The next morning Zack woke up in an unfamiliar place. Instantly, he yelled out for Max.
Then, he grabbed the bedsheets and pulled them closer. He felt the seizures hit him a
moment later, his body racked with them. Zack felt one thing- scared. There had never
been a time since the escape that he hadn't been able to do one thing- take care of himself.
He felt fear within him as his whole self shook with every moment.
Max rushed in a minute later, followed closely by her boyfriend. Rich bastard. She forced
some pills down his throat and Logan held out a glass of water. He strugged to cough
them up and tried to yell again. This had to be a nightmare.
Flash.
Lying in bed, a young boy at Manticore. The seizures ripping through his body, over and
over again. I mean, what could you do? A moment later they'd take him into the lab and
monitor him. He'd fight and they'd put him in restraints. So, angry...
Flash.
The Tryptophan gradually kicked in and he felt the seizures go away. His paranoid eyes
glared at Max and Max yelled something at him. He couldn't hear what she was saying...
he fought them and tried to get out of bed but Max pushed him down, slamming down on
him. Then, she quickly tied the restraints.
Inside, Zack was torn apart. Why wouldn't they let him go? He wasn't even safe here... he
had to leave... But, somewhere inside of him there was a little boy who was still afraid of
the dark and who still couldn't even comprehend the fact that his new disability could send
him back to Manticore.
* * *
Max pulled Logan outside the room and sighed, "I added a powerful sleep inducer. It
should keep him out for a while." Max rubbed her temples and fell into Logan's couch.
"Are you alright?" Logan asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. But, what are we going to do? He can't even calm down enough for us to
communicate with him..."
"I don't know," Logan said, he let his arms rest on his chair. "I honestly don't know."
Max started crying, the tears making their path down her face. "I mean, what if Manticore
gets him? I know what's like to have nightmares. It's when I realize I'm not sleeping that
scares me. He's probably terrified."
"Anyone would be. Genetically inhanced killing machine or no," Logan soothed. He
wheeled over to her and took her hand in his.
"Yeah, but you don't know Zack, Logan. He can't rely on ANYONE. I think he has some
wolf in him. He always had to lead the pack. He just doesn't know how to rely on
someone besides himself... he never learned."