Dark angel and all its characters and everything with it belong 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.
Summary: Chapter 1: Logan got his back surgery and lost his feeling
from the chest down.
Read and Please Review, but most importantly: ENJOY - Thanks
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Chapter 2 - Going Home
A few moments later, Bling re-entered the room together with Dr Sam.
"Good news Logan" - Bling said happily.
A smile appeared on Logan's face.
"Can I go home ?"
"Yes" - answered the doctor. "But on one occasion. You have to promise
me that you will rest and stay in bed for al least a week. And I know
that Bling will make sure of that! . . . Oh yeah, here's a
prescription for painkillers."
"Nah, I don't think I'm going to use that!"
"Still as stubborn, isn't he?" Dr Sam whispered to Bling while he gave
him the prescription. Bling laughed.
"Can we go now?" - Logan asked. He sounded like a kid who got bored.
"Yes, just sign this, OK?"
Logan scribbled down his signature without reading the piece of paper.
Dr. Sam left to get his chair, while Bling started to help getting
Logan dressed.
"Don't, I still can get myself dressed you know."
"OK."
Bling backed off and handed him the clothes. He knew that Logan liked
to be independent.
"Thanks." - He said dryly.
"You're welcome."
It was obvious that Logan has forgotten that his body has changed. He
tried to prop himself up in a sitting position. But he couldn't even
managed that, let alone dressing himself.
Angrily he threw the blankets on the floor with great force. Of course
his back didn't agree with this kind of movement.
"Uh!" Logan gashed reaching out for his back, regretting what he just
did.
Bling kept his silence and waited until the pain had subsided. To
prevent anymore awkward situations for Logan, he helped him getting
dressed. He supported his back into a sitting position.
Logan winced with every movement made by his back.
"I guess the morphine is wearing out, isn't it ?" - Bling said
lightly.
Logan didn't hear him, he was too busy with taking off the gown and
putting on a shirt while Bling supported him to sit upright and
keeping him balanced.
After he was finished, Bling carefully lay him back on his back and
grabbed his baggy jeans. He slipped Logan's legs one by one through
the pipes and dragged them up so Logan could button his jeans.
Bling started to put on his socks and shoes.
"I can do that myself, Bling."
"Yeah , I know. But you have done enough for today, and besides you
don't want to bother your back again now, will yah?" He said with a
smile.
Logan blushed.
After he put on the shoes, he handed Logan's glasses which were still
on the nightstand.
"Thanks" - Even though he never said it to Bling. But he really
appreciated him for treating him normally and helping him out when it
was needed.
Dr. Sam Carr came back with his chair. Together with Bling , they
lifted Logan in his chair, carefully not to cause him anymore pain
than necessary.
Once Logan was seated, Dr Sam put a Velcro strap around his chest and
attached it at the backrest of his chair. Logan sighed and stared at
the floor in front of him.
"You know, this is to support your back, Logan." - He said.
"And to prevent you from any unnecessary pain while you are healing."
- Bling added, trying to brighten his spirit.
Logan felt awkward and spun his chair with some effort.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?"
"Home!"
"Not so fast Mister! You are not wheeling today. In fact, you are not
going to wheel for the next seven days!"
Logan rolled his eyes while Bling started to push Logan's backrest
since there were no handles on his chair.
"Well , I see that you are in good hands, Logan. Call me if you are
having trouble, Okay?"
"Yeah, Bye Doc." - He showed a small smile on his face.
Bling pushed Logan down the hallway into the elevator.
"Ready to get home?"
"Definitely!"
Bling pushed Logan over to the Azteck and parked his chair in front of
the passenger seat. Logan looked up at Bling.
"I guess you won't let me drive either, huh?" - He shrugged.
"Yup, you've got that right" - He laughed.
Logan removed the Velcro strap around his chest and looked up at the
passenger seat. He prepared him self mentally for the painful
transfer.
"Ready?"
Logan nodded.
Bling carefully transferred him in to the passenger seat and handed
him his seatbelt.
Logan didn't make any sound, but the discomfort was written on his
face.
Then he stored the wheelchair in the trunk and settled himself in the
drivers seat. He took a glance at Logan, who kept staring in front of
him, and drove out of the garage.
"Its not going to be like this forever, it will get better you know."
Bling said, trying to break the silence in the car. "When your back is
healed, we can slowly start working-out again."
There was a silence in the car.
". . . and things doesn't have to change to much." - He continued.
"BECAUSE I AM ALL READY IN THE CHAIR???" - He yelled.
Bling looked over at him. Logan was surprised with his own reaction.
"I am sorry, Bling. I shouldn't have let myself go like that."
"You know what, I am glad you did, Logan . . . Man, you've got to
scream a little or you're going to explode!
"Yeah" - Logan snorted.
Bling began to concentrate on the road, trying to avoid the bumps,
keeping the car as steady as possible. Which was pretty hard,
especially after The Pulse.
. . .
"Logan . . . Logan, wake up. We are home" - Bling shook his shoulder
carefully, trying not to hurt his back.
"Hmmm . . . what? - He mumbled.
"We are home." - He said while getting the chair out of the trunk.
Bling pushed the chair to the passenger seat and unbuckled Logan's
seatbelt, who was eager to get out.
"Wait Logan , you are going to hurt yourself!"
But it was too late. Logan lost his balance and almost tumbled out the
car and hit the floor, if it wasn't for Bling's quick catch.
Logan screamed it out and gasped for breath, while Bling carefully
placed him in his chair.
"You've got to have patients, Logan." - He said while leaning over to
strap the belt around the chest.
Bling locked the car with the remote and pushed Logan in the elevator
and pressed the button at the top.
"How's your back?"
"Awful." - He replied through clenched teeth
"I'll get you some painkillers." - He said when he push Logan out of
the elevator.
"No, don't bother! I want to keep my head clear."
"Suit yourself, but you are going straight to bed !"
"Yes, Mom."
But Bling rolled Logan into the bathroom first. He placed the chair
near the toilet and handed him a bottle of antiseptic and everything
he needed and left the bathroom to give him some privacy. He didn't
say a word, knowing that Logan always felt awkward about this issue.
The toilet flushed. This was a sign for Bling to re-entered the
bathroom. He rolled Logan to the sink, where he washed his hands and
face.
A few minutes later, he rolled Logan to the bedroom and took of his
shoes.
With one arm under the armpits and one under the knees, he lifted
Logan (who braced himself for the painful transfer) on the bed.
"Are you sure you don't want any painkillers?" - He asked when he saw Logan's face.
Logan shook his head.
"How long will it be like this?" -Logan asked?
"What? . . . The pain?"
Logan nodded.
"Dr. Carr said that you back will be sore for at least 5 or 7 days.
That is why you have to stay in bed."
Logan sighed.
"Do you need anything? Something to read?"
"No, thanks." - He groaned.
"OK, then I'll make something to eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"Well, you've got to eat something. I'll be right back!" - He
laughed.
Logan sighed. He was worried about how this will effect his life. He
was afraid. How will Max react? He hated to be in that damned chair.
He hated that his legs didn't work, but now its even worse, can't
sit, can't move, can't do anything. He hated his useless body.
* * *
Please review. Thanks!
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.
Summary: Chapter 1: Logan got his back surgery and lost his feeling
from the chest down.
Read and Please Review, but most importantly: ENJOY - Thanks
* * *
Chapter 2 - Going Home
A few moments later, Bling re-entered the room together with Dr Sam.
"Good news Logan" - Bling said happily.
A smile appeared on Logan's face.
"Can I go home ?"
"Yes" - answered the doctor. "But on one occasion. You have to promise
me that you will rest and stay in bed for al least a week. And I know
that Bling will make sure of that! . . . Oh yeah, here's a
prescription for painkillers."
"Nah, I don't think I'm going to use that!"
"Still as stubborn, isn't he?" Dr Sam whispered to Bling while he gave
him the prescription. Bling laughed.
"Can we go now?" - Logan asked. He sounded like a kid who got bored.
"Yes, just sign this, OK?"
Logan scribbled down his signature without reading the piece of paper.
Dr. Sam left to get his chair, while Bling started to help getting
Logan dressed.
"Don't, I still can get myself dressed you know."
"OK."
Bling backed off and handed him the clothes. He knew that Logan liked
to be independent.
"Thanks." - He said dryly.
"You're welcome."
It was obvious that Logan has forgotten that his body has changed. He
tried to prop himself up in a sitting position. But he couldn't even
managed that, let alone dressing himself.
Angrily he threw the blankets on the floor with great force. Of course
his back didn't agree with this kind of movement.
"Uh!" Logan gashed reaching out for his back, regretting what he just
did.
Bling kept his silence and waited until the pain had subsided. To
prevent anymore awkward situations for Logan, he helped him getting
dressed. He supported his back into a sitting position.
Logan winced with every movement made by his back.
"I guess the morphine is wearing out, isn't it ?" - Bling said
lightly.
Logan didn't hear him, he was too busy with taking off the gown and
putting on a shirt while Bling supported him to sit upright and
keeping him balanced.
After he was finished, Bling carefully lay him back on his back and
grabbed his baggy jeans. He slipped Logan's legs one by one through
the pipes and dragged them up so Logan could button his jeans.
Bling started to put on his socks and shoes.
"I can do that myself, Bling."
"Yeah , I know. But you have done enough for today, and besides you
don't want to bother your back again now, will yah?" He said with a
smile.
Logan blushed.
After he put on the shoes, he handed Logan's glasses which were still
on the nightstand.
"Thanks" - Even though he never said it to Bling. But he really
appreciated him for treating him normally and helping him out when it
was needed.
Dr. Sam Carr came back with his chair. Together with Bling , they
lifted Logan in his chair, carefully not to cause him anymore pain
than necessary.
Once Logan was seated, Dr Sam put a Velcro strap around his chest and
attached it at the backrest of his chair. Logan sighed and stared at
the floor in front of him.
"You know, this is to support your back, Logan." - He said.
"And to prevent you from any unnecessary pain while you are healing."
- Bling added, trying to brighten his spirit.
Logan felt awkward and spun his chair with some effort.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?"
"Home!"
"Not so fast Mister! You are not wheeling today. In fact, you are not
going to wheel for the next seven days!"
Logan rolled his eyes while Bling started to push Logan's backrest
since there were no handles on his chair.
"Well , I see that you are in good hands, Logan. Call me if you are
having trouble, Okay?"
"Yeah, Bye Doc." - He showed a small smile on his face.
Bling pushed Logan down the hallway into the elevator.
"Ready to get home?"
"Definitely!"
Bling pushed Logan over to the Azteck and parked his chair in front of
the passenger seat. Logan looked up at Bling.
"I guess you won't let me drive either, huh?" - He shrugged.
"Yup, you've got that right" - He laughed.
Logan removed the Velcro strap around his chest and looked up at the
passenger seat. He prepared him self mentally for the painful
transfer.
"Ready?"
Logan nodded.
Bling carefully transferred him in to the passenger seat and handed
him his seatbelt.
Logan didn't make any sound, but the discomfort was written on his
face.
Then he stored the wheelchair in the trunk and settled himself in the
drivers seat. He took a glance at Logan, who kept staring in front of
him, and drove out of the garage.
"Its not going to be like this forever, it will get better you know."
Bling said, trying to break the silence in the car. "When your back is
healed, we can slowly start working-out again."
There was a silence in the car.
". . . and things doesn't have to change to much." - He continued.
"BECAUSE I AM ALL READY IN THE CHAIR???" - He yelled.
Bling looked over at him. Logan was surprised with his own reaction.
"I am sorry, Bling. I shouldn't have let myself go like that."
"You know what, I am glad you did, Logan . . . Man, you've got to
scream a little or you're going to explode!
"Yeah" - Logan snorted.
Bling began to concentrate on the road, trying to avoid the bumps,
keeping the car as steady as possible. Which was pretty hard,
especially after The Pulse.
. . .
"Logan . . . Logan, wake up. We are home" - Bling shook his shoulder
carefully, trying not to hurt his back.
"Hmmm . . . what? - He mumbled.
"We are home." - He said while getting the chair out of the trunk.
Bling pushed the chair to the passenger seat and unbuckled Logan's
seatbelt, who was eager to get out.
"Wait Logan , you are going to hurt yourself!"
But it was too late. Logan lost his balance and almost tumbled out the
car and hit the floor, if it wasn't for Bling's quick catch.
Logan screamed it out and gasped for breath, while Bling carefully
placed him in his chair.
"You've got to have patients, Logan." - He said while leaning over to
strap the belt around the chest.
Bling locked the car with the remote and pushed Logan in the elevator
and pressed the button at the top.
"How's your back?"
"Awful." - He replied through clenched teeth
"I'll get you some painkillers." - He said when he push Logan out of
the elevator.
"No, don't bother! I want to keep my head clear."
"Suit yourself, but you are going straight to bed !"
"Yes, Mom."
But Bling rolled Logan into the bathroom first. He placed the chair
near the toilet and handed him a bottle of antiseptic and everything
he needed and left the bathroom to give him some privacy. He didn't
say a word, knowing that Logan always felt awkward about this issue.
The toilet flushed. This was a sign for Bling to re-entered the
bathroom. He rolled Logan to the sink, where he washed his hands and
face.
A few minutes later, he rolled Logan to the bedroom and took of his
shoes.
With one arm under the armpits and one under the knees, he lifted
Logan (who braced himself for the painful transfer) on the bed.
"Are you sure you don't want any painkillers?" - He asked when he saw Logan's face.
Logan shook his head.
"How long will it be like this?" -Logan asked?
"What? . . . The pain?"
Logan nodded.
"Dr. Carr said that you back will be sore for at least 5 or 7 days.
That is why you have to stay in bed."
Logan sighed.
"Do you need anything? Something to read?"
"No, thanks." - He groaned.
"OK, then I'll make something to eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"Well, you've got to eat something. I'll be right back!" - He
laughed.
Logan sighed. He was worried about how this will effect his life. He
was afraid. How will Max react? He hated to be in that damned chair.
He hated that his legs didn't work, but now its even worse, can't
sit, can't move, can't do anything. He hated his useless body.
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Please review. Thanks!