"You don't have to say anything." She interrupted. "I know I'm the one that screwed everything up. I'm the one who ran away like I always do. I'm a fog bank."
"A fog bank?" He asked and sat next to her.
She nodded. "Yeah. An ex of mine told me that I was a female fog bank once. He said that being in a relationship with me is hard because you know you're in the middle of something, but you don't know what. He was right too. Cindy tried to tell me that he wasn't, but I knew... I knew he was."
"He wasn't." Logan told her and put his hand over hers. "There's not a foggy thing about you."
She looked at him and smiled. "That was very sweet, but you were lying."
Logan sighed. "Well, all right, you do have foggy qualities, but Max, everyone has those. If someone didn't have them, I would question their humanity. You're more human than anyone I've ever met in my life."
"Does that make me more foggy?" She questioned.
"No." He smiled. "It makes you just foggy enough."
His smile faded and Max wondered what was wrong, but then she felt it. They both glanced down to their hands and Logan slowly pulled his hand away from Max's, which had begun to twitch. She gripped it with her steady hand, but that soon began to shake as well.
She turned to him with an ironic smile. "More human, huh?"
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"What can I do?"
"N - Nothing." She replied and swallowed some pills. "I j - just have to ride it through. The pills help."
He wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her into the bedroom. He helped her onto the bed and removed her shoes, then pulled a quilt from the floor and put it over her. Unsure of what to do next, he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"You - you can go." She told him.
He was beginning to be able to feel the bed shaking because of Max, so he shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Pr - Promise?"
"I promise." He told her and pushed some stray hair from her ashen face. "Are you sure there's nothing I can do?"
"I'd tell you to get some milk fr - from the fridge." She said. "But we d - don't have any."
"I'll just have to get you some then." He said and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He dialed a number, paused, then spoke into the phone. Max was barely able to make out his words, the seizure getting worse instead of better, but she was able to figure out he had called Peter and told him something.
Not long after, Max saw Peter walk into the bedroom carrying a gallon of milk and a cup from the kitchen. He had begun talking to Logan, but she couldn't make out any of it. She reached for her bottle of tryptophan and downed a few more pills.
"Jesus." Peter muttered after seeing the quivering mass that he had been told was the amazing, smart-mouthing Max. At first he couldn't believe it. "What happened?"
"She told me that she gets them sometimes." Logan said as he took the milk from Peter. He had Peter hold the glass while he poured some milk in it. "Something about her serotonin levels getting low."
Peter nodded as he watched Logan help Max sit up and drink the milk. "Yeah, my brother's a doctor. He told me about a patient of his. Those're tryptophan pills, right? It's in milk too."
"Th - Thanks." Max sputtered in Peter's general direction.
"No problem, smartass." He replied with a weak smile.
"I'm gon - gonna kick your ass after I s - stop my imp - impersonati - nation of je - jello." She replied with a weak smile of her own.
"I'll be there."
"Good." She said as Logan helped her lay back down. "I d - don't want you getting soft on me."
The effort of just sitting up had thoroughly worn Max out, so she closed her eyes and tried her best to relax.
"You need anything else, man?" Peter asked.
"No, you can go ahead." Logan told him. "You want me to call?"
"If you need anything." Peter told him, then walked to the doorway. He stopped and turned around. "And when she's better."
Logan smiled at his friend and watched him go. The smile fell quickly, however, when he turned back to Max and watched her seize uncontrollably. He could see the milk working slowly - very slowly - But, he thought, at least it's working.
"L - Logan." She called in a whisper.
"I'm here."
"D - Don't leave." She said, her voice like that of a child who was scared of the monster in her closet.
"I won't."
"Logan, st - stay with me." She pleaded.
Unsure of how else to show that he wouldn't be leaving her any time soon, he moved to the other side of the bed and laid down next to her. He kept a small distance between them so she would be free to move, but that was apparently not what she wanted at all; she rolled over and moved as close to him as she could get without actually being inside him.
"Don't go." She whispered.
A/N: Something in this chapter seemed... visually wrong. I don't know if anyone else will see it (Quarkz might) but oh well I suppose.
Oh, and sorry for the mini-delay with this chapter but I got swept up in that thing called "real life" and only the preparation for the homecoming game gave me some time to update. Next chapter soon. :)