This takes place in Cape Haven and it is just gonna be a short piece about the scenes missing.
Have fun!!
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The evening after the pool incident
When Max returned home there was no sign of Logan in the living room. She let out a sigh, not quite sure if she should be grateful for not having to deal with his pissy mood or if she should be worried. She knew the whole thing must have affected him deeply, she couldn't even begin to imagine how embarassing it must have been, especially for him, Mister-If-I-pretend-I'm-fine-others-won't-notice-I-hurt.
With her enhanced hearing she made out a sound from the sleeping room, but couldn't quite say what he was up to. She decided to give him some time. Noisily she started a fire and then sat down in a cozy armchair next to it.
It was only half past eight, they hadn't eaten and he couldn't really be that childish and stay in there all evening long.
Half an hour passed and there still was no sign of him. Her stomach now rumbled loudly and she decided to face the issue head on, she was tired of pretending.
"Logan!" She knocked, but there was no answer. "Are you in there?" Stupid question, of course he was. "I'm coming in!" No word from behind the door.
So she opened the door and stormed in, but stopped in her tracks when she fond him sitting on the cold floor next to the window. "What the hell is going on?"
Finally he looked up, his eyes dark with anger and fury. "Just leave. I wanna be alone."
"Not before you told me what happened."
Logan tried to control his anger, he knew he had no right to blame her. But right now, she was the only target he could get hold of.
After Max had helped him back into his chair in that bar, he'd gone straight home. He didn't want to have to face another person, he had felt like everybody knew what just had happened by only looking at him.
He had taken falls from his chair more times than he liked to count, but it had either happened in his own apartment, or playing basketball. He had never had an audience like that, and the fact that Max took care of those guys before he could manage to get into his chair made the whole thing look even more pathetic.
He had gone straight to his bedroom and for the next hour or so just stared out the window, trying to control his anger and desperation. In the end he had lost that battle. Without thinking clearly, he had grabbed the window-sill after placing his feet on the floor and had tried to push himself up, screaming. For the spilt of a second he had the feeling that he could support himself, but before he could even finish that thought he felt himself falling instead. He had hit the floor hard, and was disgusted by the fact that he didn't even feel it. He wished so hard for the pain, just one sign that his body wasn't entirely useless and dead - nothing.
Furiously he had pushed the wheelchair away, then he said still, the blackness engulfing him once more. Far away, he could hear Max rummaging in the living room, and finally the knock on his door. But he was to far gone to respond. He just felt too exhausted, he didn't have the strength to deal with her or his fate right now.
But Max didn't give up that easily, and finally he snapped out of his trance. "Just leave. I wanna be alone."
"Ok, you don't wanna get it,huh? I won't ask what just happened or why you are acting like a dope. But you can't take me on vacation, working vacation or not, and then not feed me, aiight?"
Logan looked up at her, his eyes still clouded, but at least he registered her presence. "Ok. Gimme a minute, please."
Max nodded, but before she left, she rolled his chair closer so he could transfer. "Want me to start boiling water?"
"If you want pasta..."
Max nodded in satisfaction. There was nothing more she could do right now, at least he wasn't going to drown in self-pity – not tonight.
TBC
Have fun!!
**
The evening after the pool incident
When Max returned home there was no sign of Logan in the living room. She let out a sigh, not quite sure if she should be grateful for not having to deal with his pissy mood or if she should be worried. She knew the whole thing must have affected him deeply, she couldn't even begin to imagine how embarassing it must have been, especially for him, Mister-If-I-pretend-I'm-fine-others-won't-notice-I-hurt.
With her enhanced hearing she made out a sound from the sleeping room, but couldn't quite say what he was up to. She decided to give him some time. Noisily she started a fire and then sat down in a cozy armchair next to it.
It was only half past eight, they hadn't eaten and he couldn't really be that childish and stay in there all evening long.
Half an hour passed and there still was no sign of him. Her stomach now rumbled loudly and she decided to face the issue head on, she was tired of pretending.
"Logan!" She knocked, but there was no answer. "Are you in there?" Stupid question, of course he was. "I'm coming in!" No word from behind the door.
So she opened the door and stormed in, but stopped in her tracks when she fond him sitting on the cold floor next to the window. "What the hell is going on?"
Finally he looked up, his eyes dark with anger and fury. "Just leave. I wanna be alone."
"Not before you told me what happened."
Logan tried to control his anger, he knew he had no right to blame her. But right now, she was the only target he could get hold of.
After Max had helped him back into his chair in that bar, he'd gone straight home. He didn't want to have to face another person, he had felt like everybody knew what just had happened by only looking at him.
He had taken falls from his chair more times than he liked to count, but it had either happened in his own apartment, or playing basketball. He had never had an audience like that, and the fact that Max took care of those guys before he could manage to get into his chair made the whole thing look even more pathetic.
He had gone straight to his bedroom and for the next hour or so just stared out the window, trying to control his anger and desperation. In the end he had lost that battle. Without thinking clearly, he had grabbed the window-sill after placing his feet on the floor and had tried to push himself up, screaming. For the spilt of a second he had the feeling that he could support himself, but before he could even finish that thought he felt himself falling instead. He had hit the floor hard, and was disgusted by the fact that he didn't even feel it. He wished so hard for the pain, just one sign that his body wasn't entirely useless and dead - nothing.
Furiously he had pushed the wheelchair away, then he said still, the blackness engulfing him once more. Far away, he could hear Max rummaging in the living room, and finally the knock on his door. But he was to far gone to respond. He just felt too exhausted, he didn't have the strength to deal with her or his fate right now.
But Max didn't give up that easily, and finally he snapped out of his trance. "Just leave. I wanna be alone."
"Ok, you don't wanna get it,huh? I won't ask what just happened or why you are acting like a dope. But you can't take me on vacation, working vacation or not, and then not feed me, aiight?"
Logan looked up at her, his eyes still clouded, but at least he registered her presence. "Ok. Gimme a minute, please."
Max nodded, but before she left, she rolled his chair closer so he could transfer. "Want me to start boiling water?"
"If you want pasta..."
Max nodded in satisfaction. There was nothing more she could do right now, at least he wasn't going to drown in self-pity – not tonight.
TBC