Logan's eyes fluttered, then finally opened. He blinked, and binked again, before shifting his head to look up at me.

"Cara?" He asked, wincing as he sat up.

I choked back a sob of relief, "are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah... I think so. What happened?" Logan ran a hand through his hair.

"You don't remember?"

"No, how did the mission go?"

I swallowed hard, "well, we did it. But..."

His eyes narrowed, "but what?"

Reluctantly, I met his eyes, "half our team died. And you..." I waved to the cloth bandaged around his torso. "Were hurt."

Logan's eyes suddenly widened, "wait, I remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?"

I rolled my eyes, "you were dying. I was giving you CPR."

"Oh. Well, that's too bad."

I raised my eyebrows and he chuckled. "Why is it bad?"

In answer, he lifted his head to touch my lips gently with his own. "I kinda wish you kissed me."

"You idiot," I say before leaning down to kiss him once more.