Too gone to really hear what the stranger was saying, it took him a moment to even register what was happening.

He was dying. He was dying, nd there was no white light, no choir of angels... Hell, not even a slide show of his shitty life. There was nothing but the pounding rush of his heart as it fought to keep him alive, and blood. So much blood.

He wasn't sure why, but when the stranger offered his wrist, Logan latched on, sucking weakly as he felt his body give up on him. It was warm and coppery, and it coated his tongue as his heart finally stopped and he gasped one last time.

A small trail of red dribbled from his neck as he collapsed in the stranger's arms.