Disclaimer: See chapter 1.
Something Different - part 2
"I am not going anywhere." Logan stated.
"Logan, you have to go to the hospital to see Sam." There was a pleading sound in her voice.
"I am feeling fine! I just had some minor spasms, that's all!"
"But Logan, you have to go."
"I don't see a reason why I should," he said stubbornly.
"But your life depends on it."
"Nope, I'm still alive," he said dryly. He was getting tired of this conversation. Logan spin his chair around and headed for the kitchen.
Eliza got on her feet and jumped in front of the chair.
"Hey!" he said startled.
But it was to late, the front of the wheelchair bumped into Eliza. The impact was strong enough to make her fall on the floor.
"Sorry," she stammered into his shiny floor. "I wasn't thinking."
Logan slowly wheeled back a little, looking at the young teenager. "Are you OK?" He leaned forward and held out a helping hand in front of her.
Even though she felt a thumping pain in her ankle - caused by Logan's footrest- , she quickly got onto her feet herself, limping slightly, but it was enough to be noticed.
He looked up at her. "Are you sure you are OK?" he frowned at her.
"I'm fine," she said, feeling terrible embarrassed about what had just happened. How could she be so naive?
"Are you sure?" There was a tiny glint in his eyes.
"Yes," she stated.
A grin appeared on Logan's face. Eliza's stubbornness kind of reminded him of himself.
"What's so funny?" She pursed her lips.
"Well, I can obviously see that you are hurt," he looked up at her. "Come on, let me take a look at it." Logan motioned with his stubbly chin towards the stools.
Eliza smiled in defeat, there was no arguing with this guy.
Logan spun his chair around and headed to his kitchen island. Eliza followed him, trying not to limp too much. She hopped onto the stool in front of her.
Gently he took her leg and rolled up her jeans pipe, he carefully examined the exposing red bruise on her ankle.
"Well, it doesn't look that bad," he smiled with relieve.
"See, I told you so." She gave him a little bit of teenage attitude.
"A stubborn lady, aren't ya?" he smirked as he shifted in his chair to please his aching back.
"Just like you," she fought back. "Logan, you really need to see Sam," she tried again.
"Stay right here," he told her and wheeled off, ignoring what she just had said.
A few seconds later he came back with oriental looking bottle in his lap.
"What is that?" Eliza asked.
Logan braked his chair sideways in front of her and tapped on his wheel, indicating her to place her feet there.
"This is an authentic miracle oil," he said as he unscrewed the little bottle.
Eliza frowned at the strange looking bottle with unreadable characters.
"Bling got this for me, you know, my trainer," he explained.
"Yeah, I know him," she said.
Logan noticed the worried look on Eliza face, when he dropped a few drops on the red bruise.
"Don't worry," he smiled. "It's perfectly safe, it's made out of herbs and it's really good for bruises or any other muscle aches," he assured her as he gently rubbed the oil into her skin with his thumb.
Eliza felt awkward at the situation. Here she was, sitting on a stool and Logan was taking care of her ankle, the man she secretly had a crush on for many years. She was also surprise of the fact that Logan had such a great caring nature, even to her while she was a complete stranger to him.
"Ok, you're done," he said as he placed her leg down.
"Thanks," she said shyly.
"No problem," he laughed and released his brakes and wheeled over to the sink to wash away the oil of his hands.
Eliza slowly slid from her stool and followed him.
Logan turned off the tap and grabbed a towel from the counter to dry his hands. After tossing the towel back onto the counter, he swirled his chair around and almost bumped into the girl again. "Hey, don't make a habit out if this," he joked.
"Logan," she said seriously. "You really need to go to the hospital."
Here we go again, he thought and rolled his eyes.
"I am not joking with you, you really need to go," she pleaded as she kneeled down in front of him, resting her hand on his wheel.
"OK, can you tell me at least why?" Logan asked carefully.
"Sam will tell you what's wrong when you get there."
"Eliza, tell me what's going on with me," he ordered .
The young girl hesitated.
"Come on, you can tell me. What ever it is, I can handle it," he assured her.
Eliza stared at her hands on the wheel to avoid his eye contact. "The bullet fragment, which they had left inside you, has migrated," she looked up at him. "Logan," she moved one hand on his knee. "You got to let the doctors take it out, otherwise you are going to bleed out the day after tomorrow."
. . .
TBC
I am probably forgotten already, cuz I've been away from FF too long because of damn homework. I just wrote this chapter because I needed to write a "light" story. I hope you liked it. Please review- the good and the bad.
XXX
Original D.
Something Different - part 2
"I am not going anywhere." Logan stated.
"Logan, you have to go to the hospital to see Sam." There was a pleading sound in her voice.
"I am feeling fine! I just had some minor spasms, that's all!"
"But Logan, you have to go."
"I don't see a reason why I should," he said stubbornly.
"But your life depends on it."
"Nope, I'm still alive," he said dryly. He was getting tired of this conversation. Logan spin his chair around and headed for the kitchen.
Eliza got on her feet and jumped in front of the chair.
"Hey!" he said startled.
But it was to late, the front of the wheelchair bumped into Eliza. The impact was strong enough to make her fall on the floor.
"Sorry," she stammered into his shiny floor. "I wasn't thinking."
Logan slowly wheeled back a little, looking at the young teenager. "Are you OK?" He leaned forward and held out a helping hand in front of her.
Even though she felt a thumping pain in her ankle - caused by Logan's footrest- , she quickly got onto her feet herself, limping slightly, but it was enough to be noticed.
He looked up at her. "Are you sure you are OK?" he frowned at her.
"I'm fine," she said, feeling terrible embarrassed about what had just happened. How could she be so naive?
"Are you sure?" There was a tiny glint in his eyes.
"Yes," she stated.
A grin appeared on Logan's face. Eliza's stubbornness kind of reminded him of himself.
"What's so funny?" She pursed her lips.
"Well, I can obviously see that you are hurt," he looked up at her. "Come on, let me take a look at it." Logan motioned with his stubbly chin towards the stools.
Eliza smiled in defeat, there was no arguing with this guy.
Logan spun his chair around and headed to his kitchen island. Eliza followed him, trying not to limp too much. She hopped onto the stool in front of her.
Gently he took her leg and rolled up her jeans pipe, he carefully examined the exposing red bruise on her ankle.
"Well, it doesn't look that bad," he smiled with relieve.
"See, I told you so." She gave him a little bit of teenage attitude.
"A stubborn lady, aren't ya?" he smirked as he shifted in his chair to please his aching back.
"Just like you," she fought back. "Logan, you really need to see Sam," she tried again.
"Stay right here," he told her and wheeled off, ignoring what she just had said.
A few seconds later he came back with oriental looking bottle in his lap.
"What is that?" Eliza asked.
Logan braked his chair sideways in front of her and tapped on his wheel, indicating her to place her feet there.
"This is an authentic miracle oil," he said as he unscrewed the little bottle.
Eliza frowned at the strange looking bottle with unreadable characters.
"Bling got this for me, you know, my trainer," he explained.
"Yeah, I know him," she said.
Logan noticed the worried look on Eliza face, when he dropped a few drops on the red bruise.
"Don't worry," he smiled. "It's perfectly safe, it's made out of herbs and it's really good for bruises or any other muscle aches," he assured her as he gently rubbed the oil into her skin with his thumb.
Eliza felt awkward at the situation. Here she was, sitting on a stool and Logan was taking care of her ankle, the man she secretly had a crush on for many years. She was also surprise of the fact that Logan had such a great caring nature, even to her while she was a complete stranger to him.
"Ok, you're done," he said as he placed her leg down.
"Thanks," she said shyly.
"No problem," he laughed and released his brakes and wheeled over to the sink to wash away the oil of his hands.
Eliza slowly slid from her stool and followed him.
Logan turned off the tap and grabbed a towel from the counter to dry his hands. After tossing the towel back onto the counter, he swirled his chair around and almost bumped into the girl again. "Hey, don't make a habit out if this," he joked.
"Logan," she said seriously. "You really need to go to the hospital."
Here we go again, he thought and rolled his eyes.
"I am not joking with you, you really need to go," she pleaded as she kneeled down in front of him, resting her hand on his wheel.
"OK, can you tell me at least why?" Logan asked carefully.
"Sam will tell you what's wrong when you get there."
"Eliza, tell me what's going on with me," he ordered .
The young girl hesitated.
"Come on, you can tell me. What ever it is, I can handle it," he assured her.
Eliza stared at her hands on the wheel to avoid his eye contact. "The bullet fragment, which they had left inside you, has migrated," she looked up at him. "Logan," she moved one hand on his knee. "You got to let the doctors take it out, otherwise you are going to bleed out the day after tomorrow."
. . .
TBC
I am probably forgotten already, cuz I've been away from FF too long because of damn homework. I just wrote this chapter because I needed to write a "light" story. I hope you liked it. Please review- the good and the bad.
XXX
Original D.