This is an Alpha Version - beta is not ready yet -
and I'll be gone on a trip in the weekend.
*
(((Dark angel and all its characters and everything with it ( Including the ideas , concept and quotes and dialog from the episodes) belongs all to James Cameron and his team, they are not mine and never will be, so please don't sue me. I am not making money out of this. Just keeping Dark Angel alive, which has ended too soon. No copyright infringement intended. Please don't sue me! )))
* thanks Steffi, for your info!*
* ALPHA VERSION *
"Logan! Stay with me. Stay awake !" Max yelled at him.
Logan mouthed something inaudible and passed out.
. . .
Max heard an unfamiliar voice.
"Coming through, make some space!" said the two paramedics, who had arrived.
"OK, what do we have here? Caucasian male, in early thirties," said the female paramedic as she checked Logan's pulse and his breathing.
"He can't feel his legs." Max said to the paramedics.
"It's gonna be OK, lady, we've got it covered. You can let go of him now," said the male paramedic to Max.
But Max was too focused on stabilizing his neck.
"Let go of him now," the man emphasized the last word and brushed her off as if she was standing in his way.
Silently, she let go off Logan and stepped back. and watched the paramedics doing their work.
The male paramedic kneeled down and placed a collar on Logan to stabilize his neck.
Max felt frustrated that she couldn't do anything, besides watching.
"We've got a bleeder!" The woman yelled as she place a intravenous line in his arm.
They cut open his jacket and the bullet proof vest to find out where the bleeding from his back exactly came from.
There was also a visible red bruise developing on Logan's right side, when they stripped down until his naked upper body.
"He's hurt in the side," Max pointed out.
"Lady, be quiet , OK. Let us do our job," the woman said annoyingly to her.
Max backed off again and felt like everything she did wasn't good enough for anyone.
. . .
Logan regained consciousness and gasped out the word Max, it was almost impossible to hear, but it was loud enough to hear him with her super enhanced hearing.
"Logan!" Max moved closer and kneeled down next to him, but the paramedic angrily pushed her away.
Max felt bad, she wanted to touch him, she wanted to comfort him, she wanted to let him know that she was there for him. But they wouldn't let her come any closer.
It broke her heart when she heard him wince, as the paramedics carefully, turned him over to his side and compressed the bleeding, while trying not to move his spine.
The paramedics carefully rolled him back on a backboard, and strapped him in place.
Logan passed out again from the pain he was suffering.
On the count of three they placed him on a stretcher and rolled him into the ambulance.
. . .
The male paramedic took the place behind the steering wheel, and the female paramedic stayed in the back with Logan.
Max wanted to ride along in the back with Logan and wanted to step in too.
"Are you related to this man?" The female paramedic asked.
"No."
"Are you his wife?"
"No."
"Girlfriend?"
"No."
"I'm sorry, but then you can't come with us," said the paramedic as she slammed the door in her face.
Disappointedly she watched the ambulance drove off in a hurry, and left her nothing but a cloud of dust.
*
The end? Who knows. . .
and I'll be gone on a trip in the weekend.
*
(((Dark angel and all its characters and everything with it ( Including the ideas , concept and quotes and dialog from the episodes) belongs all to James Cameron and his team, they are not mine and never will be, so please don't sue me. I am not making money out of this. Just keeping Dark Angel alive, which has ended too soon. No copyright infringement intended. Please don't sue me! )))
* thanks Steffi, for your info!*
* ALPHA VERSION *
"Logan! Stay with me. Stay awake !" Max yelled at him.
Logan mouthed something inaudible and passed out.
. . .
Max heard an unfamiliar voice.
"Coming through, make some space!" said the two paramedics, who had arrived.
"OK, what do we have here? Caucasian male, in early thirties," said the female paramedic as she checked Logan's pulse and his breathing.
"He can't feel his legs." Max said to the paramedics.
"It's gonna be OK, lady, we've got it covered. You can let go of him now," said the male paramedic to Max.
But Max was too focused on stabilizing his neck.
"Let go of him now," the man emphasized the last word and brushed her off as if she was standing in his way.
Silently, she let go off Logan and stepped back. and watched the paramedics doing their work.
The male paramedic kneeled down and placed a collar on Logan to stabilize his neck.
Max felt frustrated that she couldn't do anything, besides watching.
"We've got a bleeder!" The woman yelled as she place a intravenous line in his arm.
They cut open his jacket and the bullet proof vest to find out where the bleeding from his back exactly came from.
There was also a visible red bruise developing on Logan's right side, when they stripped down until his naked upper body.
"He's hurt in the side," Max pointed out.
"Lady, be quiet , OK. Let us do our job," the woman said annoyingly to her.
Max backed off again and felt like everything she did wasn't good enough for anyone.
. . .
Logan regained consciousness and gasped out the word Max, it was almost impossible to hear, but it was loud enough to hear him with her super enhanced hearing.
"Logan!" Max moved closer and kneeled down next to him, but the paramedic angrily pushed her away.
Max felt bad, she wanted to touch him, she wanted to comfort him, she wanted to let him know that she was there for him. But they wouldn't let her come any closer.
It broke her heart when she heard him wince, as the paramedics carefully, turned him over to his side and compressed the bleeding, while trying not to move his spine.
The paramedics carefully rolled him back on a backboard, and strapped him in place.
Logan passed out again from the pain he was suffering.
On the count of three they placed him on a stretcher and rolled him into the ambulance.
. . .
The male paramedic took the place behind the steering wheel, and the female paramedic stayed in the back with Logan.
Max wanted to ride along in the back with Logan and wanted to step in too.
"Are you related to this man?" The female paramedic asked.
"No."
"Are you his wife?"
"No."
"Girlfriend?"
"No."
"I'm sorry, but then you can't come with us," said the paramedic as she slammed the door in her face.
Disappointedly she watched the ambulance drove off in a hurry, and left her nothing but a cloud of dust.
*
The end? Who knows. . .