Part 2.
Jace awoke to the sound of Max's irritated and somewhat muffled voice. Something in Max's tone had obviously woken Jace as she was instantly awake and on guard. After one quick glance at her three-year-old daughter sleeping soundly in the bed beside her Jace made it out of their shared bedroom in three quick strides. Five more and she was at the door to Logan's room. The door was shut, but that did little to muffle Max's now extremely agitated voice.
"… No, Mrs Carr. I don't know what time it is. And, frankly, I don't care either. Now, you tell your husband that his patient, Logan Cale, has just woken up and if he doesn't get his arse through this door within twenty minutes I'm sending somebody to collect him… I don't give a fuck if it takes three hours to get here. I want him here now." Max growled in a dangerously quiet voice. She didn't want to yell in the same room as Logan, but she was having a hard time not doing so.
Jace didn't hesitate, she walked into the bedroom and instantly took stock of the situation. Logan clearly was awake. He was watching Max. Their hands gripped tightly as Max resisted the urge to pace. Her right hand was curled dangerously tight around the phone. Jace strode across the room, plucked the phone out of a startled Max's hand and pointed to the armchair. "Sit." She ordered.
"Mrs. Carr?" She questioned.
"Y-yes." The poor woman replied.
"You'll have to forgive Max." Jace soothed. "You know how she gets when it comes to Logan." She breezed out of the room and into the kitchen. It didn't take her long to calm Mrs. Carr and she was soon on the phone to Dr. Carr.
Jace hummed as she put some coffee on. When the doorbell rang she let Dr. Carr in. "Hey, Sam." She greeted. "Coffee's hot, yell out when you need it."
"Thanks." He replied with a tired sigh. "Let's see how the patient is."
An hour later Max, Sam and Jace were sitting in the living room nursing coffees. Logan was sleeping. Max had been extremely concerned about the idea of Logan sleeping after being in a coma for so long. But Sam had reassured her that it was a natural sleep and quite normal. Max had been eager to get the breathing tube out of Logan's throat and have him removed from the other machines, she just wanted things to get back to normal, but Sam had been reluctant.
"You do realize that there's still a large chance of him relapsing." Sam had gently reminded her. "Let's leave him as he is for another twenty-four hours and see where we go from there."
"But he's going to be okay." Max protested. "He's fine, he's going to be fine…"
Sam clasped her hand gently, getting her to look at him. "Max," he sighed. "We've talked about this a thousand times. Yes, Logan is awake. But we don't know how much he'll remember. There's still the risk of brain damage, amnesia, not to mention any number of other complications. I can't promise you that Logan will be okay, and even if he is, I can't promise that he'll even remember you. We have to take things one step at a time. If he feels overwhelmed or pressured his mind could very well react by sending him back into a coma."
Max bit her lip and nodded. "I know," she said quietly. "But I just want him back." Tears threatened in her eyes and she swallowed hard in an attempt to suppress them. "So, twenty-four hours, huh?"
"Yes," Sam nodded. He watched her fidget for a moment and then sighed. Coma patients were what he hated the most. Not because of the patient but because of the way the people around them were left hanging. It was the not knowing that really wore people down. Over the years he had seen many sides to Max. Everything from the intimidating soldier to the scared little girl. Only when it came to Logan could she be determined and vulnerable all at the same time. "Just be careful about what you say, talk about little things for now. Okay?"
Max sighed and nodded. "Okay." She pushed her hardly touched coffee aside and stood up. "I think I'm going to go sit with him. Jace will…"
"Go on," he reassured. "Jace will show me out. I'll see you tomorrow, Max."
Max nodded. "Tomorrow."