A/N: Thanks for the reviews! This really helps to continue.
I really am not that happy with some passages in this chapter, as I wasn't quite sure Logan's in character. But he's been through a lot, so who can blame him for acting unreasonable, right?
Disclaimer: the same as always, the characters don't belong to me, so please don't sue.
HAVE FUN!!!
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HOPE 2
Logan swallowed hard and closed his eyes. He had threatened that very moment ever since his head had been clear enough to form coherent thoughts.
"Knock, knock." Margo burst into the room, her husband on her heels, a huge smile blasted on his face. Logan had always been able to tell how many drinks he'd already had, and this looked like quite a few he thought disgustedly.
"Dear, I'm so sorry we didn't make it earlier, but it is such a hassle to get into the city these days, the streets are bad, all those checkpoints, and the trucks…terrible." She sounded like she was at one of her high society parties. "So how are you?"
"I'm okay, I guess," Logan answered uncomfortably.
"How long until you are up and about again?" Jonas asked, his gaze following one of the young nurses walking by the room.
"I'm not sure," Logan responded sarcastically. "Never?"
"Come on, you are a Cale. We never let ourselves go. This stupid accident won't break your neck."
"Already broke my spinal cord."
"Logan, you know that I won't accept that. We'll get you the best doctors, therapies, whatever it takes. But you will recover quickly."
Logan couldn't believe it, this was worse than he had ever imagined. What was that man thinking? "Why? So I can dance with the arrogant daughters of your snobbish business partners at the next cocktail party?"
Logan had an edge to his voice Bling didn't like. The therapist couldn't believe his family acted like this, the people who were supposed to be there for him, support him, offer solace, they acted like he was an immature child that needed to be punished for a stupid prank. But he began to understand why Logan hadn't wanted to see them.
"Logan, what you uncle meant to say was that we want you to get better soon."
"Damn it, you know what? I'm not gonna recover at all! I got my spinal cord blown out, I can't feel my legs, let alone move them." He was screaming now. "I'll be a f****** cripple for the rest of my life, and there is nothing you can do about it. So face it: your nephew once more is the black sheep, an embarrassment to the family. And you won't be able to make it undone. Your damn money isn't gonna do you any good here!"
"Don't talk to us like this…" Margo warned him, glancing insecurely at the tall man standing in the corner of the room. She felt uncomfortable that someone witnessed this conversation.
"Excuse-me? You come in here, after more than two weeks, like I caught the flu! And then you're telling me to just move on, deal with it and get over it! It's not that simple!"
He tried to sit up, but toppled back when the pain hit him hard. "Leave!" He tried to lay back and shift to a comfortable position. He just didn't have the strength.
Bling was next to him immediately, still shocked be the argument he had just witnessed. This was not like he had thought it would be, and Logan hadn't seemed to be an aggressive tape pf person. But he knew that under extreme circumstances like this people tended to be easily irritated, and in this case he couldn't even blame him. "Easy there."
"Go away!" Logan fought hard to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, tears of fury, pain, fear, and desperation. But he was determined not to shed them- at least not in front of his aunt and uncle.
"This is not how I taught you to deal with obstacles, Junior. I thought you had learnt that."
Jonas didn't want to give in, so Bling's only choice was to send a killer look at the older man. "I'm gonna ask you once more to leave or I'm going to call security."
Without another word Logan shoved his wife out of the room and Bling finally could turn all his attention at Logan. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?" He eased him back carefully and gently massaged his sides as far as he could reach.
"Yeah, I think so," Logan gasped. It took him a minute to catch his breath. Then he couldn't hold back any longer, the panic he had felt somewhere deep inside but which he hadn't been able to express now had surfaced. "It's just…how am I gonna make it? I don't have the strength. God, I can't live like this. Why didn't I die back then?"
"You can't talk like this. You can't allow yourself to have those thoughts. Right now, you'll just have to function." Bling felt lots of sympathy for the lonely, confused young man in front of him "We'll get you through, I promise. I'll help."
Logan looked at him for a long moment, as if he was searching for something in the other man's eyes. But eventually he turned away and shook his head. "I'm so tired. There is no use for me to go on. I just don't wanna live this way."
"It'll get better, you just have to hang in there."
Logan suddenly felt anger well up again. "How do you dare telling me to hang in there? Do you have a clue what this is like? No, you don't. Because you are STANDING right in front of me."
"Logan, I'm here to help."
"I don't want any help. If I won't make it alone, there is no sense in making it at all." He furiously glared at the other man. "And now please leave me alone."
Bling sighed. 'Back to square one.' But he knew there was nothing he could do right now. Nothing he could say would make things better.
But he would come back the next day Logan needed him, and sooner or later he would understand and learn to accept it. At least Bling hoped he would.
"Good night, Logan. Get some sleep." With that Bling left and Logan was alone with his pain and confusion again. Just like he had wanted, right?
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TBC…
I really am not that happy with some passages in this chapter, as I wasn't quite sure Logan's in character. But he's been through a lot, so who can blame him for acting unreasonable, right?
Disclaimer: the same as always, the characters don't belong to me, so please don't sue.
HAVE FUN!!!
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HOPE 2
Logan swallowed hard and closed his eyes. He had threatened that very moment ever since his head had been clear enough to form coherent thoughts.
"Knock, knock." Margo burst into the room, her husband on her heels, a huge smile blasted on his face. Logan had always been able to tell how many drinks he'd already had, and this looked like quite a few he thought disgustedly.
"Dear, I'm so sorry we didn't make it earlier, but it is such a hassle to get into the city these days, the streets are bad, all those checkpoints, and the trucks…terrible." She sounded like she was at one of her high society parties. "So how are you?"
"I'm okay, I guess," Logan answered uncomfortably.
"How long until you are up and about again?" Jonas asked, his gaze following one of the young nurses walking by the room.
"I'm not sure," Logan responded sarcastically. "Never?"
"Come on, you are a Cale. We never let ourselves go. This stupid accident won't break your neck."
"Already broke my spinal cord."
"Logan, you know that I won't accept that. We'll get you the best doctors, therapies, whatever it takes. But you will recover quickly."
Logan couldn't believe it, this was worse than he had ever imagined. What was that man thinking? "Why? So I can dance with the arrogant daughters of your snobbish business partners at the next cocktail party?"
Logan had an edge to his voice Bling didn't like. The therapist couldn't believe his family acted like this, the people who were supposed to be there for him, support him, offer solace, they acted like he was an immature child that needed to be punished for a stupid prank. But he began to understand why Logan hadn't wanted to see them.
"Logan, what you uncle meant to say was that we want you to get better soon."
"Damn it, you know what? I'm not gonna recover at all! I got my spinal cord blown out, I can't feel my legs, let alone move them." He was screaming now. "I'll be a f****** cripple for the rest of my life, and there is nothing you can do about it. So face it: your nephew once more is the black sheep, an embarrassment to the family. And you won't be able to make it undone. Your damn money isn't gonna do you any good here!"
"Don't talk to us like this…" Margo warned him, glancing insecurely at the tall man standing in the corner of the room. She felt uncomfortable that someone witnessed this conversation.
"Excuse-me? You come in here, after more than two weeks, like I caught the flu! And then you're telling me to just move on, deal with it and get over it! It's not that simple!"
He tried to sit up, but toppled back when the pain hit him hard. "Leave!" He tried to lay back and shift to a comfortable position. He just didn't have the strength.
Bling was next to him immediately, still shocked be the argument he had just witnessed. This was not like he had thought it would be, and Logan hadn't seemed to be an aggressive tape pf person. But he knew that under extreme circumstances like this people tended to be easily irritated, and in this case he couldn't even blame him. "Easy there."
"Go away!" Logan fought hard to hold back the tears that threatened to fall, tears of fury, pain, fear, and desperation. But he was determined not to shed them- at least not in front of his aunt and uncle.
"This is not how I taught you to deal with obstacles, Junior. I thought you had learnt that."
Jonas didn't want to give in, so Bling's only choice was to send a killer look at the older man. "I'm gonna ask you once more to leave or I'm going to call security."
Without another word Logan shoved his wife out of the room and Bling finally could turn all his attention at Logan. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?" He eased him back carefully and gently massaged his sides as far as he could reach.
"Yeah, I think so," Logan gasped. It took him a minute to catch his breath. Then he couldn't hold back any longer, the panic he had felt somewhere deep inside but which he hadn't been able to express now had surfaced. "It's just…how am I gonna make it? I don't have the strength. God, I can't live like this. Why didn't I die back then?"
"You can't talk like this. You can't allow yourself to have those thoughts. Right now, you'll just have to function." Bling felt lots of sympathy for the lonely, confused young man in front of him "We'll get you through, I promise. I'll help."
Logan looked at him for a long moment, as if he was searching for something in the other man's eyes. But eventually he turned away and shook his head. "I'm so tired. There is no use for me to go on. I just don't wanna live this way."
"It'll get better, you just have to hang in there."
Logan suddenly felt anger well up again. "How do you dare telling me to hang in there? Do you have a clue what this is like? No, you don't. Because you are STANDING right in front of me."
"Logan, I'm here to help."
"I don't want any help. If I won't make it alone, there is no sense in making it at all." He furiously glared at the other man. "And now please leave me alone."
Bling sighed. 'Back to square one.' But he knew there was nothing he could do right now. Nothing he could say would make things better.
But he would come back the next day Logan needed him, and sooner or later he would understand and learn to accept it. At least Bling hoped he would.
"Good night, Logan. Get some sleep." With that Bling left and Logan was alone with his pain and confusion again. Just like he had wanted, right?
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TBC…
