CHAPTER: I've got it.
OC walked out the room and went over to Alec who was leaning on the kitchen counter staring at his phone. " What yah, waiting on?"
" Sam to call."
" So, exactly how sick is Max?"
" Very?" he whispered.
OC realized he wanted her to keep her voice down so Max would here whispered also. " She's goanna get better right?" Alec looked at her and then turned back to the phone. " Alec, she'll get better, right."
He shook his head. " Not unless we figure out what's wrong with her."
" Max doesn't know, does she?"
" No, I don't see the point in getting her worried."
" You'll figure it out, right."
" I'll try."
If Alec couldn't help her, how could she? She was just a human. The only thing she could do was pray for her. But Max needed more than prays. She needed a miracle. " Max is the best friend I ever had."
" I know."
OC went to the fridge and took out a carton of orange juice and poured some on a glass. She took the glass and handed it to Max. " Here you go Boo." OC sat on the couch and looked at her. She was dying. She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to.
Max drank it down slowly. " There's just one thing that I'm afraid of?"
" What's that?"
" Telling Logan."
" Don't worry I think he'll understand." Max put the glass down on the nightstand and rested her head down on the pillow. " Call me girlish but I'm looking forward to having a relationship with Alec. I can't wait until I get better."
OC looked at her. She thought she was going to get to be with Alec. If she was, it wouldn't be for long and she wouldn't be feeling good. " Let me take this glass out side."
" Oh, can I have some more please. My throat feels really dry."
" Sure thing." She took the glass and went outside.
How could she not get better, Max always got better. " How long do you have to find out what's wrong with her?"
Alec looked at the time on his phone. " Between today and tomorrow." He saw the look on OC's face. He hated having to tell her. " How is she doing? Is she comfortable."
" She thirsty."
" I have to check her out." He went in the room. He looked at her to see if she looked worse. " How ya feeling?"
" Thirsty and a little hot."
" I have a fan I'll get it for you." He went in his living room and took up a electric fan and carried it in the room. He plugged it in and turned it on the highest level. " Is that better?"
" Yeah," she said smiling at him. OC came with the juice and handed it to her.
Max sat up and began to drink it. She still couldn't break the thirst. " Don't mean to be a pest but can I get some water?"
" You're not being a pest. You're sick. I'll get it."
Alec sat on the chair and held her hand. " You look beautiful."
She blushed slightly. " You don't have to lie. I know I look like shit."
The wind was blowing her hair slightly and the clothes OC brought for her was white. He didn't even know that Max owned white close. She did look beautiful. " I'm not lying, you look like an angel."
" How did I end up so lucky?"
OC came back with a bottle of mineral water and put it on the counter. She could tell she interrupted a moment, one of the few that they would ever have.
Alec got up and from the chair and kissed her on her forehead. He left the room shortly after.
He wasn't ready for this. He was able to deal with a bomb in his head with more composure than this. She did so many things for him and now when she needed him he couldn't do anything for her. She was going to die and it was his entire fault. If he didn't go fighting then White wouldn't have captured him and he wouldn't have that chip in the back of his neck, hence she wouldn't have had to spend the money to get the cure on him. That guy was their only hope. If she had gotten it then, this wouldn't have been happening now. " I didn't know they could put a bomb on something so small," he said out loud.
" A bomb on what so small." OC said joining him.
" A chip. Kind of makes you wonder what else they put on chips huh." As he said that he began to wonder. What else could they put on chips? " Oh god, I think I've got it."
" Got what?"
He ignored her question and dialed Sam's number. He waited until he picked up the phone. " I think I've got it."
He was relived cause he was stomped. He even had to ask one of superior for help on a strictly confidential basis. " What do you have?"
NOTE: This is going to be one short story. It's almost done already.
OC walked out the room and went over to Alec who was leaning on the kitchen counter staring at his phone. " What yah, waiting on?"
" Sam to call."
" So, exactly how sick is Max?"
" Very?" he whispered.
OC realized he wanted her to keep her voice down so Max would here whispered also. " She's goanna get better right?" Alec looked at her and then turned back to the phone. " Alec, she'll get better, right."
He shook his head. " Not unless we figure out what's wrong with her."
" Max doesn't know, does she?"
" No, I don't see the point in getting her worried."
" You'll figure it out, right."
" I'll try."
If Alec couldn't help her, how could she? She was just a human. The only thing she could do was pray for her. But Max needed more than prays. She needed a miracle. " Max is the best friend I ever had."
" I know."
OC went to the fridge and took out a carton of orange juice and poured some on a glass. She took the glass and handed it to Max. " Here you go Boo." OC sat on the couch and looked at her. She was dying. She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to.
Max drank it down slowly. " There's just one thing that I'm afraid of?"
" What's that?"
" Telling Logan."
" Don't worry I think he'll understand." Max put the glass down on the nightstand and rested her head down on the pillow. " Call me girlish but I'm looking forward to having a relationship with Alec. I can't wait until I get better."
OC looked at her. She thought she was going to get to be with Alec. If she was, it wouldn't be for long and she wouldn't be feeling good. " Let me take this glass out side."
" Oh, can I have some more please. My throat feels really dry."
" Sure thing." She took the glass and went outside.
How could she not get better, Max always got better. " How long do you have to find out what's wrong with her?"
Alec looked at the time on his phone. " Between today and tomorrow." He saw the look on OC's face. He hated having to tell her. " How is she doing? Is she comfortable."
" She thirsty."
" I have to check her out." He went in the room. He looked at her to see if she looked worse. " How ya feeling?"
" Thirsty and a little hot."
" I have a fan I'll get it for you." He went in his living room and took up a electric fan and carried it in the room. He plugged it in and turned it on the highest level. " Is that better?"
" Yeah," she said smiling at him. OC came with the juice and handed it to her.
Max sat up and began to drink it. She still couldn't break the thirst. " Don't mean to be a pest but can I get some water?"
" You're not being a pest. You're sick. I'll get it."
Alec sat on the chair and held her hand. " You look beautiful."
She blushed slightly. " You don't have to lie. I know I look like shit."
The wind was blowing her hair slightly and the clothes OC brought for her was white. He didn't even know that Max owned white close. She did look beautiful. " I'm not lying, you look like an angel."
" How did I end up so lucky?"
OC came back with a bottle of mineral water and put it on the counter. She could tell she interrupted a moment, one of the few that they would ever have.
Alec got up and from the chair and kissed her on her forehead. He left the room shortly after.
He wasn't ready for this. He was able to deal with a bomb in his head with more composure than this. She did so many things for him and now when she needed him he couldn't do anything for her. She was going to die and it was his entire fault. If he didn't go fighting then White wouldn't have captured him and he wouldn't have that chip in the back of his neck, hence she wouldn't have had to spend the money to get the cure on him. That guy was their only hope. If she had gotten it then, this wouldn't have been happening now. " I didn't know they could put a bomb on something so small," he said out loud.
" A bomb on what so small." OC said joining him.
" A chip. Kind of makes you wonder what else they put on chips huh." As he said that he began to wonder. What else could they put on chips? " Oh god, I think I've got it."
" Got what?"
He ignored her question and dialed Sam's number. He waited until he picked up the phone. " I think I've got it."
He was relived cause he was stomped. He even had to ask one of superior for help on a strictly confidential basis. " What do you have?"
NOTE: This is going to be one short story. It's almost done already.