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Logan felt as though his world were collapsing around him. The room turned dark around him. Every breath felt like a clamp had tightened around his chest. He stared straight ahead, not seeing his apartment, or his dark angel approaching him.
Max could tell that Logan was on the verge of a breakdown. She knelt by him, holding his hand. He was so far into his thoughts that he didn't notice her. All he could do was sit there, hoping that the darkness and pain would go away. All she could do was sit there, lending him strength.
Soon, she realized how alone he probably felt. She squeezed his hand, with no response from him. She said his name, "Logan. Logan, answer me." Waving her free hand in front of his face did nothing. "Logan, please, look at me. Talk to me. Say something". She started to panic. She couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was the strongest man in her life, and she, of all people, was unable to help him. Tears fell onto her cheeks for the second time that day. Almost unconsciously, she sat next to him, pulling him into her arms.
Logan suddenly felt a warmth around him. Something was trying to lift him from the pit into which he was falling. Breathing no longer was difficult, although he was still gasping for breath. He blinked, and felt his cheeks suddenly become wet. His gasps became stronger, as they deepened into sobs. All of the pain, the darkness, the grief was poured out as she held him.
They sat for what seemed hours, her comforting him as he cried. Slowly he quieted down. As his breathing evened out, she realized that he had fallen asleep. "He must be exhausted after all of that ... I know I am". For the second time that night, she carried him, this time in her arms. Entering his bedroom, she gently laid him on the bed. Noticing that he still had his glasses on, she took them and placed them by his bed.
"He looks so ... peaceful." She couldn't help but stare at him, and wonder at how close she came to losing him. She was torn between staying there and holding him through the night, and just leaving him, going back to the quietness of the needle, and the mindlessness of her speeding down the streets. Looking down at him again, she noticed that he shifted in bed, throwing his left arm across the side of the bed. Almost as an invitation to her. "It would be more comfortable being here ... and I can be sure that he doesn't do anything stupid ...again". Quickly she went to the guestroom to change into more comfortable clothing. She returned to his bedroom, and lay down, carefully avoiding his bandaged wrist. As soon as she lay down, he drew her closer to him, clinging to her with all of his strength. She adjusted herself so as to be facing him, and whispered:
"Logan, just sleep". He sighed in his sleep. Soothed by his breathing and his presence, Max too soon fell asleep.
TBC ...
Logan felt as though his world were collapsing around him. The room turned dark around him. Every breath felt like a clamp had tightened around his chest. He stared straight ahead, not seeing his apartment, or his dark angel approaching him.
Max could tell that Logan was on the verge of a breakdown. She knelt by him, holding his hand. He was so far into his thoughts that he didn't notice her. All he could do was sit there, hoping that the darkness and pain would go away. All she could do was sit there, lending him strength.
Soon, she realized how alone he probably felt. She squeezed his hand, with no response from him. She said his name, "Logan. Logan, answer me." Waving her free hand in front of his face did nothing. "Logan, please, look at me. Talk to me. Say something". She started to panic. She couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was the strongest man in her life, and she, of all people, was unable to help him. Tears fell onto her cheeks for the second time that day. Almost unconsciously, she sat next to him, pulling him into her arms.
Logan suddenly felt a warmth around him. Something was trying to lift him from the pit into which he was falling. Breathing no longer was difficult, although he was still gasping for breath. He blinked, and felt his cheeks suddenly become wet. His gasps became stronger, as they deepened into sobs. All of the pain, the darkness, the grief was poured out as she held him.
They sat for what seemed hours, her comforting him as he cried. Slowly he quieted down. As his breathing evened out, she realized that he had fallen asleep. "He must be exhausted after all of that ... I know I am". For the second time that night, she carried him, this time in her arms. Entering his bedroom, she gently laid him on the bed. Noticing that he still had his glasses on, she took them and placed them by his bed.
"He looks so ... peaceful." She couldn't help but stare at him, and wonder at how close she came to losing him. She was torn between staying there and holding him through the night, and just leaving him, going back to the quietness of the needle, and the mindlessness of her speeding down the streets. Looking down at him again, she noticed that he shifted in bed, throwing his left arm across the side of the bed. Almost as an invitation to her. "It would be more comfortable being here ... and I can be sure that he doesn't do anything stupid ...again". Quickly she went to the guestroom to change into more comfortable clothing. She returned to his bedroom, and lay down, carefully avoiding his bandaged wrist. As soon as she lay down, he drew her closer to him, clinging to her with all of his strength. She adjusted herself so as to be facing him, and whispered:
"Logan, just sleep". He sighed in his sleep. Soothed by his breathing and his presence, Max too soon fell asleep.
TBC ...