Disclaimer: See chapter 1
Hi there! First of all thank you very much for your reviews. I'd like to apologise for the confusing changes in tenses and all the other mistakes. After all, English is not my first language, so my grammar is not that good. But I'll try to improve it. And hopefully I'll soon figure out how to structure the texts, in order to make them easier to read.
By the way- I did not tell where exactly in season 1 this story begins as I don't want to be compromised by what has happened yet- or hasn't. You'll find out along the way.
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Chapter 2
After Bling had cleaned the dishes and Logan had finally emerged from the bathroom, they started their daily therapy session. They began with some easy stretching. Logan stretched his upper body, while Bling worked on his legs.
After some minutes of boring repeats, Logan impatiently leaned over and reached for some weights that were settled on the bars at the side of the bench. A sharp pain shot through his upper back. He flinched and let go of the weight which banged back onto its bar. Bling let go of his leg and threw him a pissed look.
"I would appreciate you concentrating on what's going on down here, you can do your weights later!" he declared.
Logan let go of the weights but Bling caught him roll his eyes.
"What is it?" he blurted. "This does not work just by the way! You have to concentrate and help me, all right?!" He was really getting angry now. Logan's 'I could not care less' attitude which he had been displaying ever since Bling had walked through the door was getting on his nerves.
"Hey man, calm down, no need to shout!"...Logan answered, adjusting his position. He was tired and grumble and the only thing he could think of right now was going to bed.
".And concentrate on what?" he added grumbly. "My stupid legs? I don't even feel them, remember??!"
He crossed his arms in front of his chest, nearly loosing balance on the table. He quickly grabbed the edge of the bench, to catch his fall. Embarrassed he looked down at his feet, which were now dangling lifelessly in front of him.
"I am tired of this, " he exclaimed. " It's just a waste of time anyway."
Bling stood up and towered up before him. Here we go again!, he thought.
"Whoa, wait a minute", he said, trying to calm his voice as much as possible, "so we are back at pitying ourselves again? I thought we were done with that!?-.. Maybe you want me to leave you alone, so you can fully concentrate on your misery?!" he added harshly.
Logan's jaw tightened and he averted his eyes, only to stare at the blank wall in front of him, avoiding to look into his therapist's eyes.
Bling had seen this look a thousand times before. He knew he had hurt his friend's feelings. But this had proved to be the only way to get him focused again, in situations like this.
"So can we go on now?" He finally broke the silence. "With more concentration this time?"
Logan quietly nodded and they went on with their exercise. None of them saying a word, they now both concentrated on the workout. But within a short time, the look on Logan's face grew more and more tense and when Bling finally started stretching his legs again he flinched with every move.
Bling stopped and turned his face up to his friend.
"Are you okay?"
"Yep "
"You sure?"
"Sure!" Logan said harshly. He definitely would not get himself into another lecture.
Reluctantly, Bling went on, but when Logan finally groaned aloud at one of the moves, he let go and shook his head.
"Well, would you finally let me know what's wrong?"
Logan turned to avoid that darting look Bling threw at him. He did not want to get into one of those discussions again. He'd lose them anyway.
"What's the matter?.." Bling would not let him go that easily.
"Nothing" Logan snapped.
Bling shook his head, not believing Logan's stubbornness.
"You're in pain." It was more of a statement than a question, as it had been that obvious.
Logan sighed and eventually faced Bling again. "My neck feels as hard as a piece of wood and it sends a burning sensation up my back every time you straighten my legs" he admitted matter of factly.
Bling immediately put off that tough expression and looked worried.
"No wonder after a night without sleep sitting in front of the computer! Your muscles must be stiff as hell," he remarked
"You bet they are!" Logan replied, waiting for another lecture to follow. Luckily, Bling did not seem in the mood for this either.
".But why the heck does I feel it in my back when you move my legs?!"
Bling took a second to think. "I guess each time I move your legs I sort of stretch the nerve connections to your spinal cord. The tractive forces are transmitted to the intact nerves in your back, which are irritated even more and send signals to your brain."
Logan nodded with a weary smile. "Thanks Doc!"
Bling smiled back and reached out for a towel. "So let's stop this for today. You're up for a massage instead. Not that you deserve it.! He trailed of, his expression showing that he was joking.
"Great." Logan said with a relieved sigh as he grabbed the towel and transferred himself to his wheelchair.
************* Half an hour later, Logan was deeply asleep. Bling had thoroughly worked his stone hard muscles until he had felt like he had just been beaten up. He had never thought that a massage could be that painful! But in the end- after Bling had applied some analgesic ointment, Logan had felt at least half-human.
Bling had let himself out, after having Logan promise that he would be in better shape tomorrow and Logan had drifted into a deep coma-like sleep.
In his dream he was at his uncle's cabin by the lake. He was a little boy, running around, playing hide and seek with his sister.
Melissa, -only two years older than him- had always thought up the best hiding places. They would go out into the woods to play hide and seek ever time they came there.
One day, Melissa had hidden on a boat that was tied at the shore of the lake.
He was leaning against a tree, counting till 30-that was as far as he could count.
But by the time he had come to look for her, the boat had loosened and she was drifting out onto the open water.
Oh my god! Mommy, Daddy! The boat, Lissy is in the boat...
He had run inside to get his parents and their father had rescued his sister, who was just sitting there in the boat- alert but still quietly observing the scene. Logan had been crying, his mom had been nearly historical, but Lissy had just sat there until her father had reached her.
"Don't cry Logan," she said. "Look, nothing happened, I'm all right! Everything is okay!"
She had always been like this. Calm and quiet, and incredibly mature.
And she almost never cried. He had always adored her for that. Whereas he was crying and yelling about every little scratch or bump, she had merely ever drawn a face.
"It's okay, Logan, don't cry!"
The picture of the cabin and the lake faded from his view and his memory led him to a place he hated more than his worst enemy.
He was standing in a small hospital room. The windows were open and a light breeze was tearing at the white sheets.
He caught his trail of thought or rather feeling again, which was lingering above him, above the little boy who was standing in that empty sterile room.
Fear, confusion, despair.But no tears.
Even when Lissy was in the hospital, dying, she did not cry. She was only ten years old.
He was standing in her hospital room, looking for her, trying to detect the faint but constant beeping of the machines. But there was nothing but silence.
She was gone.
It's okay. I'll be fine. No need to cry.
He tried not to cry either. He was sad, but it was like an unspoken promise to his sister that he would be as strong as she had been..all the time.(don't cry) .even then.(don't cry). even now.he would not let her down.
Images kept on flashing in through his mind:
Lissy chasing him at the cabin.. The white, sterile hospital room.. Lissy's smile..the boat drifting away from him.Silence.
Don't cry.
A sudden sound tore him from his dream. The pictures became more and more unclear. Slowly he trailed back to reality. But still he was too tired and exhausted to fully weak up.
There is still some part missing. He knew the dream still had to go on. No! Don't wake up now, Logan.
He needed to know the end. But he could not get his mind back to where it had just been. The pictures faded. Finally, only a slight trail of those strange emotions was clouding in his head, increasing his heartbeat, forming a lump in his throat, as his body was slowly waking up.
Still half asleep, he tried to shake of that awkward feeling and tried to focus to identify where the noise had come from.
It was the sound of soft steps pacing through his apartment. Then he heard the sweet but determined voice of their owner, calling his name. "Logan!. Logan!? Anybody here?"
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---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------- Well that' s it for chapter 2. It's not very long, but I did not want to wait to post it. Hope you liked it. Please review!!!! I'd like to know what you think-god or bad-, whatever!
Hi there! First of all thank you very much for your reviews. I'd like to apologise for the confusing changes in tenses and all the other mistakes. After all, English is not my first language, so my grammar is not that good. But I'll try to improve it. And hopefully I'll soon figure out how to structure the texts, in order to make them easier to read.
By the way- I did not tell where exactly in season 1 this story begins as I don't want to be compromised by what has happened yet- or hasn't. You'll find out along the way.
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Chapter 2
After Bling had cleaned the dishes and Logan had finally emerged from the bathroom, they started their daily therapy session. They began with some easy stretching. Logan stretched his upper body, while Bling worked on his legs.
After some minutes of boring repeats, Logan impatiently leaned over and reached for some weights that were settled on the bars at the side of the bench. A sharp pain shot through his upper back. He flinched and let go of the weight which banged back onto its bar. Bling let go of his leg and threw him a pissed look.
"I would appreciate you concentrating on what's going on down here, you can do your weights later!" he declared.
Logan let go of the weights but Bling caught him roll his eyes.
"What is it?" he blurted. "This does not work just by the way! You have to concentrate and help me, all right?!" He was really getting angry now. Logan's 'I could not care less' attitude which he had been displaying ever since Bling had walked through the door was getting on his nerves.
"Hey man, calm down, no need to shout!"...Logan answered, adjusting his position. He was tired and grumble and the only thing he could think of right now was going to bed.
".And concentrate on what?" he added grumbly. "My stupid legs? I don't even feel them, remember??!"
He crossed his arms in front of his chest, nearly loosing balance on the table. He quickly grabbed the edge of the bench, to catch his fall. Embarrassed he looked down at his feet, which were now dangling lifelessly in front of him.
"I am tired of this, " he exclaimed. " It's just a waste of time anyway."
Bling stood up and towered up before him. Here we go again!, he thought.
"Whoa, wait a minute", he said, trying to calm his voice as much as possible, "so we are back at pitying ourselves again? I thought we were done with that!?-.. Maybe you want me to leave you alone, so you can fully concentrate on your misery?!" he added harshly.
Logan's jaw tightened and he averted his eyes, only to stare at the blank wall in front of him, avoiding to look into his therapist's eyes.
Bling had seen this look a thousand times before. He knew he had hurt his friend's feelings. But this had proved to be the only way to get him focused again, in situations like this.
"So can we go on now?" He finally broke the silence. "With more concentration this time?"
Logan quietly nodded and they went on with their exercise. None of them saying a word, they now both concentrated on the workout. But within a short time, the look on Logan's face grew more and more tense and when Bling finally started stretching his legs again he flinched with every move.
Bling stopped and turned his face up to his friend.
"Are you okay?"
"Yep "
"You sure?"
"Sure!" Logan said harshly. He definitely would not get himself into another lecture.
Reluctantly, Bling went on, but when Logan finally groaned aloud at one of the moves, he let go and shook his head.
"Well, would you finally let me know what's wrong?"
Logan turned to avoid that darting look Bling threw at him. He did not want to get into one of those discussions again. He'd lose them anyway.
"What's the matter?.." Bling would not let him go that easily.
"Nothing" Logan snapped.
Bling shook his head, not believing Logan's stubbornness.
"You're in pain." It was more of a statement than a question, as it had been that obvious.
Logan sighed and eventually faced Bling again. "My neck feels as hard as a piece of wood and it sends a burning sensation up my back every time you straighten my legs" he admitted matter of factly.
Bling immediately put off that tough expression and looked worried.
"No wonder after a night without sleep sitting in front of the computer! Your muscles must be stiff as hell," he remarked
"You bet they are!" Logan replied, waiting for another lecture to follow. Luckily, Bling did not seem in the mood for this either.
".But why the heck does I feel it in my back when you move my legs?!"
Bling took a second to think. "I guess each time I move your legs I sort of stretch the nerve connections to your spinal cord. The tractive forces are transmitted to the intact nerves in your back, which are irritated even more and send signals to your brain."
Logan nodded with a weary smile. "Thanks Doc!"
Bling smiled back and reached out for a towel. "So let's stop this for today. You're up for a massage instead. Not that you deserve it.! He trailed of, his expression showing that he was joking.
"Great." Logan said with a relieved sigh as he grabbed the towel and transferred himself to his wheelchair.
************* Half an hour later, Logan was deeply asleep. Bling had thoroughly worked his stone hard muscles until he had felt like he had just been beaten up. He had never thought that a massage could be that painful! But in the end- after Bling had applied some analgesic ointment, Logan had felt at least half-human.
Bling had let himself out, after having Logan promise that he would be in better shape tomorrow and Logan had drifted into a deep coma-like sleep.
In his dream he was at his uncle's cabin by the lake. He was a little boy, running around, playing hide and seek with his sister.
Melissa, -only two years older than him- had always thought up the best hiding places. They would go out into the woods to play hide and seek ever time they came there.
One day, Melissa had hidden on a boat that was tied at the shore of the lake.
He was leaning against a tree, counting till 30-that was as far as he could count.
But by the time he had come to look for her, the boat had loosened and she was drifting out onto the open water.
Oh my god! Mommy, Daddy! The boat, Lissy is in the boat...
He had run inside to get his parents and their father had rescued his sister, who was just sitting there in the boat- alert but still quietly observing the scene. Logan had been crying, his mom had been nearly historical, but Lissy had just sat there until her father had reached her.
"Don't cry Logan," she said. "Look, nothing happened, I'm all right! Everything is okay!"
She had always been like this. Calm and quiet, and incredibly mature.
And she almost never cried. He had always adored her for that. Whereas he was crying and yelling about every little scratch or bump, she had merely ever drawn a face.
"It's okay, Logan, don't cry!"
The picture of the cabin and the lake faded from his view and his memory led him to a place he hated more than his worst enemy.
He was standing in a small hospital room. The windows were open and a light breeze was tearing at the white sheets.
He caught his trail of thought or rather feeling again, which was lingering above him, above the little boy who was standing in that empty sterile room.
Fear, confusion, despair.But no tears.
Even when Lissy was in the hospital, dying, she did not cry. She was only ten years old.
He was standing in her hospital room, looking for her, trying to detect the faint but constant beeping of the machines. But there was nothing but silence.
She was gone.
It's okay. I'll be fine. No need to cry.
He tried not to cry either. He was sad, but it was like an unspoken promise to his sister that he would be as strong as she had been..all the time.(don't cry) .even then.(don't cry). even now.he would not let her down.
Images kept on flashing in through his mind:
Lissy chasing him at the cabin.. The white, sterile hospital room.. Lissy's smile..the boat drifting away from him.Silence.
Don't cry.
A sudden sound tore him from his dream. The pictures became more and more unclear. Slowly he trailed back to reality. But still he was too tired and exhausted to fully weak up.
There is still some part missing. He knew the dream still had to go on. No! Don't wake up now, Logan.
He needed to know the end. But he could not get his mind back to where it had just been. The pictures faded. Finally, only a slight trail of those strange emotions was clouding in his head, increasing his heartbeat, forming a lump in his throat, as his body was slowly waking up.
Still half asleep, he tried to shake of that awkward feeling and tried to focus to identify where the noise had come from.
It was the sound of soft steps pacing through his apartment. Then he heard the sweet but determined voice of their owner, calling his name. "Logan!. Logan!? Anybody here?"
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---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------- Well that' s it for chapter 2. It's not very long, but I did not want to wait to post it. Hope you liked it. Please review!!!! I'd like to know what you think-god or bad-, whatever!