Just have fun reading it!! Some slight changes to my earlier version.
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Max woke up with the sun warming her face, at first she was confused when she heard the soft respiration of another person next to her. Her instincts made her jump a little, then she looked at the person and saw Logan sleeping soundly next to her, his face turned towards her.
She remembered and carefully checked him closer, he seemed to have slept all night, his face was still pale and his features were marked with pain. But at least he had found some rest and peace.
She felt symapthy well up and had to restrict herself not to embrace him and make all his pain go away. She couldn't do that, she'd never been able to do that before. God, he had hurt her so often, pretending to be able to deal with his pain alone, and though she knew he couldn't, she'd always let go, never pressed him to talk to her, admit he might need her support. Things would have been so much easier. Why did he never realize she could see right through him, did he really think she was too tough-assed to notice how much he hurt? Or didn't he trust her? Didn't he think she would understand him, still lo...accept him, even though he had weaknesses? Would he ever allow her in, ever let her care? Or would his stupid pride, this stupid chair prove to be too much for her to overcome?
Or was it her fault? Was she just not meant to deal with human emotions. She had been designed to be a soldier, maybe Manticore hadn't implanted the genes which were responsible for th ability to comfort other people.
"Damn it Logan." She whispered and then carefully not to wake him, sat up. She still wore her clothes from last night and decided to have a shower first. Silently she got herself one of his shirts and boxers and went to the guest bathroom, hoping he wouldn't wake up at the sounds of the shower running.
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Logan slowly opened his eyes, when he tried to move a sharp pain shot through his chest and he hissed. When the pain had subsided he took in his suroundings, and slowly the events of the last day came back. But now he was in his own bed and found that he couldn't move. Why the hell was his sleeping on his side, he never did, it just required too much effort to reach that position. He couldn't use his arms to push himself on his back, it just hurt too much. Then again it didn't matter, if his arms were too weak too get him in another position, they wouldn't help him get in his chair either, let alone go anywhere. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, but only for a moment, then the pictures of him killing would be there and his eyes shot open, sweat forming on his forehead, heart pounding.
That wasn't helping, he had to get out of that bed. Slowly, gritting his teeth, he inched his dead weight towards the edge of the bed and prepared himself for the transfer. Of course he didn't have the strength! He had known it right away, but had been to stubborn to admit it to himself. So he felthimself falling, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Logan!" Max stormed into the room, she'd heard his gulping for air from the hall already. "Are you OK?"
"Max," he managed to whisper.
"It's ok, I'm here."
"What...?"
"Don't think. It's all over. How are you doing?"
"Can't move..." He'd never admitted something like that before.
"I can help you..." Her voice was soft, she was afraid of his reaction.
But he just nodded, and she thought she'd even seen a tear in his eye, though she wasn't sure if it was due to exhaustion, pain or embarrassment.
"Do you want me to help you into your chair?" she gently asked.
"What time is it? Bling should..."
"Bling's not here right now, but I am. Let me do it!" Her voice was louder than she had intended it to be. "Look, I know you. I know so much about you, and I'm still here, nothing's gonna change the fact that I accept you completely, the way you are. It's not like when you pretend it's not there, your disability disappears. I've actually noticed. As much as you hate it, I know that there are times and situations when you might need help, just as I do, as any person does. So let me help you, aiight?" The time that passed seem to be an eternity, but finally he answered.
"Ok..." He shyly smiled at her. "I'm sorry, it's just..."
"Your pride, I know. Oughta be a male thing." She held out her hand, only to learn how much even trying to raise his arm and taking hers cost him. "Damn Logan, you gotta see Sam. Who knows what happened to your shoulder."
"And what am I gonna tell him? I fought four men intending to kill a gentically engineered killing machine who seized too much to fight, a little boy and me? And that I did the job but was hit by a bullet?" He winced when she carried him to his wheelchair.
"If that's what it takes to get care, yeah. Otherwise you should go by just saying you got hurt and asking Sam not to ask any questions. He is used to that by now." She looked at him worriedly. That wasn't good. "You think you can make it to the hospital? Look kinda sick..."
"Might wanna help me to the bathrom first, or get me a bucket...quickly..." Max wheeled him to the bathroom and positioned him next to the toilet. Then she supported him when he was sick.
"Ok, I'm ok." He coughed and Max wordlessly washed his face with a wet towel. "I can do that much." He grabbed the towel with his right hand, moving slowly. "I know you just wanna help Max, and I'm grateful, but could you still leave me alone for a few minutes..." His gaze was intend and pleading. "Please."
"I'll be outside, call me if..."
"Ok." She closed the door behind her and sank to the floor next to the bathroom again. Same place as last night, and she hadn't come much closer to Logan. She could hear him wince and grunt inside. Damn stubborness.
But then again, she understood him. This was his privacy. It had probably been invaded a lot after the accident, and must have left him feel dependent and vulnerable. She couldn't expect him to let his guards down just like that.
After she'd heard the toilet flush and his curses when moving to the sink, she went to the kitchen and got busy with the coffeemaker. He would probably appreciate a cup of hot coffee.
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Aiight folks, sorry it takes me so long to update- school's a bitch these days!!!Please R&R and be patient. I'm gonna continue for sure.
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Max woke up with the sun warming her face, at first she was confused when she heard the soft respiration of another person next to her. Her instincts made her jump a little, then she looked at the person and saw Logan sleeping soundly next to her, his face turned towards her.
She remembered and carefully checked him closer, he seemed to have slept all night, his face was still pale and his features were marked with pain. But at least he had found some rest and peace.
She felt symapthy well up and had to restrict herself not to embrace him and make all his pain go away. She couldn't do that, she'd never been able to do that before. God, he had hurt her so often, pretending to be able to deal with his pain alone, and though she knew he couldn't, she'd always let go, never pressed him to talk to her, admit he might need her support. Things would have been so much easier. Why did he never realize she could see right through him, did he really think she was too tough-assed to notice how much he hurt? Or didn't he trust her? Didn't he think she would understand him, still lo...accept him, even though he had weaknesses? Would he ever allow her in, ever let her care? Or would his stupid pride, this stupid chair prove to be too much for her to overcome?
Or was it her fault? Was she just not meant to deal with human emotions. She had been designed to be a soldier, maybe Manticore hadn't implanted the genes which were responsible for th ability to comfort other people.
"Damn it Logan." She whispered and then carefully not to wake him, sat up. She still wore her clothes from last night and decided to have a shower first. Silently she got herself one of his shirts and boxers and went to the guest bathroom, hoping he wouldn't wake up at the sounds of the shower running.
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Logan slowly opened his eyes, when he tried to move a sharp pain shot through his chest and he hissed. When the pain had subsided he took in his suroundings, and slowly the events of the last day came back. But now he was in his own bed and found that he couldn't move. Why the hell was his sleeping on his side, he never did, it just required too much effort to reach that position. He couldn't use his arms to push himself on his back, it just hurt too much. Then again it didn't matter, if his arms were too weak too get him in another position, they wouldn't help him get in his chair either, let alone go anywhere. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, but only for a moment, then the pictures of him killing would be there and his eyes shot open, sweat forming on his forehead, heart pounding.
That wasn't helping, he had to get out of that bed. Slowly, gritting his teeth, he inched his dead weight towards the edge of the bed and prepared himself for the transfer. Of course he didn't have the strength! He had known it right away, but had been to stubborn to admit it to himself. So he felthimself falling, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Logan!" Max stormed into the room, she'd heard his gulping for air from the hall already. "Are you OK?"
"Max," he managed to whisper.
"It's ok, I'm here."
"What...?"
"Don't think. It's all over. How are you doing?"
"Can't move..." He'd never admitted something like that before.
"I can help you..." Her voice was soft, she was afraid of his reaction.
But he just nodded, and she thought she'd even seen a tear in his eye, though she wasn't sure if it was due to exhaustion, pain or embarrassment.
"Do you want me to help you into your chair?" she gently asked.
"What time is it? Bling should..."
"Bling's not here right now, but I am. Let me do it!" Her voice was louder than she had intended it to be. "Look, I know you. I know so much about you, and I'm still here, nothing's gonna change the fact that I accept you completely, the way you are. It's not like when you pretend it's not there, your disability disappears. I've actually noticed. As much as you hate it, I know that there are times and situations when you might need help, just as I do, as any person does. So let me help you, aiight?" The time that passed seem to be an eternity, but finally he answered.
"Ok..." He shyly smiled at her. "I'm sorry, it's just..."
"Your pride, I know. Oughta be a male thing." She held out her hand, only to learn how much even trying to raise his arm and taking hers cost him. "Damn Logan, you gotta see Sam. Who knows what happened to your shoulder."
"And what am I gonna tell him? I fought four men intending to kill a gentically engineered killing machine who seized too much to fight, a little boy and me? And that I did the job but was hit by a bullet?" He winced when she carried him to his wheelchair.
"If that's what it takes to get care, yeah. Otherwise you should go by just saying you got hurt and asking Sam not to ask any questions. He is used to that by now." She looked at him worriedly. That wasn't good. "You think you can make it to the hospital? Look kinda sick..."
"Might wanna help me to the bathrom first, or get me a bucket...quickly..." Max wheeled him to the bathroom and positioned him next to the toilet. Then she supported him when he was sick.
"Ok, I'm ok." He coughed and Max wordlessly washed his face with a wet towel. "I can do that much." He grabbed the towel with his right hand, moving slowly. "I know you just wanna help Max, and I'm grateful, but could you still leave me alone for a few minutes..." His gaze was intend and pleading. "Please."
"I'll be outside, call me if..."
"Ok." She closed the door behind her and sank to the floor next to the bathroom again. Same place as last night, and she hadn't come much closer to Logan. She could hear him wince and grunt inside. Damn stubborness.
But then again, she understood him. This was his privacy. It had probably been invaded a lot after the accident, and must have left him feel dependent and vulnerable. She couldn't expect him to let his guards down just like that.
After she'd heard the toilet flush and his curses when moving to the sink, she went to the kitchen and got busy with the coffeemaker. He would probably appreciate a cup of hot coffee.
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Aiight folks, sorry it takes me so long to update- school's a bitch these days!!!Please R&R and be patient. I'm gonna continue for sure.