The scratching and thudding at the door slowly faded away, Logan sighed and relaxed against the wall, his eyes narrowed on the couch he'd shoved in front of it. He was allowed in the teacher's breakroom since he was a teacher's assistant, but it didn't stop him from thinking about how weird it was to hide from Phantoms somewhere he usually was calmly making copies for a teacher.

"Are you okay?" Logan asked, pushing his glasses up his nose. You were littered with bruises, cuts, scratches, and tears stained his face. "I don't think they can get in with the couch blocking the door. If you want you can sleep for a bit, I'll keep watch."

He smiled weakly wrapping an arm around you, "I'm sorry you're hurt. It probably won't hurt at all when we wake up though! I promise we'll be fine." Logan looked around and reached over to grab one of the teacher's cardigans, long forgotten on the lunch table. He pulled it over your shoulders and smiled.

"We'll be fine."