{Streets of Seattle} later that night
On her way to Logan's, Max felt a slight tremor begin.
((shit, not again!)) She pushed her foot down harder and rode as fast as she dared, hoping to make it to Foggle Towers before it really started.
{Logan's apartment}
Finishing up an Eyes Only hack, Logan heard his door slam. He wheeled out to the hall, where he saw Max leaning on the wall, starting to shake violently. Quickly going over to her, he gently pulled on her hand. Gratefully she sank into his lap, knowing she was in safe hands, and she could relax.
"Logan" she managed to get out, focusing her gaze on his face
"Yeah Max" ((I'll do anything, just ask))
"I didn't mean to come here like this, make you take care of me..." ((though your glad you did, and you know it))
He cut her off "It's ok, I don't mind. Now, where's your Tryptophan?"
"...bag..." Max curled up in a ball while the seizures shook her entire body endlessly. Logan was back soon, tilting her head up, offering 2 pills and a glass of water.
"You have to take these...don't go to sleep Max, stay awake"
Gulping down the water and pills, she returned to her fetal position. "Logan"
"Shhh, I'm right here"
"Don't go"
Gently brushing a curl away from her face he said "Never"
As the night wore on, Logan stayed by her side, bringing more pills, milk, and most importantly- comfort; to the still seizing Max.
During a lull, in which Max became fully conscious, she looked around, wondering at first where she was. Turning her head she saw Logan asleep in his chair, his hand still tightly grasping hers.
Not having fully fallen into a deep sleep all night, Logan awoke sensing something was different. Finding Max awake he smiled "How are you feeling?" he asked softly.
"Ok I guess..." ((your not and you know it))
"They seemed pretty bad this time..." ((is she really alright?))
"They've been getting worse lately...the pills don't work much anymore."
"Max, why didn't you tell me?"
"What can you do? Send me back to the kind folks at Manticore?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm
"I wouldn't do that." ((but what if I had no other choice but to do that? Or let her die? No, I can't let her die, that's not even a choice))
"Not even if I were dying?" she asked seeming to read his mind ((would he?))
"Max I..." ((I couldn't let her suffer...but she said she would rather die then go back there))
She cut him off "It's ok, you don't have to answer that" Max started to smile, but it quickly turned to a frown as she felt another seizure beginning. ((what's happening to me? they've never been this bad before..)) Squeezing her eyes shut in pain, she reached out for Logan. He met her hand, and held on for dear life.
"Max, what do you want me to do?" he asked helplessly ((I hate feeling this way...scared...helpless))
"Ju..st.. hold...me.." ((don't let go...your my life line right now...something solid to hold onto...))
Sliding himself onto the couch, he carefully pulled her onto his lap and sat stroking her hair, murmuring "It's ok Max, shhh, it's ok angel I'm here, shhh..."
{Logan's apartment} morning of March 3rd
In the early morning, Logan reached for the phone and called Bling
"Hello?"
"Bling, There's something wrong with Max, you have to come over right away"
"Logan, calm down, I'll be there in 10 minutes" he said as he quickly hung up ((I wonder what's up?))
--Logan carefully slid out from under the now sleeping Max. Pulling himself into his wheelchair, he went over to his computer and started searching for some medicine that would help her....finding a lead, he started to look into it, when Max began seizing. ((this is bad....it's never more then one or two at a time...)) When Bling came through the door, Logan was at Max's side again, riding out another bout of seizures along with her.
((I can't let anything happen to her....))
"Logan, what's up?" Bling asked as he came over to them
"She got here this way last night around 9--they've been on and off since then..."
"Haven't you given her any Tryptophan?"
"Yeah, but it isn't working anymore...I was looking into an experimental medicine when she started seizing again."
"What is it?"
"Typthrotatin...developed in Japan last year...production has been moved here..."
Max stopped jerking and breathed a sigh of relief. Now if she could only rest for a while...drifting into unconsciousness, Max didn't notice when Logan was replaced by Bling as a pillow, so Logan could continue his search for the drug.
Turning the computer on, Logan found he hadn't removed the disk(the one Max had gotten for him) from earlier. Remembering something he had read, he quickly started searching through the files...until he found what he was looking for--John Kelly: owner and product manager of the plant that was producing Typthrotatin. ((it's my only choice...))
Calling to Bling as he grabbed his coat, Logan said "I'll be back in a while, take care of her."
Logan wheeled over to them on the couch.
"Where are you going?" Bling asked
"To give Mr. Kelly a visit."
"Logan! You can't do that, what if something happens to you?"
Cutting him off with a glare that screamed with emotion, Logan took one last look at Max. Then, making up his mind, he quickly leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, whispering "I'll be back Max, just hold on." Turning around, he left without a backwards glance.