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Message to " me "- Hi thanks for your review, I thought you weren't around FF anymore , cuz I haven't seen you reviewing around much lately ... Anyway the answer to your question : I already have writing 2 chapters of Surgery Fails -yippee! Lol - but my beta/friend is busy at the moment - so that's why ;-) - but I hope you like these little chapters too
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Thanks for the reviews - that made my day!
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Eliza watched closely, as Logan manoeuvred the car with the hand controls over Seattle's dark bumpy roads.
"Is it difficult?" she finally asked when the traffic light was red.
"Hmm?" He kept his focus on the red light.
"Is it difficult to drive with the hand controls?" she asked while she glanced at Logan's thumb which was tapping impatiently on the steering wheel.
Logan's thumb stopped tapping, his eyes quickly glanced down his legs.
"You just have to get used to it," he said finally as the light jumped on green.
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"Oh damn it," he grunted.
Eliza looked up and saw the traffic on the road. "Hey, aren't they sector police?" she pointed out.
"No, they are just cops,"
"Aw, too bad," she said disappointedly.
Logan looked at her with a funny look on his face.
"I wanna see the sector cops," she said explained, "It will be so awesome to see them for real!" she beamed.
"You really are something different, you know," he smiled.
Eliza smiled shyly, feeling like a complete fool again.
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The cop tapped on the Aztec.
Logan opened his window. "Good evening, officer," he smiled politely.
"Security check up," the cop grunted as he shined his flashlight in Logan's face. "Open the trunk," the cop grunted again.
"Ok," he said calmly and pressed the button to open the trunk while shielding his eyes from the flashlight with his free hand. "It's open," he smiled again with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Eliza watched the cop walking to the back, checking the trunk for any drugs or weapons.
The cop slammed the trunk shut when he couldn't find anything suspicious. With his flashlight, he moved over to the backseat of the Aztec where he spotted something.
He opened the backdoor and started poking in the chair frame, which was turned upside down.
"That's a wheel chair," Eliza said to the cop.
The cop stopped and shined the flashlight in her face. "Was I asking you something?" he grunted.
"No sir," Eliza said quickly and turned back, pretending to stare in front of her.
"I'm sorry," she mouthed to Logan.
"Don't worry," he mouthed back at her as he shifted in his seat. His back was beginning to bother him.
The cop pushed the wheels away and lifted the chair a few inches up, checking if there was something hidden underneath it.
When he couldn't find anything he slammed the door back shut.
"Clear!" he shouted.
"Finally," Logan muttered, he started the engine again and drove off.
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It didn't take long before they were parked in the garage of Metro Medical.
Logan switched of the engine and Eliza excitedly jumped out.
"Ah," Logan gasped when he felt a sharp pain stabbing his back when he reached out for his chair which was at the back. He doubled over, grabbing the steering wheel tightly.
"Are you OK, Logan?" she asked, when she found him bending forward, rubbing his back carefully.
"I'm fine," he grunted into the dashboard. "Just give me a second, Ok ?"
"OK," she said as she rolled her eyes, remembering his royal stubbornness.
Eliza opened the back seat and started to unloaded the disassembled chair, which wasn't stored nice and neatly behind the drivers seat anymore. "Stupid cop," she muttered as she climbed in the back to get the last wheel out of the car.
Outside the car, she tried to pop the wheel back on onto the frame, but she didn't succeed.
"Eliza?" Logan asked when he found that his chair was missing.
In defeat she dragged the chair to the drivers seat and handed the parts to Logan.
"You don't have to do that, you know," he said as he popped the wheels back on the chair in one snap.
"Just wanna help," she smiled as she watched him lowering himself in the chair.
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I hope that I have more that 4 readers ! please gimme some feedback ;-)
Xxx - OD
Message to " me "- Hi thanks for your review, I thought you weren't around FF anymore , cuz I haven't seen you reviewing around much lately ... Anyway the answer to your question : I already have writing 2 chapters of Surgery Fails -yippee! Lol - but my beta/friend is busy at the moment - so that's why ;-) - but I hope you like these little chapters too
.
.
Thanks for the reviews - that made my day!
.
.
.
Eliza watched closely, as Logan manoeuvred the car with the hand controls over Seattle's dark bumpy roads.
"Is it difficult?" she finally asked when the traffic light was red.
"Hmm?" He kept his focus on the red light.
"Is it difficult to drive with the hand controls?" she asked while she glanced at Logan's thumb which was tapping impatiently on the steering wheel.
Logan's thumb stopped tapping, his eyes quickly glanced down his legs.
"You just have to get used to it," he said finally as the light jumped on green.
. . .
"Oh damn it," he grunted.
Eliza looked up and saw the traffic on the road. "Hey, aren't they sector police?" she pointed out.
"No, they are just cops,"
"Aw, too bad," she said disappointedly.
Logan looked at her with a funny look on his face.
"I wanna see the sector cops," she said explained, "It will be so awesome to see them for real!" she beamed.
"You really are something different, you know," he smiled.
Eliza smiled shyly, feeling like a complete fool again.
. . .
The cop tapped on the Aztec.
Logan opened his window. "Good evening, officer," he smiled politely.
"Security check up," the cop grunted as he shined his flashlight in Logan's face. "Open the trunk," the cop grunted again.
"Ok," he said calmly and pressed the button to open the trunk while shielding his eyes from the flashlight with his free hand. "It's open," he smiled again with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Eliza watched the cop walking to the back, checking the trunk for any drugs or weapons.
The cop slammed the trunk shut when he couldn't find anything suspicious. With his flashlight, he moved over to the backseat of the Aztec where he spotted something.
He opened the backdoor and started poking in the chair frame, which was turned upside down.
"That's a wheel chair," Eliza said to the cop.
The cop stopped and shined the flashlight in her face. "Was I asking you something?" he grunted.
"No sir," Eliza said quickly and turned back, pretending to stare in front of her.
"I'm sorry," she mouthed to Logan.
"Don't worry," he mouthed back at her as he shifted in his seat. His back was beginning to bother him.
The cop pushed the wheels away and lifted the chair a few inches up, checking if there was something hidden underneath it.
When he couldn't find anything he slammed the door back shut.
"Clear!" he shouted.
"Finally," Logan muttered, he started the engine again and drove off.
. . .
It didn't take long before they were parked in the garage of Metro Medical.
Logan switched of the engine and Eliza excitedly jumped out.
"Ah," Logan gasped when he felt a sharp pain stabbing his back when he reached out for his chair which was at the back. He doubled over, grabbing the steering wheel tightly.
"Are you OK, Logan?" she asked, when she found him bending forward, rubbing his back carefully.
"I'm fine," he grunted into the dashboard. "Just give me a second, Ok ?"
"OK," she said as she rolled her eyes, remembering his royal stubbornness.
Eliza opened the back seat and started to unloaded the disassembled chair, which wasn't stored nice and neatly behind the drivers seat anymore. "Stupid cop," she muttered as she climbed in the back to get the last wheel out of the car.
Outside the car, she tried to pop the wheel back on onto the frame, but she didn't succeed.
"Eliza?" Logan asked when he found that his chair was missing.
In defeat she dragged the chair to the drivers seat and handed the parts to Logan.
"You don't have to do that, you know," he said as he popped the wheels back on the chair in one snap.
"Just wanna help," she smiled as she watched him lowering himself in the chair.
. . .
I hope that I have more that 4 readers ! please gimme some feedback ;-)
Xxx - OD