to be fine, especially now that Robin was here, right? She silently thanked fate for letting Robin become a doctor--Robin, who also was one of the few who had the misfortune of knowing James Craig as Jerry Jacks. She was thankful she had someone to trust--with this secret, and with Logan's life.
Logan stirred, for the first time since he had fallen asleep, at Robin's touch as she examined his head. The doctor cupped his face in her hands to turn his head. Logan subconsciously reached up and held on to her wrist.
"Lulu?" he murmured in his sleep.
Robin looked quickly at Lulu, a small smirk playing on her face. Lulu turned red.
Suddenly Logan's eyes flew open and he let go his hold on Robin. Upon seeing her, he struggled to sit straight up. "No! I said no hospitals--"
Robin pushed him back down easily with one hand. "Relax, Logan," she said smoothly. Lulu darted to the other side of the bed.
"It's okay, Logan," she soothed. Logan stared around blankly, clarity starting to dawn on his face as he realized he was at Kelly's still.
Robin smiled mischievously. "Right. You are in your own room, with the beautiful girl you've been calling for standing right here."
Lulu made a mental note to get back at Robin for that one. But now, she was too worried about Logan to protest. She listened carefully as Robin asked Logan some questions and treated his head injury.
"Is he going to be okay?" she blurted out when it appeared Robin was finishing examining his head.
Robin nodded. "He took a hard blow, but he seems to be handling it well. I'm going to leave you with some pills for the headache, and I want you or somebody to wake him up at least twice during the night, just to be safe. If he starts experiencing extreme dizziness, nausea, or seems disoriented, call me or Patrick right away." She turned to Logan. "How about I take a look at that shoulder, hmm?"
"Thanks for coming, Robin." Lulu said as she walked Dr. Scorpio to the door.
"Absolutely. You call us if he shows any symptoms of getting worse, okay? Keep an eye especially on his shoulder. And Lulu?" she paused. "Be careful. I know you know what Craig is capable of as much as any of us--but please, just look out for yourself." The young doctor pleaded as a shadow passed over her face. Lulu wondered if Robin was reliving her own ordeal at the Metro Court.
When Robin left, Lulu resumed her post by Logan's bed. She scooted the chair at Loan's desk over near the bed, and sat on it.
The color on Logan's face was starting to return, she noted. He still looked tired, but though his eyelids were drooping, he managed to spit out a few words. "Lulu, Jerry's not going to stop until he's come after you."
"I know." Lulu stared down at her hands.
"Right now I'm not much help to you." he admitted, swallowing hard. "Milo, or at least somebody, should stay here."
Lulu nodded. "He said he'd call Sonny and fill him in, and then he could stay tonight outside. And when Cooper gets back from the station he'll let him know. "
"Maybe if they--"
Lulu cut him off. "Stop worrying about me. I'll be fine--you need to focus on getting yourself better." she smiled playfully. "Or else no one will be there to save me when I need it!"
Logan leaned back and closed his eyes. "Thanks, Lulu."
"Don't thank me," she answered dryly. "Robin's the one that--"
"No," he interrupted. "For...for..."
"For what?"
Logan chuckled. "For letting me finally sleep in a bed!"
Lulu tried not to laugh, but a smile played across her face for a second."Don't get used to it," she advised.
Logan's eyes flew open and he grunted softly, having forgotten for a moment how bad of shape he really was in. As soon as he moved his arm, however, he was once again reminded. Instead, he lay back stiffly, eyes flying around the room. It was dark--in fact, glancing at his clock, he saw that it was well past midnight. He watched Lulu in the chair beside him. She was doubled over, head on the bed near his good arm. Her breathing was soft--she was asleep. Silently, he took her hand in his own, pulling her close, until her head was nestled in the crook of his arm. Satisfied, Logan drifted off to sleep again.