Title: Dreams
Author: UNKNOWN
Disclaimer: Sadly, the show belongs to people who don't know what's good for it.
A/N: Two chapters in one day, I'm doing good! It's a bit longer than the others. Hope you like it!
Cindy knocked on the bathroom door. "Boo, you OK in there?"
"Huh?"
Cindy raised her voice and repeated her question. "I said 'are you OK?'" She was answered by a gagging sound from Max.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Max answered when she finished puking. She wasn't sure, though. This was her fifth trip to the bathroom this since she woke up.
"Well I'm gonna go make breakfast." Cindy called through the door. "Want anything?" More gagging. "I'll take that as a 'no'". She said, and headed to the kitchen.
Max emerged from the bathroom about ten minutes later, after taking a shower to wash her hair. She sat down at the counter.
"I don't know what's wrong with me." She said after Cindy had sat down with her breakfast. "I just woke up and was sick." She hadn't told Cindy about the dream.
"Know what I think it is?" Cindy asked between bites.
"What?"
"Well, I heard that, sometimes, when you get all sad and depressed, you'll get sick because of it. I think that's what's happening since you're all depressed about breaking up with Logan."
"Maybe. But if it's not gone by tomorrow, I'm seeing a doctor. I can't go through this every day." She got up and went back to her room.
"Oh!" Max opened the door and popped her head back out. "I almost forgot. Tell Normal I've got the flu and won't be coming in today."
"Sure thing, boo." said Cindy. "Sure thing."
"Thanks." Max smiled and shut the door.
Max seemed fine the rest of the day, but the next morning she was sick all over again. She decided to pay a visit to Dr. Carr, the only doctor she knew she could trust.
"Hey Max." Dr. Carr said as he walked into the room. "You were in here just a few months ago, weren't you? What's the problem this time?" He began checking her eyes, ears, ect.
"Well Doc…" She paused as he checked her throat. "I've been throwing up a lot in the past few days, and I want to know why."
"Well, you might just have a sour stomach, but I'll take some blood and run some tests, just in case it's more than that." He turned and picked up a syringe from a metal tray. Max rolled up her sleeve.
"So how are things with you and Logan? Solved this virus thing yet?" Dr. Carr asked as he drew the blood.
"Logan and I broke up, because of the virus." Max did not like this subject. Dr. Carr must have picked up on this because he just said "Oh." and finished in silence.
"Well, that's it." He said, pulling the needle from Max's arm. "I'll send this off to the lab, and we should have the results back in a few days."
"And what do I do till then?" Max asked.
"You take this." He said, handing her a large bottle full of a thick pink liquid. "When you feel sick, drink a capful of this medicine. It should make you feel better."
"Thanks Doc." Max said. She grabbed her coat and headed out the door.
**********
Max waited for his call. One day passed, then two, then three. Finally on the fourth day he called.
"Max, your results came back."
"And…" Max prompted. She was still getting sick and really wanted to know why.
"I think you may want to come look at this yourself…"
A/N: Ooh, cliffhanger! Well, actually, I think it's really obvious by know what's wrong with Max…or is it? Yeah, it is, but there may be a little surprise you weren't expecting…Anyway, look for the next chapter tomorrow, which is probably going to be really short. After that I'll write a chapter on Logan's POV of this whole thing. More shippery goodness to come!
Author: UNKNOWN
Disclaimer: Sadly, the show belongs to people who don't know what's good for it.
A/N: Two chapters in one day, I'm doing good! It's a bit longer than the others. Hope you like it!
Cindy knocked on the bathroom door. "Boo, you OK in there?"
"Huh?"
Cindy raised her voice and repeated her question. "I said 'are you OK?'" She was answered by a gagging sound from Max.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Max answered when she finished puking. She wasn't sure, though. This was her fifth trip to the bathroom this since she woke up.
"Well I'm gonna go make breakfast." Cindy called through the door. "Want anything?" More gagging. "I'll take that as a 'no'". She said, and headed to the kitchen.
Max emerged from the bathroom about ten minutes later, after taking a shower to wash her hair. She sat down at the counter.
"I don't know what's wrong with me." She said after Cindy had sat down with her breakfast. "I just woke up and was sick." She hadn't told Cindy about the dream.
"Know what I think it is?" Cindy asked between bites.
"What?"
"Well, I heard that, sometimes, when you get all sad and depressed, you'll get sick because of it. I think that's what's happening since you're all depressed about breaking up with Logan."
"Maybe. But if it's not gone by tomorrow, I'm seeing a doctor. I can't go through this every day." She got up and went back to her room.
"Oh!" Max opened the door and popped her head back out. "I almost forgot. Tell Normal I've got the flu and won't be coming in today."
"Sure thing, boo." said Cindy. "Sure thing."
"Thanks." Max smiled and shut the door.
Max seemed fine the rest of the day, but the next morning she was sick all over again. She decided to pay a visit to Dr. Carr, the only doctor she knew she could trust.
"Hey Max." Dr. Carr said as he walked into the room. "You were in here just a few months ago, weren't you? What's the problem this time?" He began checking her eyes, ears, ect.
"Well Doc…" She paused as he checked her throat. "I've been throwing up a lot in the past few days, and I want to know why."
"Well, you might just have a sour stomach, but I'll take some blood and run some tests, just in case it's more than that." He turned and picked up a syringe from a metal tray. Max rolled up her sleeve.
"So how are things with you and Logan? Solved this virus thing yet?" Dr. Carr asked as he drew the blood.
"Logan and I broke up, because of the virus." Max did not like this subject. Dr. Carr must have picked up on this because he just said "Oh." and finished in silence.
"Well, that's it." He said, pulling the needle from Max's arm. "I'll send this off to the lab, and we should have the results back in a few days."
"And what do I do till then?" Max asked.
"You take this." He said, handing her a large bottle full of a thick pink liquid. "When you feel sick, drink a capful of this medicine. It should make you feel better."
"Thanks Doc." Max said. She grabbed her coat and headed out the door.
**********
Max waited for his call. One day passed, then two, then three. Finally on the fourth day he called.
"Max, your results came back."
"And…" Max prompted. She was still getting sick and really wanted to know why.
"I think you may want to come look at this yourself…"
A/N: Ooh, cliffhanger! Well, actually, I think it's really obvious by know what's wrong with Max…or is it? Yeah, it is, but there may be a little surprise you weren't expecting…Anyway, look for the next chapter tomorrow, which is probably going to be really short. After that I'll write a chapter on Logan's POV of this whole thing. More shippery goodness to come!