Wake up -Logan/wolverine X Reader- Prologue

Time drifts by slowly as she lies in a comatose state; her loved ones watching for any sign of life. But alas, it seems the only reason she is still breathing is because of the many machines she has been hooked up to. What has happened to land this certain strong female into such a state? That is the only question that has remained unanswered; and unfortunately it shall never be unless she wakes up. The victim of what appears to have been a brutal attack is the only one that holds the answer.


“Damn it all.” Her partner curses as he stares down at her lifeless form. “Damn it all to hell. What did she ever do to deserve this, huh? Nothing; that’s what!” Suddenly he becomes infuriated and it takes everything in him not to break whatever he lays his eyes on. Adamantium claws slowly beginning to protrude from between his knuckles.

“Logan,” The gentle voice of his partner’s closest female friend calls to him. “you need to calm down. Bursting into a fit of rage will do nothing to help (name)’s case.”

“I know Ororo; it’s just,” Sighing deeply the Wolverine runs his hands through his hair, “she’s my girl and she didn’t do anything to get this kind of treatment.”

“It is a cruel world that us mutants have to live in,” States Professor Xavier as he moves closer to the unmoving female. Resting a hand on her forehead, he searches for any sign that she may hear them. But as the other times he has done this, blackness is his only answer.

“Still nothing Professor?” Questions a ginger female, another one of (name)’s close female friends, as she stands on Ororo's side gazing at the girl.

“Only blackness.”


Logan bends down onto his knees as he takes his lovers hand in his bigger ones. Holding it gently as if it was made of the finest glass, he whispers to her.

“Come on (name), please come back to us. We need you, I need you. It’s time to wake up. You’ve been asleep for six months now, so stop playing around and just wake up!”

“Logan, come on we need to go.” Ororo places a hand on Logan’s shoulder, easily sympathizing with the male. Just as he though he found someone he could never lose, someone goes and puts his love into a coma.


Slowly rising to his feet, Logan follows the other three out of (name)’s hospital room. Glancing back at her once last time, he prays for any kind of movement, even the simplest twitch of a finger. Nothing. Always nothing.

‘Please (name), please just wake up.’