DISCLAIMER: Look I don't wanna get sued, I mean I only have $60 and I need that for CDs and new jeans, so… Max and Logan aren't mine. Neither are these scenes except for a few thoughts added in. Also the line and title 'For you I'd bleed myself dry' come from Yellow by Cold Play. So don't sue me… PLEASE I NEED THOSE NEW PANTS!
A/N: This is basically the Hospital + Dream scene redone in a new way, with a thought at the end from Yellow by Cold Play.
For You I'd Bleed Myself Dry
Max looked down at Logan's form on the bed. It looked like him, but she knew it wasn't and it wouldn't be if she didn't do something soon. She choked back her tears as she shoved the needle into her arm.
"Lucky for you I'm a universal donor. People at Manticore thought it'd be good if their genetically enhanced killing machines could swap blood in a pinch." She told his lifeless figure lying on the bed. There wasn't the slightest hint that he had heard let alone understood, but she hoped it had penetrated into his brain.
Her blood flowed into him and she held her breath as it did. If this worked... but she wouldn't let herself think of that. She couldn't set herself up for anything, it'd just be disappointing. Her blood flowed in an endless stream and she almost prayed that it'd work.
She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes almost willing herself to dream him back to health. And dream she did. She found herself in a beautiful dress standing in a room full of light and color. Then she spotted Logan. She crossed the room passing through air filled with color and stood before him.
"Dance with me." She told him, not demanding but not exactly asking either.
"I can't." He reminded her.
"Sure ya can." She responded. "Mind over matter."
"No you see my problem is I can't walk." He seemed to be hiding behind this excuse, well why not, he hid behind it in other ways.
"I'm not asking you to walk. Just dance."
And then he stood up. She didn't know why she'd thought he wouldn't, after all it was just a dream. Wasn't it?
He crossed to her and they got lost dancing in each others arms. More was said but she couldn't remember it. All she could focus on was the feel of Logan's arm around her waist, his hand rested in the curve of her back and the feel of his cheek on hers. And then she was dizzy, so dizzy that she could hardly stand up. Logan was supporting her now.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yah." She responded quickly not wanting him to pull away. "Just a little dizzy."
"You wanna stop." That was the last thing she wanted right now.
"No. Don't let go." This time she was demanding, but it wasn't a pushy demand, it was a demand that they both would love to follow.
"I won't."
"Promise."
"I promise." He responded.
"Logan," She whispered as she felt herself slipping.
"I'm right here."
"Don't leave me." And then she was out of the dream and back in the dreary hospital, but there was something to her head, and then she heard it.
"I need you to stand up and very slowly put your hands above your head." She knew she should be taking it all in, but it was all a jumble of mixed up sounds and then the doctor was there. He took the tube out of her arm exclaiming about something, and then the question hit her mind.
"Did it work?" She asked, no one was answering. "Did it work?" And then she was being dragged away. She fought for the answer. "DID IT WORK?" She screamed it as loud as she could but it didn't seem loud at all, it seemed faint and weak. Her faint and weak?
And then she was gone, out the door and as far away from Logan as ever. And her final thought before she was hauled into the cop car and speeded away was a silent message to Logan.
'For you I'd bleed myself dry.' And she sent it back hoping it found it's way to him, so if she was taken he'd know how she felt...
A/N: This is basically the Hospital + Dream scene redone in a new way, with a thought at the end from Yellow by Cold Play.
For You I'd Bleed Myself Dry
Max looked down at Logan's form on the bed. It looked like him, but she knew it wasn't and it wouldn't be if she didn't do something soon. She choked back her tears as she shoved the needle into her arm.
"Lucky for you I'm a universal donor. People at Manticore thought it'd be good if their genetically enhanced killing machines could swap blood in a pinch." She told his lifeless figure lying on the bed. There wasn't the slightest hint that he had heard let alone understood, but she hoped it had penetrated into his brain.
Her blood flowed into him and she held her breath as it did. If this worked... but she wouldn't let herself think of that. She couldn't set herself up for anything, it'd just be disappointing. Her blood flowed in an endless stream and she almost prayed that it'd work.
She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes almost willing herself to dream him back to health. And dream she did. She found herself in a beautiful dress standing in a room full of light and color. Then she spotted Logan. She crossed the room passing through air filled with color and stood before him.
"Dance with me." She told him, not demanding but not exactly asking either.
"I can't." He reminded her.
"Sure ya can." She responded. "Mind over matter."
"No you see my problem is I can't walk." He seemed to be hiding behind this excuse, well why not, he hid behind it in other ways.
"I'm not asking you to walk. Just dance."
And then he stood up. She didn't know why she'd thought he wouldn't, after all it was just a dream. Wasn't it?
He crossed to her and they got lost dancing in each others arms. More was said but she couldn't remember it. All she could focus on was the feel of Logan's arm around her waist, his hand rested in the curve of her back and the feel of his cheek on hers. And then she was dizzy, so dizzy that she could hardly stand up. Logan was supporting her now.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yah." She responded quickly not wanting him to pull away. "Just a little dizzy."
"You wanna stop." That was the last thing she wanted right now.
"No. Don't let go." This time she was demanding, but it wasn't a pushy demand, it was a demand that they both would love to follow.
"I won't."
"Promise."
"I promise." He responded.
"Logan," She whispered as she felt herself slipping.
"I'm right here."
"Don't leave me." And then she was out of the dream and back in the dreary hospital, but there was something to her head, and then she heard it.
"I need you to stand up and very slowly put your hands above your head." She knew she should be taking it all in, but it was all a jumble of mixed up sounds and then the doctor was there. He took the tube out of her arm exclaiming about something, and then the question hit her mind.
"Did it work?" She asked, no one was answering. "Did it work?" And then she was being dragged away. She fought for the answer. "DID IT WORK?" She screamed it as loud as she could but it didn't seem loud at all, it seemed faint and weak. Her faint and weak?
And then she was gone, out the door and as far away from Logan as ever. And her final thought before she was hauled into the cop car and speeded away was a silent message to Logan.
'For you I'd bleed myself dry.' And she sent it back hoping it found it's way to him, so if she was taken he'd know how she felt...