So the saga continues. Hope you've liked it so far. Well here goes. Oh, and I gave the guy a name.
"Logan!?"
"Max!?".....................
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"What are you doin here?" What the heck!
"Why didn't you try to contact me?"
"Hey ahhh, Jordan, can you help me here." He rushed over, and put her in a sitting position.
"Max, what happened?" He still hadn't moved. Jordan walked over to Logan and whispered in his ear. His face suddenly showed even more surprise, and he looked at Jordan, then at Max. Slowly he walked over to Max's bed, and stood over her a second. She couldn't look at him. She's not important anymore. He sat down on the bed. Neither said a word. Finally, he put his hands on her face, and put his forehead against hers. They sat there a moment like that. Jordan left, but before closing the door, he looked at them. They both seemed to love each other so much. So sad, what they had to endure. He sighed and closed the door.
Logan's eyes teared up. "Max. Why didn't you tell me?"
"How could I?"
"Why?"
"Becuase."
"Tell me."
"Cause I'm not complete anymore. I can't even feed myself." She was angry, and it showed.
"How can you say that? You can get over this, like everything else."
"How can I?"
"You can, and you will. That still doesn't answer my question." She looked at him, then looked away. "Max?"
"Why would you want someone like me? I can't take care of myself! You have to take care of me like some kind of invalid! I would be a burden. It would be too much. You would grow to resent me. And I can't handle that. I hate it that I can't move. I wish that bullet had killed me. I'm no use anymore, insignificant." She started to cry.
"Don't talk like that. Remember what you said about me, being in a wheelchair?"
"That was different, you can move your upper body. I can't move anything. Nothing."
"Max, I love you more than life itself. Do you know how much it hurts me to hear you talk like that? I don't care if you can move or not. That doesn't matter. What matters is that you are alive. You're alive Max. And how can you ever think that I would not love you anymore because of this?"
"Because I don't even care about myself anymore." Upon her face was a look of acceptence. "What does anything matter anymore."
"Stop Ax, please." The tears flowed down his face. He put his lips up to hers and softly kissed her, then with more passion and determination. He put his head next to hers, forehead resting on her shoulder. "There's so much to live for. Max, live for me, please. I can't live without you." They stayed like that, unmoving, quiet. Thinking. Wishing things were different. Both feeling the pain.
Jordan walked in. "I'll help you get her to the car." Logan finally sat up.
"Yeah, ok. I've got to make a call first." He walked out of the room. Jordan looked at her and smiled consolingly.
"You OK?"
"Why'd you bring him here?"
"It's for your own good. You'll thank me later." Logan walked back in. "You ready?"
"Yeah." Together they carried her to Logan's car. She hated the feeling of not being able to walk. She said nothing. They set her down in the front seat, and strapped her in. Jordan closed the door.
"Well, good luck." He smiled at her. "Maybe I'll come visit sometime huh?"
"Sure."
"Well, bye." Logan shook his hand before getting in.
"Thank you."
"Hey no problem. Just glad I could help." He waved as they drove off.
"You ok?"
"I'm fine, considering I'm paralyzed." He didn't say anything. He let her sulk, and feel sorry for herself. She would eventually come out of it. He did. They got to his apartment and Original Cindy was there, waiting.
"Oh my God boo!" She gasped.
"Hey C." Logan and C both carried Max to his apartment, and put her in his bed.
"We'll be out here if you need anything." Logan gave a small smile, and C kissed her on the cheek. Then the both of them walked out of the room. Max could hear them. At least the bullet didn't damage that.
"I don't know what to do? Do you think you can stay here awhile?"
"Of course, I would do anything for my girl. I'm just happy she's alive."
"Yeah well she doesn't seem to think that." He sighed. "She didn't even call me."
"Look, she'll snap out of it. If I know my girl she'll be sarcastic and kickin butt in no time."
"I don't care if she's paralyzed. But she does, and I can't tell her otherwise."
"Look, girls just stubborn. It'll all be cool soon."
"I hope so."
So, what do you think of my story so far? Cool? Hot? or just warm?
"Logan!?"
"Max!?".....................
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"What are you doin here?" What the heck!
"Why didn't you try to contact me?"
"Hey ahhh, Jordan, can you help me here." He rushed over, and put her in a sitting position.
"Max, what happened?" He still hadn't moved. Jordan walked over to Logan and whispered in his ear. His face suddenly showed even more surprise, and he looked at Jordan, then at Max. Slowly he walked over to Max's bed, and stood over her a second. She couldn't look at him. She's not important anymore. He sat down on the bed. Neither said a word. Finally, he put his hands on her face, and put his forehead against hers. They sat there a moment like that. Jordan left, but before closing the door, he looked at them. They both seemed to love each other so much. So sad, what they had to endure. He sighed and closed the door.
Logan's eyes teared up. "Max. Why didn't you tell me?"
"How could I?"
"Why?"
"Becuase."
"Tell me."
"Cause I'm not complete anymore. I can't even feed myself." She was angry, and it showed.
"How can you say that? You can get over this, like everything else."
"How can I?"
"You can, and you will. That still doesn't answer my question." She looked at him, then looked away. "Max?"
"Why would you want someone like me? I can't take care of myself! You have to take care of me like some kind of invalid! I would be a burden. It would be too much. You would grow to resent me. And I can't handle that. I hate it that I can't move. I wish that bullet had killed me. I'm no use anymore, insignificant." She started to cry.
"Don't talk like that. Remember what you said about me, being in a wheelchair?"
"That was different, you can move your upper body. I can't move anything. Nothing."
"Max, I love you more than life itself. Do you know how much it hurts me to hear you talk like that? I don't care if you can move or not. That doesn't matter. What matters is that you are alive. You're alive Max. And how can you ever think that I would not love you anymore because of this?"
"Because I don't even care about myself anymore." Upon her face was a look of acceptence. "What does anything matter anymore."
"Stop Ax, please." The tears flowed down his face. He put his lips up to hers and softly kissed her, then with more passion and determination. He put his head next to hers, forehead resting on her shoulder. "There's so much to live for. Max, live for me, please. I can't live without you." They stayed like that, unmoving, quiet. Thinking. Wishing things were different. Both feeling the pain.
Jordan walked in. "I'll help you get her to the car." Logan finally sat up.
"Yeah, ok. I've got to make a call first." He walked out of the room. Jordan looked at her and smiled consolingly.
"You OK?"
"Why'd you bring him here?"
"It's for your own good. You'll thank me later." Logan walked back in. "You ready?"
"Yeah." Together they carried her to Logan's car. She hated the feeling of not being able to walk. She said nothing. They set her down in the front seat, and strapped her in. Jordan closed the door.
"Well, good luck." He smiled at her. "Maybe I'll come visit sometime huh?"
"Sure."
"Well, bye." Logan shook his hand before getting in.
"Thank you."
"Hey no problem. Just glad I could help." He waved as they drove off.
"You ok?"
"I'm fine, considering I'm paralyzed." He didn't say anything. He let her sulk, and feel sorry for herself. She would eventually come out of it. He did. They got to his apartment and Original Cindy was there, waiting.
"Oh my God boo!" She gasped.
"Hey C." Logan and C both carried Max to his apartment, and put her in his bed.
"We'll be out here if you need anything." Logan gave a small smile, and C kissed her on the cheek. Then the both of them walked out of the room. Max could hear them. At least the bullet didn't damage that.
"I don't know what to do? Do you think you can stay here awhile?"
"Of course, I would do anything for my girl. I'm just happy she's alive."
"Yeah well she doesn't seem to think that." He sighed. "She didn't even call me."
"Look, she'll snap out of it. If I know my girl she'll be sarcastic and kickin butt in no time."
"I don't care if she's paralyzed. But she does, and I can't tell her otherwise."
"Look, girls just stubborn. It'll all be cool soon."
"I hope so."
So, what do you think of my story so far? Cool? Hot? or just warm?