Chapter Two
Logan stood in the kitchen, dumping pasta into a pot of boiling water. He was expecting Max any moment now, and he figured that she'd be expecting food. Turning back to the Caesar salad he was making, dumping the salad dressing over the large bowl with one hand as he grabbed the ringing phone with the other. "Yeah." He asked in way of a greeting, turning to stir the Cajun red sauce he had simmering. He was greeted by the sound of hysterical female crying.
In record time, he was running through the automatic doors of Mercy Medical Center's Emergency Room. He scanned the room, full of the sick and the suffering, and finally spotted Cindy sitting in the corner, in Kendra's weeping arms. Fearing the worst, he rushed over to them. They both looked up when he arrived in front of them. "Cindy, what happened?" He asked softly, trying to keep her calm enough to explain. When she had called, she'd been to hysterical to understand, and all he had been able to make out was 'Max', 'accident', and 'emergency room' before he had dropped the phone and ran out of the door.
He managed to persuade a disjointed explanation out of her, listening closely to how Max had shoved her out of the way, then gotten hit herself in the process. "They wont tell us anything, I keep asking but b***h up at the desk wont tell us anything."
Logan nodded and rose. He strode up to the nurse's station. "Excuse me." He said icily, easily covering over the quivering fear that was echoing inside his head. The receptionist, a young man who looked barely out of college who was reading a magazine, didn't even look up. "Excuse me." Logan repeated. When the man still didn't look up from his article, Logan reached down and knocked it off the desk. "Right, now are you going to pay attention?" The man glanced up, annoyed. "May I help you?" He said in a sarcastic monotone. "I am looking for information on Max Guevara, she was admitted a little while ago."
"I am sorry, I can't help you."
Logan resisted the urge to punch the receptionist. "Do you know where I could find out anything?" He said carefully.
Just then, a female doctor, still dressed in scrubs, pushed through the set of swinging doors. Logan turned and intercepted the doctor, grabbing her arm. "Excuse me, I am looking for information on a patient."
"Max Guevara?"
"Yes, that is her, is she ok?"
The doctor sighed. "Miss Guevara is lucky to be alive." Pausing, she picked up a chart from the burses station. "She struck her head on something after the car hit her. She has some inter-cranial swelling, and she is having a CAT scan done now to find out the extent of her injuries, but other than the head trauma, she doesn't seem to have any internal bleeding, or any broken bones. We will know more when we get the CAT scan back."
"Is she going to be alright?"
"At this point, we don't know. If she makes it through the night, and there isn't a lot of swelling in her brain, then she stands a good chance of a full recovery."
"Listen, Max, she has some, uh, genetic abnormalities."
"Yes, we noticed that when we cross typed her blood, she doesn't seem to have *any* blood type."
"Is it possible to keep this, and the rest of her…abnormalities…off the record?"
"And why should I do that Mr…"
"Logan Cale. Look she was abused as a child, and ran away from home. Her family is still looking for her, they'll obviously be checking hospitals." He ad-libbed, praying that the doctor would buy it.
"Fine." The doctor said reluctantly. "I wont put down all the details down."
Logan walked back to the waiting Kendra and Cindy and relayed the news. He then dropped into a chair, scrubbing his face with his hands, preparing for the long night ahead.
Logan stood in the kitchen, dumping pasta into a pot of boiling water. He was expecting Max any moment now, and he figured that she'd be expecting food. Turning back to the Caesar salad he was making, dumping the salad dressing over the large bowl with one hand as he grabbed the ringing phone with the other. "Yeah." He asked in way of a greeting, turning to stir the Cajun red sauce he had simmering. He was greeted by the sound of hysterical female crying.
In record time, he was running through the automatic doors of Mercy Medical Center's Emergency Room. He scanned the room, full of the sick and the suffering, and finally spotted Cindy sitting in the corner, in Kendra's weeping arms. Fearing the worst, he rushed over to them. They both looked up when he arrived in front of them. "Cindy, what happened?" He asked softly, trying to keep her calm enough to explain. When she had called, she'd been to hysterical to understand, and all he had been able to make out was 'Max', 'accident', and 'emergency room' before he had dropped the phone and ran out of the door.
He managed to persuade a disjointed explanation out of her, listening closely to how Max had shoved her out of the way, then gotten hit herself in the process. "They wont tell us anything, I keep asking but b***h up at the desk wont tell us anything."
Logan nodded and rose. He strode up to the nurse's station. "Excuse me." He said icily, easily covering over the quivering fear that was echoing inside his head. The receptionist, a young man who looked barely out of college who was reading a magazine, didn't even look up. "Excuse me." Logan repeated. When the man still didn't look up from his article, Logan reached down and knocked it off the desk. "Right, now are you going to pay attention?" The man glanced up, annoyed. "May I help you?" He said in a sarcastic monotone. "I am looking for information on Max Guevara, she was admitted a little while ago."
"I am sorry, I can't help you."
Logan resisted the urge to punch the receptionist. "Do you know where I could find out anything?" He said carefully.
Just then, a female doctor, still dressed in scrubs, pushed through the set of swinging doors. Logan turned and intercepted the doctor, grabbing her arm. "Excuse me, I am looking for information on a patient."
"Max Guevara?"
"Yes, that is her, is she ok?"
The doctor sighed. "Miss Guevara is lucky to be alive." Pausing, she picked up a chart from the burses station. "She struck her head on something after the car hit her. She has some inter-cranial swelling, and she is having a CAT scan done now to find out the extent of her injuries, but other than the head trauma, she doesn't seem to have any internal bleeding, or any broken bones. We will know more when we get the CAT scan back."
"Is she going to be alright?"
"At this point, we don't know. If she makes it through the night, and there isn't a lot of swelling in her brain, then she stands a good chance of a full recovery."
"Listen, Max, she has some, uh, genetic abnormalities."
"Yes, we noticed that when we cross typed her blood, she doesn't seem to have *any* blood type."
"Is it possible to keep this, and the rest of her…abnormalities…off the record?"
"And why should I do that Mr…"
"Logan Cale. Look she was abused as a child, and ran away from home. Her family is still looking for her, they'll obviously be checking hospitals." He ad-libbed, praying that the doctor would buy it.
"Fine." The doctor said reluctantly. "I wont put down all the details down."
Logan walked back to the waiting Kendra and Cindy and relayed the news. He then dropped into a chair, scrubbing his face with his hands, preparing for the long night ahead.