Chapter 4
Author's Note: It's me, at the computer, high on sugar. Ok, so I'm always
high on sugar. Not the point. The point is, it's chapter 4. I would like to give
thanks to Marie and Lady Callie for setting me on a path to somewhere. Where? I
dunno. I'll tell you when I get there. I am so so so so so so so sorry I didn't
post this sooner, but it would have been blank. I was writing my other fanfics
and lost track of time. And it didn't help that everytime I tried to write, my
computer would have a fit and shut down by itself. I could testify in a court
that it is alive. Anyways, I will stop talking and let you read. ::muses laugh
really hard at the idea of *Ty* shutting up:: But, not long. Okay. I will leave
now.
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It had been two days since then, and Max's headache finally went away. It only took a day and a half of rest to get it down to a dull throb.
Max spent ever moment at Logan's. Whenever she needed him, he would come
running in like she would die any second. That was fine with her. She never was
one to be pampered, especially with her past at Manticore, but she was really
enjoying this. If getting to stay with Logan meant having to be sick at the
time, so be it.
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Max had been at Logan's for about a week and she had yet to be clean. All she did was sit in bed and stay dirty. By the end of the week, she felt she had gone past dirty, streight to nasty. So, after making up her mind, she rang the little bell next to the bed and Logan, hurriedly, came in and asked what she needed.
*I feel gross. I was wondering if you would help me to the shower. I'm not steady on my feet yet.*
"Sure." Logan supported Max as she stood up. He helped her to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet while he got the towels and started the shower. Logan set that up and turned to her.
Max had been sitting contemplating what to do. She knew that Logan would do anything for her, but how far would he actually go? When he turnes to help her to the shower, she stopped him and shook her head.
Logan blushed. He hadn't thought about what he was about to do untill she stopped him. He wasn't going to let her get hurt because she was unstable and he wasn't there to help. He wanted to help her, but, now that he thought about it, that was a little to far.
"Max, I'm going to be in my computer room and will check on you every couple of minutes. Be careful. You aren't stable on your legs yet and you could fall." Max nodded and he left.
Max undressed herself and got into the shower. She made sure she was steady
on her feet before she started to de-gross herself.
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Logan came to the door 5 minutes later and knocked on it. Well, duh, he thought, she can't talk. He opened the door and stuck his head in. She had her back to him and she was okay so he closed the door.
Logan failed to nitice that Max's hand was shaking and she was holding onto
the wall for support. She had been in there for a few minuted when the tremors
started. They were small but significant.
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It had been another 5 minutes and Logan left to check on Max again. He opened the door and looked, expecting to find Max fine, but he didn't. He saw Max, curled up under the water, seizing. He quickly went into the bathroom and picked her up, bringing her to his room.
He made a mad dash for his medicin cabinet, grabbing the liquid triptophan and a syringe. He injected her with it and sat in a chair next to the bed. He suddenly got the bright idea to cover her with a robe. She was semi-concious, but she couldn't tell what was going on.
Logan was really worried. The seizure had stopped for the moment. All he had
to do was wait.
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I am still high on sugar, but I decided to stop here. This was rather short, but I couldn't think of anymore. Will Max be okay? What will happen in the next chapter? I don't even know!!!!!! Oh boy, is that sad. Anyways, I will probably have one or two chapters left of this. I still have to finish my BWOC story under Ty the Spy. Oh well. I will get to the next chapter when I get to it. Bye!!!!! ::runs away from computer singing to Some Days You Gotta Dance, getting strange looks from passerbys:: (Weirdness is my life, *Human*)
