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So this is an AU where logan can't heal from huge injuries (aka multiple injuries such as bullet wound, badly broken leg, head injuries etc)

This will be a kind of grumpy!logan x sunshine!reader because why the hell not? And I did realise for the past few chapters I've made logan very out of character so my apologies, but I did set in a world where there isn't always some for of threat but yeah-

Also pls comment more on my chapters it would help me know what my audience wants!

TW: swearing (like a lot), mentions of severe injuries, blood and things like that (I won't make it too gory I'm squeamish so dw) slight mention of SH if it triggers you PLEASE don't read, I don't want to be the cause of someone's harm

(Also I'm not a medical professional so half of this is probably incorrect)
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Logan's POV:

I feel myself start to slowly gain back consciousness, entering the state of being awake but not being bothered to actually wake up, the last I remember is that piece of concrete coming flying towards me.

As my senses start to slowly come back to me, I can hear a quiet occasional beep! Every few seconds, and I can tell I'm not under that piece of concrete still, where I am feels alot warmer, and more...clean, yeah, and sterile I can tell that already.

Possibly a hospital, my eyes begin to flutter open and I see what looks to be a nurse wearing pastel blue scrubs that have teddy bears all over them, by my bedside on the phone, to whom I have no idea.

"Oh he's awake! Doctor should I take his vitals and everything?..." she speaks and there is a brief pause until I hear "Okay, I'll check them now, thank you, goodbye doctor." And with that she hands up the phone, and looks over to me a warm bright smile,

Who assigned me nurse pinky pie?

"I'm so glad that you're finally awake, we were worried you'd caught tetanus, my names nurse y/n, I'm the one who's been looking after you during your short coma-"

COMA!?

"THE FUCK D'YA ME-" my gravely shout gets interrupted by a sudden coughing fit that makes my throat feel like sandpaper, y/n immediately grab a cup with a straw in it and places it in front of my mouth and I stubbornly take a few sips which inevitably calms down my coughing fit, "be careful to try and strain your vocal chords by doing things such as shouting, I'm gonna take your vitals and then get you more comfortable, is that okay?" She's says calmly, how is she so chill? Is she on edibles or something?

She gets started with taking my vitals and starts with my eyes, making sure they dilate, and I see she holds what looks to be three fingers, "can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up please?" She says sweetly, "three?" Her smile becomes more bright when I say that, "correct, that's a good sign, you did sustain a concussion so even though your eyes looked okay and you could see clearly you might still have some nausea, but that's normal, now I'm gonna check your temperature," She grabs a thermometer and places it under my tongue, her face goes serious as she waits for it to finishing checking

I see that same bright warm smile but it's more sympathetic this time, "as we suspected we do have a bit of a cold, but that'll clear up in no time, I notice a small tattoo on her wrist as she grabs back the thermometer, "what's that?" I say in a gravely horse voice, "Oh..my tattoo?..just thought it would be nice.." she says, her bubbly demeanour slightly diminishing, "it's a semi colon, why didn't get like uh...I don't know, a teddy bear," I said referring to the teddy bears on her scrubs.

She gives me soft smile as she continues to check my vitals.

"It has a meaning....a deep one..but something I'm not comfortable talking about to the person I'm taking care of.." she says after a while

Uh-huh?....semi colon? Well that's kids these days.

"How's the pain in your leg? The doctor is very sure you're going to need pain medication, potentially morphine.." she says as she grabs some fresh bandages and some other stuff that looks like it could make a cast, I grunt as the feeling in my leg starts to come back, "well it feels broken, definitely.....w-what the hell happened?!" I say as I slightly raise my voice, but not too much as to not cause another coughing fit.

"Well the report says you had a piece of concrete basically slammed into you and it broke two bones in your lower left leg, your left foot was also next to shattered, and like I said before you sustained a concussion and some other minor injuries; you've been asleep for about 4 weeks so the doctor recommend the cast to be changed, red or yellow?"

4 weeks!? My god!

"What?" I grunt, this is all going too fast, "for your cast, I always give my patients a choose, although usually its not grumpy men it's children, I'm a pediatrics nurse but since it's the winter we're a bit understaffed right now so I've been sent to work with you! So~ red or yellow?"

Oh...that's why she's so bubbly and energetic.....

"Uuh...yellow I guess?" I say, my tone still confused, "don't worry I won't bite, although nurse jenny would...you wouldn't ask her.." she says the last bit quietly so I'm gonna take a guess that that's gossip.

She should be renamed miss chatterbox.

I usually don't like gossip but I'm probably gonna be stuck in this damn bed for a while so might aswell listen to it, "really?" I head shoots up to look at me as if to say 'did I say that out loud?' But she soon shakes it off and as she sawing off my old cast she begins to gossip.

"Well~ she recently got divorced by her husband because he found out she was sleeping with Nathaniel - he's one of the cardiologists here - and apparently they were caught doing something right out of fifty shades of grey if you know what I mean," She says with a cheeky giggle at the end, "what like...kinky stuff?" She snickers and bites her lip go stop herself from laughing, and I'll admit it's not as annoying as when wade is being a gossip.

She giggles for a bit longer as I continue to sit there with a straight face, but I'm feeling on the inside, she doesn't need to see all of that, after a few more seconds of snickers she continues, "That's one word to describe it! But it gets even more juicier, why? Because then jenny husband went to Nathaniels WIFE and guess what? They have two kids that NO ONE knew about, and they've been married for what? 10 years almost? And still no one knew they had kids, and now jenny is getting like completely cold shouldered, but for some reason nathaniel isn't? It's so annoying.." she rants, she has finally cut off the cast completely and is now making up a new one, "That's sexism for ya'" I say, I don't even know these people but damn! "True!"

*SMALL TIME SKIP*

After she took my vitals, changed my cast and re bandaged some of my other minor injuries and put me on some morphine from an IV drip I'm now sat eating the tub of raspberry jello she gave me, as I was eating my mind started to wonder, and slowly but surely I started thinking about her...y/n...she is pretty I will admit that, but she's so kind aswell even after I was cussing like a sailor and acting like the grump old man I always do, she still kept a warm sweet smile on my face, its confusing how someone can be so happy in world like this...and her eyes, they were such a pretty shade of y/e/c, it was nighttime when I woke up so the only light in the room was the bed lights above and beside my bed, she had so much patience aswell, so calm, and her hair...my gosh..even though it was up in a but it was still beautiful, it accentuated her jawline and showed of the pearl stud earrings she had in, she looked to young to be a nurse, atleast in her early twenties, and her teddybear scrubs made her look ten times more innocent and sweet, but I mean she is a pediatrics nurse so that's to be expected, oh the things I coul-

My spiralling thoughts about y/n get interrupted when she walks through the door of my hospital room, pushing along a tray that had various things on, some of them being my belongings, but she's wearing a different set of scrubs now for some reason? This sent is pastel purple with little baby emporer penguins all over them, and she's got a white long sleeved tight fitting shirt underneath the turtleneck peeking out from under her scrubs aswell as the sleeves, "why the fuck have you got new scrubs on?..that have baby penguins all over them?" She let's out a quite huff of laughter and sits down on a stool with wheels on the bottom by my bedside, "I went up to the pediatrics ward to check up on one of the long term patients we have here....she's not doing as great as we'd hoped, she um...she managed to find something to...s-....s-self h-harm with..." she says as tears start to form in her eyes quickly and her voice starts to shake, shit what do I do?! Think for fucks sake you idiot!! A couple of tears spill from her eyes and she quickly wipes them away, "I- i was the first one there and I had the hold her arms in a certain way to prevent too much b-blood loss...those s-scrubs were a bit old anyways, need to get some new  ones.." she says whispers, her voice still shaky and her eyes still tearful, I stayed silent for a bit before saying quietly, "how old is she?..."

YOU DICK! WHY IS THAT THE FIRST THIING YOU SAY!? UGH!!

What y/n says next though does make my heart break a bit, "s-she's...8..it hurts to see someone so young go through such horrible things...i-it hurts even more because..." she sniffles, "b-because I was 8 when I started struggling, when I started coming home every day crying....i-it was a rare occasion if I wasn't c-crying...i-im so so sorry, you're my patient i should be taking care of you, not the other way round..I'm really sorry..." she says, I realise that the long sleeved shirt under her scrubs is now covering her tattoo that I saw earlier.

She tries to act normal when helping me sit in wheelchair so she can change the bedding on the hospital and giving me a carton of apple juice, but I can see that every so often she wipes away a few tears and sniffles quietly, "You don't need apologise...its not your fault..I'm not the type of guy who can give you advice on these sort of things....I've been through a lot of shit throughout my life, I mean I'm in hospital after getting concrete slammed into me..but I know for goshdamn sure that none of what's happened in your life and that little girls life is your fault...I don't cry, or it's extremely rare when I do..and usually it's only a little bit, but.." I stop for a moment to try and get the right words, "But I can tell you've been through alot and you need a good cry, and I don't mean that in a rude way, I just mean that...you don't have to be happy and bubbly and energetic 24/7, or whenever you're around patients or just other people in general...and helping other people that have been through very similar experiences to you and going day to day, night to night caring for people who are in agony, have been beaten near to death, and going through so much angsty shit and still putting a smile on your face...that makes you strong as hell, and so what if you shouldn't be crying in front of patients, you deserve to be able to let go of everything every once in a while....come here bubs.." I say, opening up my arms and she comes over on the stool with wheels and hugs me back and I hold her tight as she cries softly,

I whisper soft words of reassurance into her y/h/c hair and place on arm around her back and hold her head with hand of my other arm.

After a while she pulls back and wipes her eyes with a soft warm downwards smile, her eyes red from all the crying, after she's wiped her runny nose with some tissue she gently brushes some hair out of my eyes and then holds my right cheek in her palm, her thumb rubbing soft circles and I unconsciously nuzzled into it, "have you always been so wise?" She says, her voice still a bit weak,"No, not really...but it shows itself from time to time i guess....I don't think I could've gotten a better nurse.." I say and I didn't realise a tear had fallen from my until she wiped it away, "I couldn't have asked for a better patient.."

I think this is gonna end well...

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A/n: CLIFFHANGER HAHA! Also I did not mean for it to get so angsty but I was kind of writing whatever came to my head, and also logan would 100% eat jello as a snack, idk I just feel like he would.

Anyways I really hope you enjoyed this and have fun waiting for PT.2!! Xx