A/N: It took us awfully long, sorry about that, it's just pretty hectic in both of our lives. Anyway, enjoy this! There are gonna be more chapters to come, they are written already.
Thanks to somebody's angel!!!
Have fun.
A New Place
There was a knock on the door and a moment later a maid opened the door, apparently having assumed the room was empty. She saw Max lying on the bed, flushed and sweaty; with big eyes she looked at Logan and asked in broken English. "Is she okay? Doctor?"
Logan was at a loss for words for a second at the sudden intrusion. "Ahem, she is okay. Just a little sun stroke. Everything's fine."
The maid still stood in the doorframe, staring at them, obviously waiting for an instruction on what to do.
"It's okay. Please come back later." Logan waved her off. "Can you do that?" he added impatiently when the maid kept staring.
"Sure?" The maid looked at the young woman with a worried expression, then remembered her duty and cast her eyes down. "Sorry for interruption." She quickly turned on her heel and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Logan turned back to Max and noticed that her eyes were half open and she was groggily watching him. "If you want to see a doctor though…I mean, if it's as bad as it looks…"
"I'm fine," Max mumbled. "Just need some rest. It's just so hot here."
Logan moved over to the window under which the air conditioner was placed and checked it again. He tried to adjust the knobs, but the old machine wouldn't offer any more cool air. He sighed. It would probably be best for them to find another place, calmer and more secluded, where Max could rest and he could work without disturbances.
Logan didn't waste any more time, he called information and got the numbers of several places in the area. After calling all of them he finally found someone who made a reasonable offer. His cover story was that he and his girlfriend wanted to spend some time away from the hectic and stressful life in the USA. He even used his disability as a reason, something he usually would never have done.
A guy picked him up at the hotel mid-afternoon, and showed him some places. As the town was rather small it didn't take long, and Logan didn't want to be picky either.
He accepted a cheap apartment near the waterfront, a few miles away from the center of the town. From one huge dusty window he had a view over the ocean and there was even some basic furniture there already. It cost a large amount of money to rent the place, but he didn't have much of a choice.
In return he received two keys and the information that there would be no contract. Logan nodded, that was just what he had wanted.
The guy took him back to the hotel, and Logan quickly packed their belongings before waking Max and taking her to the car. He checked out and tipped the maids generously before transferring to the car.
"You're gonna like our new place. It even has a balcony with an ocean view. And it's secluded and was pretty cheap. Nothing fancy though."
Max smiled gratefully at her boyfriend. "I'm not half as spoiled as you are and if you can deal with it, I won't have an issue with it."
Logan shot her a mock angry look and then nodded. "You got me. Anyway, here we are." He parked the car and preceded Max to the apartment. It was bedded into a mountain so while at the front the door was on ground level, at the back it was the first floor.
"Bedroom's right in here. I'll just get our bags and then I'll join you!" He said over his shoulder as he wheeled out the door.
It didn't take him long until he returned, yet when he entered the bedroom Max was already asleep. Slipping under the covers next to her, he gently caressed her cheek. She stirred slightly in her sleep and moved closer to him. "I love you, Max." He gave her a light kiss on the forehead and then laid back as well, intent on getting some much needed rest.
Logan woke an hour later. The sun was peeking through the crack in the closed blinds, and the air was hot and dusty. The apartment apparently hadn't been in use for quite some time.
Max still slept next to him, she had stretched out across the bed, leaving him hardly any space.
He sat up, carefully letting Max's head, which was snuggled against his chest, fall onto the pillow. Even in her sleep, she looked exhausted
He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, taking his time to wake up fully, and then transferred to his chair and went to the living room to find a bottle of water.
He examined the air-conditioning unit, switching it on to a medium level.
Max stirred, she had dreamt of Logan and all of a sudden his face had disappeared into the fog. Confused, she opened her eyes to find herself alone in a foreign room.
She hastily looked around, but when she tried to sit up, black spots danced n front of her eyes and she sank back immediately, groaning.
With the bottle of water in his lap, Logan returned to the bedroom.
As she lay still, concentrating on breathing steadily and deeply, her memory returned and when she heard the familiar sound of Logan's wheels on the floor she turned her head to smile at him tiredly.
"Hey sleepyhead, how are you doing? Do you feel any better?" Logan asked, stopping next to the bed and offering her the water.
"Kinda weird, like I have no strength left. Every movement hurts." She gratefully accepted the open bottle and took a few sips.
"Can I get you anything else?" Logan offered. "If there's anything I can do…"
"I'll be fine, don't worry so much." She smiled slightly. "But you know, maybe I'll be hungry sometime soon, wouldn't hurt to have something…" she trailed off.
"I'll have to buy something then. There's a little supermarket a few blocks away. Will you be okay on your own?" Logan asked worriedly.
"I'm gonna be fine. I'm not a baby, Logan," she yawned. "I'm just tired."
"Okay, so any special preferences?"
"Whatever, you know I love everything you whip up."
Logan smiled at her and turned to leave.
As soon as Logan had returned from the supermarket he started preparing dinner. He was starving himself. So he decided on some pasta and a salad. This was quick and easily prepared. He wasn't up to cooking anything fancy. He wasn't used to the heat and the past days had been quite exhausting, with all the worrying about Max. He felt like going right back to bed, and he would do so as soon as possible, but first he had to feed Max.
Max smelled the sauce from the bedroom and slowly made her way to the living room. Once there she sank down on the couch, still too weak to stand for more than a few minutes. She tiredly watched Logan set the table and prepare dinner.
When the food was ready she shifted to the table and forced some pasta down. She was starving, but at the same time she felt like she wouldn't be able too keep much down.
"We're lucky they have some basic kitchen equipment." Logan said, stirring the sauce
Logan finished his plate in no time. "Aren't you hungry?" he asked, when he saw Max hardly touching her pasta.
"I am, but I don't feel like eating. I'm sorry. Now I feel bad because I asked you to cook."
"Never mind, but you should try to eat a little at least. Get some strength back." Logan replied.
"I know," Max looked at him miserably. "Are you gonna get me a bucket just in case? I did that for you, too," she reminded him mercilessly.
"That bad?" Logan asked.
Max shrugged. "Never felt like this before. I definitely don't like it."
"Try to eat a little, okay. We'll see if it stays in." If Max threw up, he'd clean it up.
Max ate a few bites and then sank back in her chair. "I think I'll go back to bed. Maybe sleep will help."
Logan sighed and picked up the plates, taking them to the sink, emptying Max's hardly touched pasta into the garbage bin. "I'll be with you in a few minutes," he called after her.
Max cast him a weak smile, entered the room and slipped under the blanket. Within moments she drifted off.
TBC
Thanks to somebody's angel!!!
Have fun.
A New Place
There was a knock on the door and a moment later a maid opened the door, apparently having assumed the room was empty. She saw Max lying on the bed, flushed and sweaty; with big eyes she looked at Logan and asked in broken English. "Is she okay? Doctor?"
Logan was at a loss for words for a second at the sudden intrusion. "Ahem, she is okay. Just a little sun stroke. Everything's fine."
The maid still stood in the doorframe, staring at them, obviously waiting for an instruction on what to do.
"It's okay. Please come back later." Logan waved her off. "Can you do that?" he added impatiently when the maid kept staring.
"Sure?" The maid looked at the young woman with a worried expression, then remembered her duty and cast her eyes down. "Sorry for interruption." She quickly turned on her heel and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Logan turned back to Max and noticed that her eyes were half open and she was groggily watching him. "If you want to see a doctor though…I mean, if it's as bad as it looks…"
"I'm fine," Max mumbled. "Just need some rest. It's just so hot here."
Logan moved over to the window under which the air conditioner was placed and checked it again. He tried to adjust the knobs, but the old machine wouldn't offer any more cool air. He sighed. It would probably be best for them to find another place, calmer and more secluded, where Max could rest and he could work without disturbances.
Logan didn't waste any more time, he called information and got the numbers of several places in the area. After calling all of them he finally found someone who made a reasonable offer. His cover story was that he and his girlfriend wanted to spend some time away from the hectic and stressful life in the USA. He even used his disability as a reason, something he usually would never have done.
A guy picked him up at the hotel mid-afternoon, and showed him some places. As the town was rather small it didn't take long, and Logan didn't want to be picky either.
He accepted a cheap apartment near the waterfront, a few miles away from the center of the town. From one huge dusty window he had a view over the ocean and there was even some basic furniture there already. It cost a large amount of money to rent the place, but he didn't have much of a choice.
In return he received two keys and the information that there would be no contract. Logan nodded, that was just what he had wanted.
The guy took him back to the hotel, and Logan quickly packed their belongings before waking Max and taking her to the car. He checked out and tipped the maids generously before transferring to the car.
"You're gonna like our new place. It even has a balcony with an ocean view. And it's secluded and was pretty cheap. Nothing fancy though."
Max smiled gratefully at her boyfriend. "I'm not half as spoiled as you are and if you can deal with it, I won't have an issue with it."
Logan shot her a mock angry look and then nodded. "You got me. Anyway, here we are." He parked the car and preceded Max to the apartment. It was bedded into a mountain so while at the front the door was on ground level, at the back it was the first floor.
"Bedroom's right in here. I'll just get our bags and then I'll join you!" He said over his shoulder as he wheeled out the door.
It didn't take him long until he returned, yet when he entered the bedroom Max was already asleep. Slipping under the covers next to her, he gently caressed her cheek. She stirred slightly in her sleep and moved closer to him. "I love you, Max." He gave her a light kiss on the forehead and then laid back as well, intent on getting some much needed rest.
Logan woke an hour later. The sun was peeking through the crack in the closed blinds, and the air was hot and dusty. The apartment apparently hadn't been in use for quite some time.
Max still slept next to him, she had stretched out across the bed, leaving him hardly any space.
He sat up, carefully letting Max's head, which was snuggled against his chest, fall onto the pillow. Even in her sleep, she looked exhausted
He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, taking his time to wake up fully, and then transferred to his chair and went to the living room to find a bottle of water.
He examined the air-conditioning unit, switching it on to a medium level.
Max stirred, she had dreamt of Logan and all of a sudden his face had disappeared into the fog. Confused, she opened her eyes to find herself alone in a foreign room.
She hastily looked around, but when she tried to sit up, black spots danced n front of her eyes and she sank back immediately, groaning.
With the bottle of water in his lap, Logan returned to the bedroom.
As she lay still, concentrating on breathing steadily and deeply, her memory returned and when she heard the familiar sound of Logan's wheels on the floor she turned her head to smile at him tiredly.
"Hey sleepyhead, how are you doing? Do you feel any better?" Logan asked, stopping next to the bed and offering her the water.
"Kinda weird, like I have no strength left. Every movement hurts." She gratefully accepted the open bottle and took a few sips.
"Can I get you anything else?" Logan offered. "If there's anything I can do…"
"I'll be fine, don't worry so much." She smiled slightly. "But you know, maybe I'll be hungry sometime soon, wouldn't hurt to have something…" she trailed off.
"I'll have to buy something then. There's a little supermarket a few blocks away. Will you be okay on your own?" Logan asked worriedly.
"I'm gonna be fine. I'm not a baby, Logan," she yawned. "I'm just tired."
"Okay, so any special preferences?"
"Whatever, you know I love everything you whip up."
Logan smiled at her and turned to leave.
As soon as Logan had returned from the supermarket he started preparing dinner. He was starving himself. So he decided on some pasta and a salad. This was quick and easily prepared. He wasn't up to cooking anything fancy. He wasn't used to the heat and the past days had been quite exhausting, with all the worrying about Max. He felt like going right back to bed, and he would do so as soon as possible, but first he had to feed Max.
Max smelled the sauce from the bedroom and slowly made her way to the living room. Once there she sank down on the couch, still too weak to stand for more than a few minutes. She tiredly watched Logan set the table and prepare dinner.
When the food was ready she shifted to the table and forced some pasta down. She was starving, but at the same time she felt like she wouldn't be able too keep much down.
"We're lucky they have some basic kitchen equipment." Logan said, stirring the sauce
Logan finished his plate in no time. "Aren't you hungry?" he asked, when he saw Max hardly touching her pasta.
"I am, but I don't feel like eating. I'm sorry. Now I feel bad because I asked you to cook."
"Never mind, but you should try to eat a little at least. Get some strength back." Logan replied.
"I know," Max looked at him miserably. "Are you gonna get me a bucket just in case? I did that for you, too," she reminded him mercilessly.
"That bad?" Logan asked.
Max shrugged. "Never felt like this before. I definitely don't like it."
"Try to eat a little, okay. We'll see if it stays in." If Max threw up, he'd clean it up.
Max ate a few bites and then sank back in her chair. "I think I'll go back to bed. Maybe sleep will help."
Logan sighed and picked up the plates, taking them to the sink, emptying Max's hardly touched pasta into the garbage bin. "I'll be with you in a few minutes," he called after her.
Max cast him a weak smile, entered the room and slipped under the blanket. Within moments she drifted off.
TBC