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"Clocking out for once? That is a surprise." came the playful voice of one of the many nurses on the job. It wasn't wrong for them to be surprised, the amount of hours Logan clocked here were astronomical some weeks. It felt almost alien to be in regular clothing right now, but for once the scrubs were not a part of his skin as they had been all week. Yawning as he gathered his bag, Logan checked his watch to make sure he had time to even make it to lunch. Flying out of the locker room, he was almost late to meet his parents, when he almost stumbled over someone laying on the floor.

The nurses must have noticed her too because they all came rushing over, the normal frenzy that surrounded emergency patients. They all looked to him however for "orders" as Logan jumped into emergency mode once more, things never seemed to calm down in his life. "Get a stretcher and be careful with moving her, we don't know the extent of the injuries." he said as he watched one of the nurses rush off. Looking the woman over, it was only then that he recognized that it was Sienna, and his hurt sunk. She was one of the kindest women he had ever met here in the hospital, for something like this to have happened to her seemed unfair.

"Sienna, Sienna? Listen to me, I need you to open your eyes, try and stay with us okay?" he asked through what must have been a haze for her. She was losing blood at an alarming rate, though he quickly grabbed something to try and stem the flow of blood. The pressure would most likely hurt Sienna, but there was nothing he could do about it. "We need to get her to surgery, figure out the extent of the damage. Can you call ahead and let them know we're coming?" he asked another nurse who nodded and scurried off. Logan took this chance to wheel the stretcher to the elevator himself, closing the door.

"Just hang on a bit Sienna, it's going to be alright." he said, his hand hovering just over the wound on her back. The next question was, should he heal it fully or partially? They would be expecting someone in surgery, there would be massive warning signs if she showed up without a wound. Making up his mind, his hands took on their familiar glow as he tried to at least stop some of the bleeding, fixing a bit of the internal tissue tearing. His legs almost buckled out from underneath him from the strain, the wound was pretty bad, but he braced himself with the stretcher.

"Yeah, it's me." he said as she seemed to come to, though now he was at risk of passing out himself. He used alot of his stamina to bring her back to stable levels, that was the biggest downside to his ability. Smiling at her, he went about checking the wound in a drone like fashion, the response basically programmed into him via muscle memory now. Nothing seemed too pressing, she would make a recovery with his help, but it would still take her a bit of time to get over the pain and soreness. Watching her close her eyes again, he placed a hand on the side of her face without thinking about it, "No, hey. Keep your eyes open. You've still lost alot of blood, you can't go to sleep." he said as the doors slid open.

It seemed that some of her fight had at least come back however, she was speaking to him. Sighing with relief, he stood up straight, as much as he could without using the wall to stablize himself. "I do have to heal you, it's who I am. I'm not just going to leave it to chance." he said with a smirk, though to be honest there was still so many thoughts in his head as he watched her lay there. How had she gotten into this mess? Who would stab her? Was she mugged maybe, or something far worse?

"Sienna what happened to you? Unless you would rather not talk about it with me." he added. She would have to report whatever it was, that was for darn certain. Unless this was one of the many things that couldn't be explained, he saw situations like this almost daily. People with injuries who didn't know how they got them or who gave them to them.. or rather what. Wheeling the stretcher out of the elevator, a team of surgeons would descend upon them, ready to treat the stab victim.

"We'll talk when you get out and they put you in a room, okay?" he said as he watched them wheel her off.

It was going to be one of those then, a situation with no real explaination. He figured she wanted to tell him, but didn't really know what to say. Logan couldn't really blame her, even he had seen some things in his time here. But for her to seem so unwilling to recieve help, it must have been something quite out of the ordinary. Logan gave her a long stare, as if he was trying to figure her out, but before he could really expand on the subject he was being forced to wait elsewhere for her. Deciding to find something to drink, Logan went and got himself a coffee as he waited to find out how it went.

After a few hours, Sienna was wheeled out of the O.R. into a recovery room, though she was mostly just going to be stiff and sore now. Taking a seat next to her bed, he leaned back in his chair and watched her as he waited for her to come back to reality, being put under was never very fun. While waiting, even he had fallen asleep in his chair, prior to all of this he worked a ten hour shift. He never went home, basically living out of his locker and duffel bag here. Another day in the life, he figured, he was more comfortable here than he was in his own room.

Stirring a bit later, he opened his eyes, blinking trying to figure out where he was. The bright lights of the hospital reflecting off the white tile was a bit blinding at first, but slowly he began to realize where he was. Glancing over at the bed, he wondered why he was in the chair when he realized Sienna was in it. Looking at his watch he checked for the time, it was a few hours ago that he had fallen asleep here in this chair. It was early evening now he figured by the colour of the sky outside. Leaning back in his chair, even if he felt it was a bit creepy, he just watched her, waiting for her to wake up.

He never had a chance to just take in the woman before him, working here they were usually always on the move. She was definitely beautiful, he hadn't really noticed in the chaos. Was this really an appropriate line of thought however after all that just happened? Who knew what the rules were when it came to taking an interest in the people you saved.

Logan jumped a bit when he realized she was actually awake, he had spaced off while he looked over her. Giving her his warmest smile, he simply repeated the "Hey" back to her as he picked up his cup, only to find his coffee had gone cold a long time ago. Part of him wondered how it would be recieved, the fact that he sat here this whole time she was in recovery. They weren't dating or anything, even if the idea was creeping into his head, but he felt compelled to be by her bed side. He could have easily left that to her family and went to go see his, but instead he stayed.

"I couldn't go home until I was sure everything was alright. Don't look too surprised that I care about the people I work with, especially you." he said, standing up and going out to the hall. Removing her charts for himself, he gave them a quick look over before putting them back. "..from what I can tell you're going to be fine, just incredibly sore." he said with a relieved smile. Most people never saw the doctor in his normal clothes, but Logan looked pretty handsome even in his jeans, T-shirt, and hoody that had his name tag pinned to it. He put it on during the commotion with Sienna without realizing it.

Checking his watch again, Logan looked back over at her. "A good four hours you've been out. Feeling any better mentally at least after that power nap?" he asked, laughing as he saw a man with flowers descend upon her through the door way. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he just watched the exchange between them until he shook Roberts hand. "No problem, I wasn't about to leave this one by herself." he said with a playful tone and smile. "She's going to be alright, just sore and very stiff for awhile." he added. "Also, I'm not on the clock right now technically, so you can just call me Logan." he said looking back to Sienna.

"I still need to know what to tell the police though. They're going to want to talk to you, no doubt someone called them." he said, sighing. It was always such a hassle.