Alec opened his eyes to the harsh light of day. Groaning he closed them
and tried to figure out where he was. Slowly the night came back to him,
well at least I know why I'm so tired he thought. He opened his eyes
again, squinting until he got used to the light. The first thing he saw
was Logan sleeping in the chair at the foot of the bed. That's a little
weird. Why would he be that concerned about me?
Then it clicked in his head-Max. He bolted up in bed and looked down next to him. She was there, and she didn't appear to have moved. He shook her lightly, she didn't wake up.
"Logan!" Alec shouted as he jumped out of bed.
Logan practically fell from his chair, he looked at the bed then to Alec standing next to Max checking her pulse. "Oh thank God! I thought I killed you!"
"You worry too much."
"Alec, you've been out for over a day!"
"Please tell me Max's been up. She should have been up before me."
Alec met Logan's gaze only to have him look down at the floor. Alec sat on the bed next to Max, he was too late. He didn't act fast enough.
"Carr couldn't explain it, he said other than the obvious he didn't see anything wrong." Logan's voice cracked. "He said it wasn't my fault. But. I really thought I'd killed you both."
"It wasn't you." Alec looked up, tears in his eyes. "I knew how bad she was. I should have worked faster."
"Oh my God."
Logan and Alec whipped around to see OC standing in the door. Neither of them had heard her come in. She looked again at Max's till form then to Alec's tears. She couldn't move, she couldn't say anything. Tears were falling before either man could react to her presence.
"O.C." Alec jumped up and moved closer only to have her back away.
"No." She turned and moved toward the living room, Alec and Logan in tow.
"Cindy please." Logan tried to explain.
"Don't you Cindy me! She's dead and no one bothered to tell me!" O.C. shouted. "You told me she was okay! That she would call me in the morning! How long? Huh?! Original Cindy didn't even get to say good bye."
O.C. sunk down against the wall crying. Alec stooped down in front of her. "She isn't dead."
"Who's not dead?" Max asked, her voice so weak it was merely a whisper.
The trio turned to see Max leaning against the bedroom door. Alec rushed over just in time to catch her as her legs gave out.
"You need to be in bed." Alec smiled as a fresh batch of tears rolled down his face.
"You were being loud enough to wake the dead." Max stifled a cry when Alec placed her on the bed.
"Sorry."
"How are you feeling?" Logan asked, careful not to get to close.
"I can't believe you just asked me that." Max started to drift off to sleep again.
"Oh no you don't. You need to stay awake for a few more minutes." Alec said. He picked up her hands and compared them. The one was still not healed but the color was definitely improving. "Seriously how do you feel? More so, what hurts most?"
"My whole body. What happened?"
"It looks like you were shot then you wrecked your bike. You've got mad road rash, a cut on you head and various other cuts and bruises. Luckily you landed in a pile of trash."
"You call that lucky?" Max questioned.
"Well yeah, considering the one part of you not covered in boxes was covered in a thick layer of ice. If those boxes hadn't been there you would be dead.
"Boo?" O.C. stood in the doorway.
"O.C.?" Max's voice was full of concern as she sat up in bed. "What's wrong?"
"I thought, I thought you were." She rushed over and hugged her friend.
Max let her cry in her arms, that's who they thought was dead. Poor Cindy, how long has she thought I was dead? Why would they have told her that? Max thought. Cindy shifted and came in direct contact with the bullet wound. Max wasn't ready for it and cried out. Cindy jumped back, right into Alec.
"Oh Boo."
"It's okay. Really." Max lied. "I think I just need a little bit more sleep."
"Max, I still need to." Alec started.
"Oh no you don't." O.C. jumped up and started pushing the boys out. "My girl says she needs some rest so she's going to get it. If your not outta here in five seconds Original Cindy'll have to put the smack down on both y'all's ass'!"
Max smiled at the thought of O.C. beating on Alec.
"Just call if you need anything. Original Cindy will be out there keepin' the boys in line."
"No, Normal'll fire both of us for missing time. No need for the both of us to be out of a job."
"Don't worry. Alec is sure to do the right thing so all of us will keep our jobs." O.C. winked and pulled the door closed behind her.
Max waited until she heard her friends footsteps fade away. Carefully she eased back onto the huge pile of pillows. She wasn't being a smart ass when she'd said she hurt everywhere. Her hand, shoulder, back, arms, legs, all made it impossible to be pain free wile lying down. Her stiff muscles made it just as painful to try and move as the injuries made it to lay there. She tried to stay awake; to work thought the fog in her head, but sleep soon consumed her.
"You two better start explaining!" O.C. had her hands on her hips and looked extremely pissed off.
"I didn't do anything wrong!" Alec held up his hands in defense.
"Wait." Logan said stopping O.C. from slapping Alec. "He's right, it's my fault. I sent her out with bad information. I'm working on fixing that as we speak."
"Damn straight." O.C. plopped on the sofa. "Why were you crying?"
"I wasn't." Alec quipped.
"Original Cindy knows what she saw."
"I thought I failed her. From what I know she should have been up way before this." Alec rested his head on the back of the sofa and stared at the ceiling. "But when you showed up she hadn't even moved yet. I thought I was too late, that she would never wake up."
"Wait. Why would you think that? What exactly is wrong with my Boo?"
"She totaled her bike. From the looks of it she hit a building going at least 150, probably faster. She cracked her head and what I am worried about is basically that she may have sever brain damage."
"Won't that fancy ass blood of hers fix her up?"
"She lost so much, from the gun shot wound and form the accident there wasn't enough left to begin to fix her body. Think of it this way, right now you and her would have the exact same chances of getting better."
Then it clicked in his head-Max. He bolted up in bed and looked down next to him. She was there, and she didn't appear to have moved. He shook her lightly, she didn't wake up.
"Logan!" Alec shouted as he jumped out of bed.
Logan practically fell from his chair, he looked at the bed then to Alec standing next to Max checking her pulse. "Oh thank God! I thought I killed you!"
"You worry too much."
"Alec, you've been out for over a day!"
"Please tell me Max's been up. She should have been up before me."
Alec met Logan's gaze only to have him look down at the floor. Alec sat on the bed next to Max, he was too late. He didn't act fast enough.
"Carr couldn't explain it, he said other than the obvious he didn't see anything wrong." Logan's voice cracked. "He said it wasn't my fault. But. I really thought I'd killed you both."
"It wasn't you." Alec looked up, tears in his eyes. "I knew how bad she was. I should have worked faster."
"Oh my God."
Logan and Alec whipped around to see OC standing in the door. Neither of them had heard her come in. She looked again at Max's till form then to Alec's tears. She couldn't move, she couldn't say anything. Tears were falling before either man could react to her presence.
"O.C." Alec jumped up and moved closer only to have her back away.
"No." She turned and moved toward the living room, Alec and Logan in tow.
"Cindy please." Logan tried to explain.
"Don't you Cindy me! She's dead and no one bothered to tell me!" O.C. shouted. "You told me she was okay! That she would call me in the morning! How long? Huh?! Original Cindy didn't even get to say good bye."
O.C. sunk down against the wall crying. Alec stooped down in front of her. "She isn't dead."
"Who's not dead?" Max asked, her voice so weak it was merely a whisper.
The trio turned to see Max leaning against the bedroom door. Alec rushed over just in time to catch her as her legs gave out.
"You need to be in bed." Alec smiled as a fresh batch of tears rolled down his face.
"You were being loud enough to wake the dead." Max stifled a cry when Alec placed her on the bed.
"Sorry."
"How are you feeling?" Logan asked, careful not to get to close.
"I can't believe you just asked me that." Max started to drift off to sleep again.
"Oh no you don't. You need to stay awake for a few more minutes." Alec said. He picked up her hands and compared them. The one was still not healed but the color was definitely improving. "Seriously how do you feel? More so, what hurts most?"
"My whole body. What happened?"
"It looks like you were shot then you wrecked your bike. You've got mad road rash, a cut on you head and various other cuts and bruises. Luckily you landed in a pile of trash."
"You call that lucky?" Max questioned.
"Well yeah, considering the one part of you not covered in boxes was covered in a thick layer of ice. If those boxes hadn't been there you would be dead.
"Boo?" O.C. stood in the doorway.
"O.C.?" Max's voice was full of concern as she sat up in bed. "What's wrong?"
"I thought, I thought you were." She rushed over and hugged her friend.
Max let her cry in her arms, that's who they thought was dead. Poor Cindy, how long has she thought I was dead? Why would they have told her that? Max thought. Cindy shifted and came in direct contact with the bullet wound. Max wasn't ready for it and cried out. Cindy jumped back, right into Alec.
"Oh Boo."
"It's okay. Really." Max lied. "I think I just need a little bit more sleep."
"Max, I still need to." Alec started.
"Oh no you don't." O.C. jumped up and started pushing the boys out. "My girl says she needs some rest so she's going to get it. If your not outta here in five seconds Original Cindy'll have to put the smack down on both y'all's ass'!"
Max smiled at the thought of O.C. beating on Alec.
"Just call if you need anything. Original Cindy will be out there keepin' the boys in line."
"No, Normal'll fire both of us for missing time. No need for the both of us to be out of a job."
"Don't worry. Alec is sure to do the right thing so all of us will keep our jobs." O.C. winked and pulled the door closed behind her.
Max waited until she heard her friends footsteps fade away. Carefully she eased back onto the huge pile of pillows. She wasn't being a smart ass when she'd said she hurt everywhere. Her hand, shoulder, back, arms, legs, all made it impossible to be pain free wile lying down. Her stiff muscles made it just as painful to try and move as the injuries made it to lay there. She tried to stay awake; to work thought the fog in her head, but sleep soon consumed her.
"You two better start explaining!" O.C. had her hands on her hips and looked extremely pissed off.
"I didn't do anything wrong!" Alec held up his hands in defense.
"Wait." Logan said stopping O.C. from slapping Alec. "He's right, it's my fault. I sent her out with bad information. I'm working on fixing that as we speak."
"Damn straight." O.C. plopped on the sofa. "Why were you crying?"
"I wasn't." Alec quipped.
"Original Cindy knows what she saw."
"I thought I failed her. From what I know she should have been up way before this." Alec rested his head on the back of the sofa and stared at the ceiling. "But when you showed up she hadn't even moved yet. I thought I was too late, that she would never wake up."
"Wait. Why would you think that? What exactly is wrong with my Boo?"
"She totaled her bike. From the looks of it she hit a building going at least 150, probably faster. She cracked her head and what I am worried about is basically that she may have sever brain damage."
"Won't that fancy ass blood of hers fix her up?"
"She lost so much, from the gun shot wound and form the accident there wasn't enough left to begin to fix her body. Think of it this way, right now you and her would have the exact same chances of getting better."