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and the story. The rest, I give you my blessing as you go and start mobbing
FOX offices for canceling DA. I know I would want to if I lived in the US!
;)
Author's Notes: Sorry for not posting it yesterday. As you may have noticed I try to post 1 chapter per day. The things is, I had to know about some medical info. I'm a bummer when it comes to biology or anything to do with blood and needles. I hate them. Second, this hasn't been beta- ed, but I hate waiting for new chapters when I read fics, and I'm sure you do too. This has not been beta-ed yet so it might get edited
Don't forget to review. As much as I hate to admit it, I have become addicted to review. Kinda makes me stop and think about writing the next one if I don't get enough reviews. Sorry, but I'm only human – and not a transgenic without any cares at that!
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EP1 CHAPTER 7: RESUSCITATION BAG
When Joshua and Alec arrived, Max called them into the bedroom. By then, Logan was already covered with cold sweat and was mumbling something about Max, which all three with their enhanced hearing and memory will remember, but which and Logan might and probably will forget.
Alec immediately placed the resuscitation kit on a chair near the bed, took off his leather jacket as he took over Max's first aid. Looking at Max he asked, "How long has it been since he's been shot?"
"Logan bleeding," Joshua said as he pressed his hand replaced where Max's gloved ones on Logan's wound, adding more pressure, but eliciting a grunt from Logan. Max carefully lifted her hand. A look of understanding passed among the three. Logan was in serious danger and they have to do all they can to save him.
Max dazedly mumbled running on adrenaline, "15-30 minutes max. Called you right after."
Alec nodded, "Bullet went through?"
"No. It's still lodged in." Max's face is a mask of worry. It had only been a few months since Logan had fought the virus. She didn't know if his body could take this much beating that it has been getting.
Alec called out, "Max." Max was spacing so Alec repeated, his voice more urgent, "Max!" At which Max turned her head towards Alec then towards a moaning Logan, a look of alarm on her face as she thought of what might happen to Logan. She could not even bear to think about it. "I need you with here with me, soldier." Alec was looking straight into Max's eyes trying to convey that she needed to be strong if they were to save Logan from this bitch. Max's face hardened, grim determination between her brows. Aled started to press down on Logan's lower ribcage as he motioned as he lifted Logan's back, "Get his jacket, Joshua."
With the Jacket out of their way, Joshua asked, "Alec take bullet from Logan?"
"Yes big man. I'll be Logan's doctor for now." Alec looked once again at Max as he brought Logan's body back onto the bed. Max on walked towards the resuscitation bag, but Alec's alarmed voice stopped her, "Max! We'll need those sterilized." He didn't want her touching anything they might have to use for Logan. Indicating at the oral airway tubes, medications like lidocaine, epienphrine, aminophylline, bretylium, adenosine, deibrillation pads, IV solutions of Normal Saline and 5% Dextrose, gloves, flashlight, tourniquet inside the bag. Looking at Joshua, "Big man, have Max help you sterilize them."
"Uhuh. Blood bitch going down." Joshua took the bag and stood beside Max, silently asking her to move. Max looked up and realized she was no longer looking at Logan, but is faced with Joshua's chest. She looked up, stared at Joshua for a moment before leading the way to the kitchen.
LATER
Max was pacing back and forth in the living room. When she and Joshua had sterilized the knife and tweezers she followed Joshua into the room, but Alec asked her to stay outside. They didn't need her help there. Besides, she can't touch Logan. She had heard Logan's growl as Alec must have taken the bullet from Logan's lower ribcage. From the sound of it, Logan was biting into something – a rolled up cloth perhaps for his grunt to be muffled. That was when she got up from where she was standing by the entrance door, looking out the glass door, to walk back and forth the living room. She could hear the sound of knife touching a metal bowl – one that she and Joshua also sterilized. She wanted to get out. She could not stand to hear Logan in pain. At the same time she couldn't leave. She had to know Logan would be all right. She stopped and stood against the door once more, looking out. *And I wanted to protect him, * she smirked. * What kind of a soldier am I to be stupid enough to fall for that informant crap?! * she asked herself angrily. "I'm not just a soldier! I'm a person." she contradicted herself. *Right. That's why you crawl out of Terminal City come sundown and deliver packages at night. Everybody loves you. *
She placed her hand on the door window, her fingers reaching out. "If anything happens…" her face crumbles for a second. It is instantly replaced by a look of self-condemnation. *The last time you were face to face with a gun, you got shot for not looking at it. Now that you looked, somebody got shot." A look of pure self-hatred came over her face, "Call yourself Manticore." Max's eyes flicker for a moment and waters, but instantly she composes herself. Then she remembered, "The exo -." She still could not figure how and why Logan wasn't wearing the exo for the meet. Max turned her head to look at the door to Logan's bedroom.
Just then, Logan's room door opened as Alec stepped out looking at the floor. Lifting his head, he looked at Max and motioned for her to follow him. Joshua sat beside Logan's bed, sitting as the transfusion is taking place. They went down the basement to what used to be a painting area and now Logan has converted into a miniature library with some run down items they were able to salvage from the Fogle Tower ruin. Alec sat on one of the black leather chairs with a couple of stitched-up bullet holes. Max followed suit and sat on Logan's black leather couch, covered with a maroon wool cloth to match the walls.
Alec spoke first, knowing Max is waiting for it. "Joshua's transfusing…" Max just stared at her palms, fidgeting with her hands. She got up to grab a book. "I didn't cut his shirt Max. I figured with the virus… you didn't need his skin exposed any more than it should… He lost a lot of blood." Max flips through the book. "Got to take out the bullet and stitched him up. It was deep. Almost went through his liver." Alec shook his head, "He's not Manticore, Max."
Max abruptly turned towards Alec, slamming the book shut – hard. "I DON'T need to be reminded," she ground out. Turning, she walked towards the nearby table and slammed the book on it. * What if he gets an infection? What if the stitch don't hold up? * more importantly, she thought, *What if he dies?* But she immediately cut off the thought. * Don't even go there! Logan will NOT die * she resolved.
Alec stared at Max in understanding. "I don't know his tolerance pain."
Max walked up to Alec, challenging him, her voice deadly. "He's survived a Manticore take over, a transgenic carrying a deadly virus directed to his DNA almost 3 times. He certainly will survive a gunshot wound."
Alec had lifted his hands as if to ward off Max as she ranted on. "Okay. Okay. Trying to be realistic here, Max -"
"Not that I don't appreciate your help Alec, but don't piss me off." Turning, she headed for Logan's room, "Let's get this bitch over with."
UPSTAIRS
Max looked at Logan's pale form on the bed through the open bedroom door. "How long is this thing gonna last?" She asked looking at Logan's still form on the bed. Joshua is still transfusing his blood into Logan.
Coming up behind her, Alec replied, "We're done in 15. After that, you're on your own." Reminding Max that he and Joshua cannot stay here. They are needed at Terminal City. They cannot afford to stay here the whole day and the sun will rise in a about an hour or less. He looked pointedly at Max as she turned to look at him over her shoulders. Alec placed a firm hand on Max's shoulder and squeezed it, "He's tough. He'll through."
Later, Max took off her jacket as she sat in Logan's room. She could not touch him, even with her gloved hands and fully clothed body, she could not risk anything happening now. She could not risk the virus. Alec and Joshua had left earlier and she was alone with Logan. She had wanted to run, get on her baby and feel the wind against her face. But she could not ask Alec to stay… and definitely not Joshua. It wasn't that she didn't trust them with Logan. She can't ask them to make this their problem. And this is no hospital. No nurse to look after Logan… no doctor. Someone had to stay and that someone was her.
The minutes were ticking and time was passing slowly. Logan became incoherent and burned with fever. He had started mumbling in his restless slumber – calling on Max, telling her things he may not do so if he were conscious. No. Not the typical 'I love you.' She already knew that. But things… little undecipherable things, which she, with her genetically enhanced senses and military training noticed and deposited in her wired up brain. Things she knew and never knew Logan noticed… the little things… little things that made her wish… *No! Hope is for losers.* "gotta face the facts, Max," she said to herself sarcastically, remembering the virus – always the virus.
She continued pressing cold towels on his forehead, his cheeks, his face to keep his temperature down, careful not to touch him even though she was wearing her gloves, her hair tied behind her back with a rubber band she saw lying on one of the tables. She continued her ministrations as Logan started to his convulsions through the fever. Feeling helpless that she could not touch him and not wanting to expose him to the possibility of another virus attack at this moment, she was torn between hoping that pressing the cloth on Logan's face would lower his temperature or putting the ice-cold cloth on his chest, under his armpits, his arms. Exposing his chest could mean more vulnerability to virus exposure, but does she have any other choice? "Oh please!" she pleaded to whatever power there is as she headed outside.
Minutes later, she came back dressed in a pair of jeans and a black long sleeved turtleneck shirt where she had put on 3 pairs of latex gloves duck- taped, with a ski mask over her head just enough to hold her hair intact in it, carrying a bucket full of ice. She went beside Logan's bed as she gently pulled his shirt up his chest. Supporting his head, she pulled the shirt off, careful not to bend the part where his wound is. Once done, she went take his arms and slid the long sleeves off of them. She carefully replaced Logan's arms beside him. She pulled the bucket and the chair she had sat on earlier closer. After putting ice in 2 separate cloth, she placed these two inside Logan's underarm and started pressing another ice- cold cloth on Logan's arms. She pleaded silently that this works. She didn't know what else to do, as she continued wiping the cloth on Logan's chest, forehead, face, arms and even wetting his parched lips to work the fever down. Max worked continuously oblivious to the rising sun, kids coming out of their respective houses, the people coming out onto the street to start their day, dogs barking, and cars moving. As the street showed more signs of life, Max continued to nurse down Logan's fever pleading for his convulsions to die down.
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Another Note: *JOJO glad you're enjoying this. I'm enjoying writing it. *ZAZ here's the next chapter *SQUEAKZ hope this will compensate for having made you whine! ;) *DARKONE don't worry Logan won't die *BECKY this is action packed? If you say so… never though I could write an action stint, though so this was a complement. *PAIGE PANTS OF TWEED Thanks for all the beta. Sorry I couldn't wait for this one. And thanks for reminding me of what I forgot to put in *AERIE thanks for the review. Hope I didn't disappoint you for not posting this next chapter yesterday *SYDNEY I liked Clemente too. Thanks for pointing out my mistake. I think I uploaded the unedited version, but I edited it now. *MUDPIE I really love mudpie from DQ! ;) *PLEASEFOX Your suggestion for putting it in the past tense was great. Sorry about the cure. I guess this is taking longer than I thought. Hope you still read it, though. Thanks *KAP'N KRISTI I know I was harassing you about posting your next chapter, but I really can't live without reading it! ;) *NATTERS glad to have you onboard. Don't worry about Logan, Max has got his back! ;) *MARGARET thanks for the review. *HAILEY let's give it to FOX! More emails and post cards and letters! *KYLIE thanks!
Author's Notes: Sorry for not posting it yesterday. As you may have noticed I try to post 1 chapter per day. The things is, I had to know about some medical info. I'm a bummer when it comes to biology or anything to do with blood and needles. I hate them. Second, this hasn't been beta- ed, but I hate waiting for new chapters when I read fics, and I'm sure you do too. This has not been beta-ed yet so it might get edited
Don't forget to review. As much as I hate to admit it, I have become addicted to review. Kinda makes me stop and think about writing the next one if I don't get enough reviews. Sorry, but I'm only human – and not a transgenic without any cares at that!
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EP1 CHAPTER 7: RESUSCITATION BAG
When Joshua and Alec arrived, Max called them into the bedroom. By then, Logan was already covered with cold sweat and was mumbling something about Max, which all three with their enhanced hearing and memory will remember, but which and Logan might and probably will forget.
Alec immediately placed the resuscitation kit on a chair near the bed, took off his leather jacket as he took over Max's first aid. Looking at Max he asked, "How long has it been since he's been shot?"
"Logan bleeding," Joshua said as he pressed his hand replaced where Max's gloved ones on Logan's wound, adding more pressure, but eliciting a grunt from Logan. Max carefully lifted her hand. A look of understanding passed among the three. Logan was in serious danger and they have to do all they can to save him.
Max dazedly mumbled running on adrenaline, "15-30 minutes max. Called you right after."
Alec nodded, "Bullet went through?"
"No. It's still lodged in." Max's face is a mask of worry. It had only been a few months since Logan had fought the virus. She didn't know if his body could take this much beating that it has been getting.
Alec called out, "Max." Max was spacing so Alec repeated, his voice more urgent, "Max!" At which Max turned her head towards Alec then towards a moaning Logan, a look of alarm on her face as she thought of what might happen to Logan. She could not even bear to think about it. "I need you with here with me, soldier." Alec was looking straight into Max's eyes trying to convey that she needed to be strong if they were to save Logan from this bitch. Max's face hardened, grim determination between her brows. Aled started to press down on Logan's lower ribcage as he motioned as he lifted Logan's back, "Get his jacket, Joshua."
With the Jacket out of their way, Joshua asked, "Alec take bullet from Logan?"
"Yes big man. I'll be Logan's doctor for now." Alec looked once again at Max as he brought Logan's body back onto the bed. Max on walked towards the resuscitation bag, but Alec's alarmed voice stopped her, "Max! We'll need those sterilized." He didn't want her touching anything they might have to use for Logan. Indicating at the oral airway tubes, medications like lidocaine, epienphrine, aminophylline, bretylium, adenosine, deibrillation pads, IV solutions of Normal Saline and 5% Dextrose, gloves, flashlight, tourniquet inside the bag. Looking at Joshua, "Big man, have Max help you sterilize them."
"Uhuh. Blood bitch going down." Joshua took the bag and stood beside Max, silently asking her to move. Max looked up and realized she was no longer looking at Logan, but is faced with Joshua's chest. She looked up, stared at Joshua for a moment before leading the way to the kitchen.
LATER
Max was pacing back and forth in the living room. When she and Joshua had sterilized the knife and tweezers she followed Joshua into the room, but Alec asked her to stay outside. They didn't need her help there. Besides, she can't touch Logan. She had heard Logan's growl as Alec must have taken the bullet from Logan's lower ribcage. From the sound of it, Logan was biting into something – a rolled up cloth perhaps for his grunt to be muffled. That was when she got up from where she was standing by the entrance door, looking out the glass door, to walk back and forth the living room. She could hear the sound of knife touching a metal bowl – one that she and Joshua also sterilized. She wanted to get out. She could not stand to hear Logan in pain. At the same time she couldn't leave. She had to know Logan would be all right. She stopped and stood against the door once more, looking out. *And I wanted to protect him, * she smirked. * What kind of a soldier am I to be stupid enough to fall for that informant crap?! * she asked herself angrily. "I'm not just a soldier! I'm a person." she contradicted herself. *Right. That's why you crawl out of Terminal City come sundown and deliver packages at night. Everybody loves you. *
She placed her hand on the door window, her fingers reaching out. "If anything happens…" her face crumbles for a second. It is instantly replaced by a look of self-condemnation. *The last time you were face to face with a gun, you got shot for not looking at it. Now that you looked, somebody got shot." A look of pure self-hatred came over her face, "Call yourself Manticore." Max's eyes flicker for a moment and waters, but instantly she composes herself. Then she remembered, "The exo -." She still could not figure how and why Logan wasn't wearing the exo for the meet. Max turned her head to look at the door to Logan's bedroom.
Just then, Logan's room door opened as Alec stepped out looking at the floor. Lifting his head, he looked at Max and motioned for her to follow him. Joshua sat beside Logan's bed, sitting as the transfusion is taking place. They went down the basement to what used to be a painting area and now Logan has converted into a miniature library with some run down items they were able to salvage from the Fogle Tower ruin. Alec sat on one of the black leather chairs with a couple of stitched-up bullet holes. Max followed suit and sat on Logan's black leather couch, covered with a maroon wool cloth to match the walls.
Alec spoke first, knowing Max is waiting for it. "Joshua's transfusing…" Max just stared at her palms, fidgeting with her hands. She got up to grab a book. "I didn't cut his shirt Max. I figured with the virus… you didn't need his skin exposed any more than it should… He lost a lot of blood." Max flips through the book. "Got to take out the bullet and stitched him up. It was deep. Almost went through his liver." Alec shook his head, "He's not Manticore, Max."
Max abruptly turned towards Alec, slamming the book shut – hard. "I DON'T need to be reminded," she ground out. Turning, she walked towards the nearby table and slammed the book on it. * What if he gets an infection? What if the stitch don't hold up? * more importantly, she thought, *What if he dies?* But she immediately cut off the thought. * Don't even go there! Logan will NOT die * she resolved.
Alec stared at Max in understanding. "I don't know his tolerance pain."
Max walked up to Alec, challenging him, her voice deadly. "He's survived a Manticore take over, a transgenic carrying a deadly virus directed to his DNA almost 3 times. He certainly will survive a gunshot wound."
Alec had lifted his hands as if to ward off Max as she ranted on. "Okay. Okay. Trying to be realistic here, Max -"
"Not that I don't appreciate your help Alec, but don't piss me off." Turning, she headed for Logan's room, "Let's get this bitch over with."
UPSTAIRS
Max looked at Logan's pale form on the bed through the open bedroom door. "How long is this thing gonna last?" She asked looking at Logan's still form on the bed. Joshua is still transfusing his blood into Logan.
Coming up behind her, Alec replied, "We're done in 15. After that, you're on your own." Reminding Max that he and Joshua cannot stay here. They are needed at Terminal City. They cannot afford to stay here the whole day and the sun will rise in a about an hour or less. He looked pointedly at Max as she turned to look at him over her shoulders. Alec placed a firm hand on Max's shoulder and squeezed it, "He's tough. He'll through."
Later, Max took off her jacket as she sat in Logan's room. She could not touch him, even with her gloved hands and fully clothed body, she could not risk anything happening now. She could not risk the virus. Alec and Joshua had left earlier and she was alone with Logan. She had wanted to run, get on her baby and feel the wind against her face. But she could not ask Alec to stay… and definitely not Joshua. It wasn't that she didn't trust them with Logan. She can't ask them to make this their problem. And this is no hospital. No nurse to look after Logan… no doctor. Someone had to stay and that someone was her.
The minutes were ticking and time was passing slowly. Logan became incoherent and burned with fever. He had started mumbling in his restless slumber – calling on Max, telling her things he may not do so if he were conscious. No. Not the typical 'I love you.' She already knew that. But things… little undecipherable things, which she, with her genetically enhanced senses and military training noticed and deposited in her wired up brain. Things she knew and never knew Logan noticed… the little things… little things that made her wish… *No! Hope is for losers.* "gotta face the facts, Max," she said to herself sarcastically, remembering the virus – always the virus.
She continued pressing cold towels on his forehead, his cheeks, his face to keep his temperature down, careful not to touch him even though she was wearing her gloves, her hair tied behind her back with a rubber band she saw lying on one of the tables. She continued her ministrations as Logan started to his convulsions through the fever. Feeling helpless that she could not touch him and not wanting to expose him to the possibility of another virus attack at this moment, she was torn between hoping that pressing the cloth on Logan's face would lower his temperature or putting the ice-cold cloth on his chest, under his armpits, his arms. Exposing his chest could mean more vulnerability to virus exposure, but does she have any other choice? "Oh please!" she pleaded to whatever power there is as she headed outside.
Minutes later, she came back dressed in a pair of jeans and a black long sleeved turtleneck shirt where she had put on 3 pairs of latex gloves duck- taped, with a ski mask over her head just enough to hold her hair intact in it, carrying a bucket full of ice. She went beside Logan's bed as she gently pulled his shirt up his chest. Supporting his head, she pulled the shirt off, careful not to bend the part where his wound is. Once done, she went take his arms and slid the long sleeves off of them. She carefully replaced Logan's arms beside him. She pulled the bucket and the chair she had sat on earlier closer. After putting ice in 2 separate cloth, she placed these two inside Logan's underarm and started pressing another ice- cold cloth on Logan's arms. She pleaded silently that this works. She didn't know what else to do, as she continued wiping the cloth on Logan's chest, forehead, face, arms and even wetting his parched lips to work the fever down. Max worked continuously oblivious to the rising sun, kids coming out of their respective houses, the people coming out onto the street to start their day, dogs barking, and cars moving. As the street showed more signs of life, Max continued to nurse down Logan's fever pleading for his convulsions to die down.
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Another Note: *JOJO glad you're enjoying this. I'm enjoying writing it. *ZAZ here's the next chapter *SQUEAKZ hope this will compensate for having made you whine! ;) *DARKONE don't worry Logan won't die *BECKY this is action packed? If you say so… never though I could write an action stint, though so this was a complement. *PAIGE PANTS OF TWEED Thanks for all the beta. Sorry I couldn't wait for this one. And thanks for reminding me of what I forgot to put in *AERIE thanks for the review. Hope I didn't disappoint you for not posting this next chapter yesterday *SYDNEY I liked Clemente too. Thanks for pointing out my mistake. I think I uploaded the unedited version, but I edited it now. *MUDPIE I really love mudpie from DQ! ;) *PLEASEFOX Your suggestion for putting it in the past tense was great. Sorry about the cure. I guess this is taking longer than I thought. Hope you still read it, though. Thanks *KAP'N KRISTI I know I was harassing you about posting your next chapter, but I really can't live without reading it! ;) *NATTERS glad to have you onboard. Don't worry about Logan, Max has got his back! ;) *MARGARET thanks for the review. *HAILEY let's give it to FOX! More emails and post cards and letters! *KYLIE thanks!