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It was a normal, casual morning in the mansion. Logan was (begrudgingly) doing paperwork, and Scott was grabbing a sandwich for lunch.
Logan sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He was tired.
He stood up, about to go over to the kitchen. A bunch of black spots entered his vision; this was normal, as he often forgot he had an enhanced metabolism and got focused in work, enough so that he forgot to work.
What wasn’t normal was that instead of the black spots fading from his sight as he blinked, instead they kept spreading, quickly realizing what was about to happen, he called out to Scott.
“Scott!” He moved towards him, leaning forwards as his eyes rolled back and he feel forwards into Scott’s arms.
When he woke up, he was lying on the floor, a concerned Scott above him. Logan groaned, feeling his body and brain come back on. From what he could tell, it had been maybe ten seconds.
He stood up, prying himself from Scott’s grip as Scott scrambled to stand after him.
“Are you okay????? Why’d you faint????” He worried, and Logan rolled his eyes.
“Just fine, Slim. I just forget to eat when I’m focused. Get some food into we and I’ll be good.
Instantly, Scott handed him his sandwich, and Logan’s mouth twitched.
“We’re going to Hank, and that’s final.” Scott said eventually, after Logan had scarfed down half the sandwich.
“No thanks.”
“Not a choice”
Scott wraps his arm around his back.
Logan weakly tries to shove him off, unsuccessfully thanks to his still-weakened state.
Scott guides him down the hallway, and eventually they both make it to Hank’s Lab/Clinic, bickering as they walk in the door, Scott’s arm still around a protesting Logan.
Hank looks up from his microscope, a beastly eyebrow raising in surprise at the spectacle.
“Any particular reason you’re here? He asks, “Logan passed out.” Scott growls.
“I told you, I just hadn’t eaten!” Logan snaps back.
God, Hank thinks. They bicker like a married couple.
“Alright, Logan, I’m going to check up on you because it’s always better to be careful” he finally says, and almost laughs as Logan growls.
“Come sit here.” He continues, and Logan huffs before going over to sit on the mentioned bed.
Scott sits awkwardly on a nearby bench, waiting for Hank to finish.
Eventually, Hank is done.
“He’s all good, just hasn’t eaten; he passed out because of low blood sugar. All he needs is food” he says, aiming it towards Scott, as he knows Logan doesn’t care.
Scott lets out a sigh; he expected this, but it was always comforting to have it confirmed.
“Alright, thanks. Logan, you coming?”
Logan grunts, standing and walking towards the hall once again.
Scott smiles at his fading back.