Warnings : Blood, injury, please tell me if I need to add anything else!

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Roman slammed open the door to Logan's room, breathing heavily as he scanned the unusually messy room. His heart was racing, he needed to make sure he was fine.

Please, oh please please please just be in your library, Roman begged any god out there that Logan was alright, that Logan hadn't gotten tangled up in the mess he himself and Remus had found themselves in.

One of Remus' creatures had escaped the Imagination and very swiftly wrecked almost everything in sight. Patton and Virgil were still safely in the Imagination, along with Deceit, who'd been told by Remus to join them for their entertainment in Roman's side of the wondrous land.

But Logan? Roman had no idea where he was.

He found no one in Logan's room and a steady stream of curses left his mouth as he raced back down the stairs, past his brother currently pinning down the escapee and snarling down at it, a bright orange blood staining Remus as the creature bled from the wounds.

"Hey a little help here!" Remus called after him, and Roman didn't even turn around, just tore open the door to Logan's library and tumbled inside.

He heard a crash of books just down one of the aisles and scrambled to his feet. "Logan!" Roman called, rounding the corner and nearly tripping over the side in question.

Logan rubbed his head, glancing at the fallen shelving and the books all strewn about. He looked up at Roman, a snide comment ready to be shot.

He snapped his mouth closed as Roman grabbed him, pulling him up quickly and holding him tightly. Logan carefully wrapped his arms around Roman as the creative side shook, burying his face in Logan's shoulder.

Logan shushed him lightly, rubbing at his back slowly. "It's okay, I'm here. What happened-" Roman was suddenly pushed away and spun around, and Logan gave a sort of strangled cry. "Oh my god, you're bleeding!"

So he was.

Roman rubbed his eyes, feeling the crimson substance smear slightly across his cheek and he chuckled lightly, in relief, in pain. He looked back to Logan and his voice was broken, a watery smile adorning his dirt covered face. "So I am, it doesn't matter, as long as you're fine-"

"-Doesn't matter?" Logan's voice was shrill as he began pulling Roman to the library lounging area. He sat Roman down on the table, summoning a medical kit. "Roman! These look serious! If they get infected you could die!"

Roman huffed lightly, wincing as his shirt was peeled away from his skin. He leaned forward though, ignoring the hot pain in his back at the motion, and grabbed Logan's face.

"All that matters is that you weren't hurt, okay? I could never live with myself if that happened." Roman whispered, placing a soft but needy kiss to Logan's lips. Logan was safe, he wouldn't get hurt by the horrendous creature.

Logan pulled away. "Lay down onto your stomach for now, I need to look at this." He whispered.

"Love you too." Roman replied as he lay down on the table.