Chapter Twenty-Two
Logan sprinted into the main bathroom, grabbing a pill bottle off the shelf, even as he turned to run back into the living room where Max still lay, seizing uncontrollably. He slid across the floor, falling to his knees next to her, pulling her up to support her neck and head. Her eyes were open, but they had rolled into the back of her head, leaving only the whites exposed. "Max," Logan murmured, heart in his throat. He managed to open her mouth and placed two pills inside. Moving her mouth with his fingers, he somehow managed to work the pills down her throat. Now all he could do is wait.
He pulled her into his arms, cradling her in his lap as he rocked back and forth, mumbling soothing words to Max as she twitched in his arms. He continued to hold her after the seizure subsided, and she lay sleeping in his arms. He moved back, gently picking Max up and carrying her to lay her down on the couch, but he continued to hold her.
About an hour and a half after Max had collapsed next to the window, Logan sat staring at her face, brushing her hair with his fingers, tracing his fingers over her features. It was there, with her hair in his hands, that he knew that when she woke up, he'd tell her everything she wanted to know, every single thing he knew about her.
He lay with her for hours, watching her sleep, listening to he shallow breathing. He had a perfect view of the sunset over the Seattle skyline, but he didn't see it because his eyes never left Max. It was close to midnight, closes to sixteen hours after Max had passed out, when her eyelids fluttered. "Max?" Logan asked, softly but intensely. "Max? Can you hear me?"
"Logan?" Max moaned, reaching up to touch her head.
"Are you okay? How are you feeling?" Logan said, still stroking her hair.
"Ugh, my head is killing me. What happened? Did I have a seizure?" Max asked, closing her eyes again, savoring the feel of Logan's touch.
"Yeah, I think your going to be ok though."
"But how did I get here?" Max asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I was walking down the street with Cindy, and then next thing I know, I'm here. Where's Cindy?"
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Max, what is today's date?"
"September Third."
"Oh my god. You don't remember anything after you left the house with Cindy?"
"No. What's going on?"
"It is September Sixteenth."
Logan sprinted into the main bathroom, grabbing a pill bottle off the shelf, even as he turned to run back into the living room where Max still lay, seizing uncontrollably. He slid across the floor, falling to his knees next to her, pulling her up to support her neck and head. Her eyes were open, but they had rolled into the back of her head, leaving only the whites exposed. "Max," Logan murmured, heart in his throat. He managed to open her mouth and placed two pills inside. Moving her mouth with his fingers, he somehow managed to work the pills down her throat. Now all he could do is wait.
He pulled her into his arms, cradling her in his lap as he rocked back and forth, mumbling soothing words to Max as she twitched in his arms. He continued to hold her after the seizure subsided, and she lay sleeping in his arms. He moved back, gently picking Max up and carrying her to lay her down on the couch, but he continued to hold her.
About an hour and a half after Max had collapsed next to the window, Logan sat staring at her face, brushing her hair with his fingers, tracing his fingers over her features. It was there, with her hair in his hands, that he knew that when she woke up, he'd tell her everything she wanted to know, every single thing he knew about her.
He lay with her for hours, watching her sleep, listening to he shallow breathing. He had a perfect view of the sunset over the Seattle skyline, but he didn't see it because his eyes never left Max. It was close to midnight, closes to sixteen hours after Max had passed out, when her eyelids fluttered. "Max?" Logan asked, softly but intensely. "Max? Can you hear me?"
"Logan?" Max moaned, reaching up to touch her head.
"Are you okay? How are you feeling?" Logan said, still stroking her hair.
"Ugh, my head is killing me. What happened? Did I have a seizure?" Max asked, closing her eyes again, savoring the feel of Logan's touch.
"Yeah, I think your going to be ok though."
"But how did I get here?" Max asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I was walking down the street with Cindy, and then next thing I know, I'm here. Where's Cindy?"
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Max, what is today's date?"
"September Third."
"Oh my god. You don't remember anything after you left the house with Cindy?"
"No. What's going on?"
"It is September Sixteenth."