Chapter 1: My Damn Fault
Timeline: Post "Kids are aiight" but before "Female Trouble"
It's over for her
That does it, I will never send her out on any job, ever. It's my damn fault, I should have double-checked my info. Logan thought as he looked at Max, she was in a hospital bed, recovering from severe gunshot wounds. He had sent her out on a mission, the job was easy enough, a case was loaded with documents on some corrupt officials, and it was being transferred, Max simply had to pick the package up, and get out. It was not even close to being that easy, ten men had guarded the case, he had only heard of two from his source. Max had failed to get it, and had fled for her life when they saw her, she got into Logan's car, where he was waiting for her, but she had been shot four times already. He had driven like mad to get her to his hospital, they had patched her up, they couldn't give her blood due to her unique Manticore blood, but her body was reproducing it rapidly. Logan cursed himself, not using other sources to check if the information was reliable, instead he had been too anxious, and Max could have been killed, never again. Logan thought, he was sick of risking Max's life so he could continue his crusade against the corrupt government. He vowed this was the end of using dirty work, he would pay people off, find people willing to spill, but he would never send Max out on another mission ever again. From this day forward, no more leg-work done for Eyes Only, I will find the information some other way, I can't let Max risk her life for my never-ending crusade to bring justice back to America. Logan thought as he walked to the side of Max's bed, leaning on his cane, his legs were still not optimal, he was relying heavily upon his cane most days, but he would overcome, he thought. She seems so peaceful, so rested, despite the four sets of bandages on her chest, arm, and leg. Her wounds were covered with bandages, she had been shot twice in the chest, once in her right arm, and once in the leg. Logan tapped his cell phone, and called one of his friends.
"Hey, I need a favour, I need you to secure passage for a patient from my hospital to the Vancouver central hospital in Canada." Logan said.
"I can do it, my fee will be 15 thousand however." The voice replied.
"I'll pay it, just get it done by tomorrow." Logan said as he shut off his cell phone.
He tapped a few more numbers, and arranged to have all of his things moved, he would move to Boston, away from Max, and start his crusade there again.
It's my fucking fault that she's there, I need to get her away from me, she'll come back if I stay here, I have to move if she's going to stay safe. She really deserves to be with her friends, but the hospital in Vancouver will get her better faster, she can come back, I'll be long gone, she'll be safe. Logan thought as he sat down, and looked at Max, she seemed so vulnerable, so weak.
The next day, a truck came, it was basically a long-distance ambulance that could take a patient between hospitals, so Max would remain stable throughout the trip. They moved her in, shut the doors, and drove off.
Goodbye Max, I love you, but this is the only way I can keep you safe from getting hurt like that again, you'll never find me, it has to be this way. Logan thought as the truck rode off, until he could no longer see it, he walked over to his Aztek, got in, and rode away himself.
She's strong, she'll survive, she'll understand why I did this, and move on, if she did feel for me what I felt for her, we'll share that pain together. I'll never forgot her, but I can't risk her life for my crusade, I'll see you around Max, maybe when America pulls itself out of this shithole that it's in, and there is no crusade left. Maybe, just maybe, we can explore what might have been, fuck! Who am I kidding, Max will hate me for this, she'll never forgive me, but it's my own fucking fault, she'll see that, and realise that I am no good for her. Logan thought as he continued to drive, considering the implications of what he had just did. One thing was for certain though, he would probably never see Max again, it bothered him, that dark-haired beauty had stolen his heart, but he had nearly stolen her life, this was the way it had to be.
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