Logan's POV

The medical bay smells like antiseptic and failure.

Maya lies motionless on the hospital bed, her eyes closed despite Dr. Flynn's best efforts. Her breathing steady, but no sign of waking up.

'This is because of me.'

I can't stop staring at my hands. These same hands that nearly killed Moira, that would have torn apart our unborn children if Maya hadn't intervened. The demon's influence may be gone, but the guilt burns ...