Chapter 7: Coma
Two months had passed and Max had done precisely that. Forgotten that she was pregnant. Or simply refused to acknowledge the fact. Ever since the kidnapping she had most of her waking and sleeping hours in the bedroom. A heavy silence settled over the penthouse as her tears refused to flow, and she lay in a deep depression, on the verge of or in a coma like state.
Logan was holding up better then was to be expected. Since Max had stopped talking at all a month ago, he had almost fallen into the same state of depression that Max had. Luckily he had some faithful friends, and Bling and the others had noticed and were able to draw him out of it. Max wasn't so lucky.
"How're you holding up?" the doctor doing an ultrasound on Max asked. Her name was Caroline Avela. Logan had called her up, remembering her from his days in college. She was a great doctor, and Logan would only allow the best and most trustworthy into his home to check on Max.
Logan rubbed his face tiredly, "Not too bad, considering." he replied, sighing as he shifted position next to the bed, and Max, as to get more comfortable.
Caroline smiled sympathetically, then, turning to the portable monitors, said, "Everything seems to be going perfectly. The only problem is, the birth. The condition she's in...we might have to do a c- section."
"That's probably the best idea."
"You realize she's in a semi comatose state, don't you?"
Logan's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he responded. "Yes. So the doctors have said..."
"You might be taking care of this baby alone." she said as gently as possible, as Logan slumped over in his chair.
"No, no alone." Original Cindy announced, knocking on the door frame. Logan looked up, tears of gratitude in his eyes. Kendra and Cindy entered and sat next to him.
"Not alone." he repeated, this time looking at the doctor, as his mouth gave a twitch that might have been the beginnings of a smile.
"Looks like your in good hands." Avela told him as she stood up and gathered her equipment together. "Make sure you call me at the slightest change. If I don't hear from you, I'll be by in about a month."
"Thank you so much..." Logan began, but she cut him off with a smile and a nod.
"Anytime. Now you get some rest, ok?"
"Yeah." he replied, overcome by a sudden yawn.
"Take care." with a wave to Kendra and Cindy, Caroline left the room and let herself out. ((poor guy...all he's been through...))
Logan meanwhile, turned to Original Cindy and Kendra, his eyes shinning with unshed tears. "Thank you."
"Anything." Kendra told him, and Cindy replied,
"Anything we can do to help...our boo."
His faint whisper hung in the still air. "Thank you."
end chapter 7
Two months had passed and Max had done precisely that. Forgotten that she was pregnant. Or simply refused to acknowledge the fact. Ever since the kidnapping she had most of her waking and sleeping hours in the bedroom. A heavy silence settled over the penthouse as her tears refused to flow, and she lay in a deep depression, on the verge of or in a coma like state.
Logan was holding up better then was to be expected. Since Max had stopped talking at all a month ago, he had almost fallen into the same state of depression that Max had. Luckily he had some faithful friends, and Bling and the others had noticed and were able to draw him out of it. Max wasn't so lucky.
"How're you holding up?" the doctor doing an ultrasound on Max asked. Her name was Caroline Avela. Logan had called her up, remembering her from his days in college. She was a great doctor, and Logan would only allow the best and most trustworthy into his home to check on Max.
Logan rubbed his face tiredly, "Not too bad, considering." he replied, sighing as he shifted position next to the bed, and Max, as to get more comfortable.
Caroline smiled sympathetically, then, turning to the portable monitors, said, "Everything seems to be going perfectly. The only problem is, the birth. The condition she's in...we might have to do a c- section."
"That's probably the best idea."
"You realize she's in a semi comatose state, don't you?"
Logan's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he responded. "Yes. So the doctors have said..."
"You might be taking care of this baby alone." she said as gently as possible, as Logan slumped over in his chair.
"No, no alone." Original Cindy announced, knocking on the door frame. Logan looked up, tears of gratitude in his eyes. Kendra and Cindy entered and sat next to him.
"Not alone." he repeated, this time looking at the doctor, as his mouth gave a twitch that might have been the beginnings of a smile.
"Looks like your in good hands." Avela told him as she stood up and gathered her equipment together. "Make sure you call me at the slightest change. If I don't hear from you, I'll be by in about a month."
"Thank you so much..." Logan began, but she cut him off with a smile and a nod.
"Anytime. Now you get some rest, ok?"
"Yeah." he replied, overcome by a sudden yawn.
"Take care." with a wave to Kendra and Cindy, Caroline left the room and let herself out. ((poor guy...all he's been through...))
Logan meanwhile, turned to Original Cindy and Kendra, his eyes shinning with unshed tears. "Thank you."
"Anything." Kendra told him, and Cindy replied,
"Anything we can do to help...our boo."
His faint whisper hung in the still air. "Thank you."
end chapter 7
