Wow, there are way too many Max/Alec stories on this site. And the weird
thing is that the majority of them used to be major Max/Logan fans! It
just not right. But you know what, even thought we're lacking in Max/Logan
fans, there are still so many reviewers! You gotta love that.
A/N: Just an explanation. Dramagal, Logan wasn't not concerned, he just wasn't able to see Max at the time. And a lot of you seem very concerned about Max dying, would I do that to you? **Queue evil laugh**
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Logan sat gripping Max's hand. She looked so pale, it didn't seem normal.
"Max, you should see her. She's gorgeous. She has the brightest eyes. . .she looks a lot like you." He stopped and held her hand tighter. "You have to wake up Max. I need you to wake up." He bent over the bed and sank his head into the crook of her neck. "I need you." He repeated.
"Sir?" Logan looked up. "Visiting hours are - " The nurse started.
"A few more minutes?" Logan asked her.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to leave." She said.
"Please. . ." Logan said pleadingly.
"Okay, I'll give you one minute." The nurse finally said, backing out of the room. Logan looked at Max.
"You'd think we'd catch a break." Logan said. "I love you Max. I. . .we need you to wake up." He finished. He stood and leant over, kissing her gently on the lips, before retreating out of the room. He looked at her through the glass pane.
"Mr Cale?" Logan turned.
"Doctor," He said. "Is she going to be okay?" Logan asked, feeling like he had asked that question too many times in the past few hours.
"She's lost a lot of blood. She'll need a transfusion, but the blood lines are all blocked up right now. I have to put her on the waiting list." Logan closed his eyes. He knew Max was a universal donor, but she couldn't receive blood from anyone. He had a feeling that she could only receive blood from a fellow X-5. He turned and looked at Max's peaceful figure.
"Phone?" Logan asked. The doctor pointed down the hall, and Logan headed in the vague direction.
Max's head was throbbing. She opened her eyes with difficulty, and even then her vision was blurred. She couldn't make out anything in front of her. She groaned. She sat up, ignoring the searing pain that she felt in her stomach. She closed her eyes, then opened them again. She focussed on the point in front of her, which she soon saw was a figure.
A man. She squinted, before gasping. The man standing at the foot of her bed was none other than Donald Lydecker.
Mwa! Ah! Ah! *Cough* *Choke* *Die* hehe. Sorry. R&R. . .please?
A/N: Just an explanation. Dramagal, Logan wasn't not concerned, he just wasn't able to see Max at the time. And a lot of you seem very concerned about Max dying, would I do that to you? **Queue evil laugh**
* * * * *
Logan sat gripping Max's hand. She looked so pale, it didn't seem normal.
"Max, you should see her. She's gorgeous. She has the brightest eyes. . .she looks a lot like you." He stopped and held her hand tighter. "You have to wake up Max. I need you to wake up." He bent over the bed and sank his head into the crook of her neck. "I need you." He repeated.
"Sir?" Logan looked up. "Visiting hours are - " The nurse started.
"A few more minutes?" Logan asked her.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to leave." She said.
"Please. . ." Logan said pleadingly.
"Okay, I'll give you one minute." The nurse finally said, backing out of the room. Logan looked at Max.
"You'd think we'd catch a break." Logan said. "I love you Max. I. . .we need you to wake up." He finished. He stood and leant over, kissing her gently on the lips, before retreating out of the room. He looked at her through the glass pane.
"Mr Cale?" Logan turned.
"Doctor," He said. "Is she going to be okay?" Logan asked, feeling like he had asked that question too many times in the past few hours.
"She's lost a lot of blood. She'll need a transfusion, but the blood lines are all blocked up right now. I have to put her on the waiting list." Logan closed his eyes. He knew Max was a universal donor, but she couldn't receive blood from anyone. He had a feeling that she could only receive blood from a fellow X-5. He turned and looked at Max's peaceful figure.
"Phone?" Logan asked. The doctor pointed down the hall, and Logan headed in the vague direction.
Max's head was throbbing. She opened her eyes with difficulty, and even then her vision was blurred. She couldn't make out anything in front of her. She groaned. She sat up, ignoring the searing pain that she felt in her stomach. She closed her eyes, then opened them again. She focussed on the point in front of her, which she soon saw was a figure.
A man. She squinted, before gasping. The man standing at the foot of her bed was none other than Donald Lydecker.
Mwa! Ah! Ah! *Cough* *Choke* *Die* hehe. Sorry. R&R. . .please?