Logan's place 8:30 pm
" Bling! Can you help me?" Logan just got in front of his
appartment door and yelled in front of it. Bling opened the door and saw
Max unconscious in his arms.
" What happened? Is she alright?" Bling tried to take her from
him but Logan said NO.
" Just keep the door open for me please." He got into the room
and went to his bedroom. There, he took good care of gently putting Max on
the bed. "I don't know if she's okay Bling. It's been an hour now
that she collapsed. But just before, she said some guy tried to 'put her
to sleep', so I guess there must have been some sort of tranquilizer in
the needle that stung her. "
'He almost looks scared.' Bling thought.
" Do you want me to stay longer? " He knows I'll do it if he
needs me to.
" No, no, go Bling. Everything will probably be fine. She'll sleep
for a couple of hours and then wake up and, no, I'll be fine...but thanks
for asking, I appreciate." He asked 'cuz he knows I wouldn't have
dare to ask him.
" OK man, it's your call. So, Sophie is in her bed, she's an angel
that child." He padded Logan on the shoulder and opened the door.
" If there's anything..."
" I will."
Logan came back to his room and stared at Max. She wasn't looking so good,
she was all flushed. He got near her, touched her cheeks and her
forehead and frowned.
" Max you're burning...I don't like that." He went to the
kitchen and grabed a big bowl, added ice and cold water in it and took it
back. He put the bowl on the night table beside the bed and whelled
himself to the bathroom. He then took a towel and came back to Max.
" We have to make that fever fall Max." She was so hot that
she was all wet from the sweat. Logan soaked the towel in the cold water
and delicately put it on Max's forehead.
" It's not enough..." He went again in the bathroom to take
another towel." There..." That one was on the back of her neck.
The first one was already hot. The fever wasn't going down, in fact, it
was worst than before.
" What's going on here?" Logan didn't know what to do anymore.
She became very agitated and started mumbling.
" Max, I don't understand..." She's trying to tell me something!
" Max, if you're fighting the drug, forget it, it's not worth it to
make you sick!" Damn!, that girl is stubborn!
" Nnooo..." said Max in a voice she probably wanted strong but
was indeed very weak. She opened her eyes and stared at Logan. " The
drug...not g...good...mix...Trypto...phan...less..." and she went
into some kind of delirium and started convulsing. Logan talked to her to
calm her down, but with no success.
'What is she trying to tell me?' Assembling his thoughts and Max's was
hard to do while he had to change her towels for fresh ones...
" OK, she said the drug and Tryptophan. not a good mix...so, the
tranquilizer must compete in her brain to bound itself with what the
Tryptophan does usually...so the Tryptophan is less effective??" I
ain't no doctor, how am I supposed to know?! " I feel so dumb!"
He went to the medecine cabinet and searched for the bottle of Tryptophan
he had bought a few months ago in case Max needed some and forgot hers for
some reason.
When he came back to the bedroom, Max was in a very bad shape.
" Oh, you look bad..." Logan analysed the situation. "
Max?" The look she gave him had great effort in it, but she managed
to make eye contact anyway." Max, can you swallow the pill?" She
recongnized it by the shape and color and she tried to say yes with her
head, but wasn't very successful.
" Good enough for me." He put the Tryptophan in Max's mouth and
lift up her head to ease her from swallowing the big white pill. Max
waited for the seizure to fade a moment and swallowed it. He took a deep
breath.
" Good!" I love it when she listens to me!
" Hot..." Like I don't know you are...
" I know, and if I don't cool the fever, you'll be convulsing because
of it." She closed her eyes.
" Max! Stay with me!" Reopened them. " Now I have to do
something else, because you're burning up too fast. You trust me right?
So, I'll take you under the shower, OK?" Does she have a choice here?
" 'kay..." An other seizure took the hold of her, and then fade
a bit.
" I have to take off your clothes,OK? Because it's not the clothes I
want to cool down." Oh, Gee!
Logan locked his chair and sat on the bed beside Max, took her in his arms
and left her. She rested her head on his left shoulder.
" Max, hold on to me as much as you can, I'll take your shirt
off." She made all the effort possible at the moment. " It's
good, hang on." He took it off one arm after the other. She had a
tank-top under it. He smiled. " Gotta love the twin-set!" A
tank-top, it's good for me, she can keep it under the shower. What a
relief...
He laid her on the bed and began unzipping her boots, and then her
pants. 'So help me God!' He decided it was probably better for his mental
health not to look while taking her pants off.
" Hang on Max, it's almost done"