Disclaimer: Me is poor, me make no money. Me wish I owned Logan though! ;)

A/N: Thanks to Meka, for being a wonderful beta reader; BlackWolf, for his superlative knowledge of weapons; and Zig, for a wonderful plot twist idea in later chapters. :)

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The Enemy Within
Chapter2
Bad Shape


Max laid Logan gently in the bed. He was shaking, but not too violently. She caressed his forehead with the back of her hand. His eyes didn't seem focused and his skin was clammy. She straightened up to walk out the room.

"I'll be right back, Logan, okay? I need to go to the kitchen to get some water. Two seconds, that's all, " Max softly explained.

"Take as long as you need. I'm fine for now." Logan replied, but not very convincingly.

Max went to the kitchen and hurriedly filled up a glass with water. Then, walking back to the bedroom, she took her supply of tryptophan out of her backpack.

"Logan," Max said as she pushed the glass of water into his shaking hand, "I need you to take a couple of these for me, 'kay?"

He looked at her, a little confused. "But, Max, this isn't going-"

"Just try it, please?" She pleaded with him. "I just have to make sure."

Logan nodded ever so slightly and sat partially up to take the medicine. When he was through, he lay back down and closed his eyes.

"Stay with me." He asked hoarsely.

Max grabbed his hand and offered what comfort she could. "I'm not going anywhere," she whispered.

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An hour later, Bling walked in. Max heard the door open and met him in the living room. She hated to leave Logan's side even for a minute, but she didn't want to disturb the fitful rest he was in.

Bling immediately noted the apprehensive look on Max's face and felt a sting of fear in his stomach. "What's wrong? Has something happened to Logan?"

"Yes. I need you to help me. We have to take Logan to Dr. Carr, right away. He's in the bedroom, and he's not in good shape." Max tried to keep the worry out of her voice, but was unsuccessful.

Bling quickly strode over to the bedroom door. As he was reaching out for the knob, Max grabbed his arm. Bling turned toward her with a questioning look on his face.

"Remember that transfusion I gave Logan a couple of months ago when he was in the hospital?" Max began. Bling nodded his head. "Well, that's what helped him start getting feeling back in his legs. About two weeks ago, I gave him another transfusion, thinking more of my supercharged blood would help him recover even quicker." Her face filled briefly with self-contempt, then she schooled it back into an almost unreadable expression.

"Well that explains how he's up and walking around like Superboy all of a sudden," Bling said.

"Yeah, but now there are complications. He's having seizures right now. Not bad, yet, but it's been getting worse." Max began to worry her lower lip.

"Ah, like your seizures. Well, did you give him some tryptophan? He should be fine-".

"Yeah, I tried that, but it didn't work," she interrupted. "And to be honest, I didn't really think it would. I have a neurological condition. My blood wouldn't cause him to have seizures like mine. But his body rejecting my blood would. That's why we need to get him to Dr. Carr soon." Max's voice cracked. "If something can't be done shortly, I think it's possible that he could go into a coma, and maybe die."