Downpour
By Marissa
Authors Note: This story rushed into my head shortly after watching the episode The Kidz are Aiight. I could hardly write fast enough to get it all out. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think of it at marissa113@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: They're not mine. No infringement intended.
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I saw Max noticeably wince when she pulled the needle from her arm.
"Hope that helps ya, let me know when you need any more," she said coldly.
I watched her retreating form with a heavy heart. With every transfusion she grew more distant. This was our third this month and with each passing week, I needed them more and more often. I needed her. Now physically as much as emotionally. Her genetically engineered stem cells were literally the only thing keeping me on my feet.
I knew that it was only a matter of time before she left me. I dreaded that day with every bone in my body. I don't mean to sound like a hopeless romantic, but I don't know if I could live without her.
A roll of thunder signaled the approaching storm. Perfect. Rain. How appropriate that the weather should fit my mood. I watched as the rain ran down in rivulets on the glass. A blinding flash of lightening lit up the room and I swore I saw Max's face reflected in the window. I spun around, expecting to see her familiar figure, only to find nothing. My attention, however, was drawn to another matter as my left leg began to spasm.
"No," I swore softly as I crumpled to the floor. "No."
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Bling found me in the same position the next morning, lying in a tangled head of arms and legs beneath the window. He stood over me for a moment, expecting me to rise and greet him. I just looked up at him, too forgone to even care.
"I can't feel my legs," I finally mumbled.
Bling's face remained emotionless. "I thought that the transfusions were working."
I shook my head no. Without a word he brought my wheelchair over to where I lay and carefully placed me in that detested seat of metal. Then he announced that he had to leave for a while and would be back to check on me later. I simply nodded.
It was still raining. Not one of those gray misty rains, but one of those days where the rain comes pouring down in sheets. I placed my palm against the cool glass of the windowpane and rested my forehead on the back on my hand. That was how Max found me.
"You okay?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I stared numbly at her. "I know why you're here."
Max's eyes fell. "Logan.....I...."
I shook my head. "Please, don't apologize. I can understand why you have to leave."
She placed a slender hand on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
I reached up and brushed away the single tear coursing down Max's cheek. Then, ever so softly I placed a tender kiss on her beautiful lips. It was a fleeting, stolen kiss and my heart ached with the fact that I knew it was to be our last. When our lips finally parted, Max stood wavering for a moment as if unsure as to whether or not she should leave.
"Goodbye," she whispered.
I turned my back on her then. Some people consider me a brave man, but I wasn't brave enough to watch her leave.
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If you liked it, let me know....please?
marissa113@hotmail.com
By Marissa
Authors Note: This story rushed into my head shortly after watching the episode The Kidz are Aiight. I could hardly write fast enough to get it all out. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think of it at marissa113@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: They're not mine. No infringement intended.
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I saw Max noticeably wince when she pulled the needle from her arm.
"Hope that helps ya, let me know when you need any more," she said coldly.
I watched her retreating form with a heavy heart. With every transfusion she grew more distant. This was our third this month and with each passing week, I needed them more and more often. I needed her. Now physically as much as emotionally. Her genetically engineered stem cells were literally the only thing keeping me on my feet.
I knew that it was only a matter of time before she left me. I dreaded that day with every bone in my body. I don't mean to sound like a hopeless romantic, but I don't know if I could live without her.
A roll of thunder signaled the approaching storm. Perfect. Rain. How appropriate that the weather should fit my mood. I watched as the rain ran down in rivulets on the glass. A blinding flash of lightening lit up the room and I swore I saw Max's face reflected in the window. I spun around, expecting to see her familiar figure, only to find nothing. My attention, however, was drawn to another matter as my left leg began to spasm.
"No," I swore softly as I crumpled to the floor. "No."
* * *
Bling found me in the same position the next morning, lying in a tangled head of arms and legs beneath the window. He stood over me for a moment, expecting me to rise and greet him. I just looked up at him, too forgone to even care.
"I can't feel my legs," I finally mumbled.
Bling's face remained emotionless. "I thought that the transfusions were working."
I shook my head no. Without a word he brought my wheelchair over to where I lay and carefully placed me in that detested seat of metal. Then he announced that he had to leave for a while and would be back to check on me later. I simply nodded.
It was still raining. Not one of those gray misty rains, but one of those days where the rain comes pouring down in sheets. I placed my palm against the cool glass of the windowpane and rested my forehead on the back on my hand. That was how Max found me.
"You okay?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I stared numbly at her. "I know why you're here."
Max's eyes fell. "Logan.....I...."
I shook my head. "Please, don't apologize. I can understand why you have to leave."
She placed a slender hand on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
I reached up and brushed away the single tear coursing down Max's cheek. Then, ever so softly I placed a tender kiss on her beautiful lips. It was a fleeting, stolen kiss and my heart ached with the fact that I knew it was to be our last. When our lips finally parted, Max stood wavering for a moment as if unsure as to whether or not she should leave.
"Goodbye," she whispered.
I turned my back on her then. Some people consider me a brave man, but I wasn't brave enough to watch her leave.
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If you liked it, let me know....please?
marissa113@hotmail.com