***30 minutes later***
Logan began to stir slowly. He was still somewhat groggy from being under the anaesthetic, but something told him that he needed to wake up...now. Taking in his surroundings, he noticed that he was in a hospital, and for a moment he was terrified as the memory of being shot in the spine all those years ago resurfaced. But as he took toll of his bodily functions, he assured himself that everything was working fine. The only problem seemed to be the slight pressure on his chest.
Looking down at his chest, he realised that the source of pressure was a dark haired female resting there. Smiling, he tried to bring up a hand to stroke her hair, only to find a catheter stuck into it. He frowned and tried to follow the tubing to see where the other end was. From where he was laying, he didn't see any I.V. bags with blood around him. Following it, he realised that it was stuck to Max's arm. Oh God...please no... Sitting up carefully so as not to dislodge Max too much, Logan cautiously removed the Catheter from his hand and then from Max's. Checking her pulse, he was relieved to find it steady, though he was slightly worried because it was weak. How long has she been transfusing me? Aren't the doctors meant to supervise these kind of things?
Slowly getting off the bed, Logan placed Max in his place and looked around for his things. Thankfully, his clothes were in a neat pile on the chair at the other end of the room. Moving towards them, he prayed that people hadn't decided to take advantage of his unconsciousness to pinch his phone. Mercifully someone out there was still vouching for him, and as he located his phone, he hit the speed dial and waited impatiently for the person on the other end to pick up.
"Hey, its Bling."
"Great thank God. It's me Logan."
"Hey buddy, what's up? Howz Max?" Logan was sure that there was a smirk on his friend's face when he asked the last question.
Glancing at a very pale Max briefly, an agitated Logan ran a hand through his already spiky hair. "That's what I called about; I don't think she's doing to good."
Bling could hear the distress in his friend's voice and decided this was not the time to tease him about his not-so-platonic relationship with Max. "Why, what's wrong with her?" he too was feeling a bit uneasy. Max was usually not one to fall ill, with the exception of her seizures.
Logan proceeded to tell Bling all about the whole deal with Tony Dinizzo. He told him how he got shot and ended up in the hospital to remove a bullet from his arm and a get couple of stitches. Explaining everything till when he was put under and woke up to find Max transfusing him. "Really, I don't know what she was thinking. She could have killed herself trying to pull a stunt like that. And its not like I can just walk up to a doctor and ask them to give her a transfusion. The risk of exposure is just too great."
Bling replied thoughtfully, "She cares about you a lot Logan. I don't think she would have just sat there and watched you die. Both of you may be oblivious to your effects on the other, but it doesn't change the facts that –"
"Really Bling, this is not the time for one of your little talks. Can you try to focus on Max and what we could possibly do to save her." then quietly he added, "I can't lose her...not like this."
"Don't worry man, you're not gonna lose her. Sit tight and I'll be on my way."
"I'm in room 204, Metro med." With that he hung up.
Going over to Max, he gently stroked her cheek. It felt so soft. As she nuzzled it slowly, he was relived that she was at least aware of someone touching her. Maybe she'd be alright after all. He went over to the door and closed it properly before quickly changing into his normal clothes and lying on the small hospital bed with Max. He needed to reassure himself that she was not going anywhere, so he held on to her tightly and breathed in her warm scent.
"Don't leave me...please."
Somewhere in his mind, he thought he heard her say, "don't let go". But after looking at her, he realised that it was probably in his head; she didn't look anything near wakefulness.
Nonetheless, he answered, "I promise... I'll never let go." Hugging her tightly again, he fell into a light snooze. He was still a little groggy from being put under.
****
Roughly an hour later, a disgruntled Bling ran through the corridors of metro med. He had tried to get here quicker, but sector cops had decided to be difficult. There was little he could do to stop them from searching his car and going through the tedious process of checking his papers. He knew that when it came to Max, Logan had never had his head screwed on right and he was kinda worried he might do something stupid. Though, he was surprised that Logan hadn't called him back since the last time. Not sure whether that was a good sign or not, an anxious Bling finally found the door to Logan's room. Putting a hand on the handle, he was about to open the door when a young black nurse with her hair in Afro-puffs stopped him.
"Excuse me sir, what are you doing?"
Wondering why he felt like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he took his hand of the handle and answered, "Hi, I'm here to see Mr. Cale. He came in here a few hours ago for multiple injuries. I just spoke to him and he said I should come over."
The nurse became suspicious; "I'm sorry mister...mister..." she looked at him expectantly.
"Jackson. Bling Jackson." He supplied.
Beginning again, "I'm sorry Mr. Jackson, but I find your story hard to believe seeing as Mr. Cale would hardly be in any condition to be making phone calls. He was in surgery just a few hours ago. And minor though it may have been, he did lose a lot of blood. I don't think he would have been able to recover quite so quickly as to be able to go looking around for a payphone to call you."
"First of all, Mr. Cale did not go to a payphone; he called me on his cell. Secondly, that he was able to call me obviously means he was well enough. And lastly I really don't see how this business concerns you, because the last time I checked, patients were still allowed to have visitors. A rule that has been withstanding well before the pulse." Bling was a little curious as to how Logan seemed to sound so healthy if he had been in such bad shape before. Gonna have to ask him about that later...
"Really sir, there is no need to use that tone of voice. Either way Mr. Cale already has a visitor and since the pulse, it is standard procedure for only one visitor to be present at a time unless they are family members." Eying him wearily, she continued, "And judging from your appearance, I think it's pretty safe to say that you ain't no brother of Mr. Cale" She was loosing her patience and was tired of acting 'nice little nurse'.
"I never said I was his brother I-"
"And you neva said you wasn't either." She replied giving him a look with loads of attitude.
"As I was saying, before I was interrupted...I am his physiotherapist. So that in itself gives me right to see him because he is my patient."
"Whatever. You know what, if you wanna see for yourself then have a look. Mr. Cale is sleeping and would probably not appreciate visitors...especially ones like you..." she muttered the latter part of the sentence under her breath. "If you can get his other visitor to leave then maybe you can stay. She's been with him since they came in together; I really doubt she's gonna leave him, even for a physiotherapist." With that she swung open the door to the room.
The sight inside the room made them both stop for a second. Max and Logan were cuddled together on the single hospital bed, with Logan's hand wrapped tightly around Max's waist and her hand clutching his shirt. They both looked as though letting go of the other would surely be their death.
Closing the door again, the nurse rounded on Bling. "I'm sorry Mr. Jackson, but it looks like Mr. Cale is not in the mood for visitors. Why don't you wait in the waiting room, when he wakes up, I'll let him know you're awake."
She was about to turn around and leave when Bling grabbed her hand, "Wait...What's your name?" he said while never letting go of her hand.
"Jay."
"Jay...isn't that a guy's name?"
"No its not; it's short for Janet." Suddenly realising that her hand was still cradled in his she pulled it out, "Besides what's it to you anyway? Last time I checked, you were supposed to be making a beeline for the waiting room?" she said cocking an eyebrow expectantly.
"Calm down, I'm gonna go. Just wanted to know the name of the lovely nurse who so kindly wants to hand me my ass on a tin platter. Though whether its actually possible is rather debatable." He said with a grin. He really was turning on the charm.
"Whatever...now get," she said cocking her head in the direction of the waiting room though she didn't seem to say it with as much conviction as before. She had to admit the guy was kinda charming in his annoying I'm-the- king-of-the-world-way.
As he turned to leave, she called out "And for the record, I could easily kick your ass. It all depends on what you do to deserve it." she smiled at him
Giving a harsh laugh he shook his head and entered the waiting room to wait until Logan woke up from his little nap and was ready to leave. He did notice that Max looked a little pale, but other than that she just looked like she was sleeping deeply. Logan had obviously over reacted again. With a small laugh, he settled into one of the armchairs and thought about his acquaintance with nurse Janet. She was rather attractive, and her attitude seemed to ruffle his feathers in a weirdly appealing way...
Logan began to stir slowly. He was still somewhat groggy from being under the anaesthetic, but something told him that he needed to wake up...now. Taking in his surroundings, he noticed that he was in a hospital, and for a moment he was terrified as the memory of being shot in the spine all those years ago resurfaced. But as he took toll of his bodily functions, he assured himself that everything was working fine. The only problem seemed to be the slight pressure on his chest.
Looking down at his chest, he realised that the source of pressure was a dark haired female resting there. Smiling, he tried to bring up a hand to stroke her hair, only to find a catheter stuck into it. He frowned and tried to follow the tubing to see where the other end was. From where he was laying, he didn't see any I.V. bags with blood around him. Following it, he realised that it was stuck to Max's arm. Oh God...please no... Sitting up carefully so as not to dislodge Max too much, Logan cautiously removed the Catheter from his hand and then from Max's. Checking her pulse, he was relieved to find it steady, though he was slightly worried because it was weak. How long has she been transfusing me? Aren't the doctors meant to supervise these kind of things?
Slowly getting off the bed, Logan placed Max in his place and looked around for his things. Thankfully, his clothes were in a neat pile on the chair at the other end of the room. Moving towards them, he prayed that people hadn't decided to take advantage of his unconsciousness to pinch his phone. Mercifully someone out there was still vouching for him, and as he located his phone, he hit the speed dial and waited impatiently for the person on the other end to pick up.
"Hey, its Bling."
"Great thank God. It's me Logan."
"Hey buddy, what's up? Howz Max?" Logan was sure that there was a smirk on his friend's face when he asked the last question.
Glancing at a very pale Max briefly, an agitated Logan ran a hand through his already spiky hair. "That's what I called about; I don't think she's doing to good."
Bling could hear the distress in his friend's voice and decided this was not the time to tease him about his not-so-platonic relationship with Max. "Why, what's wrong with her?" he too was feeling a bit uneasy. Max was usually not one to fall ill, with the exception of her seizures.
Logan proceeded to tell Bling all about the whole deal with Tony Dinizzo. He told him how he got shot and ended up in the hospital to remove a bullet from his arm and a get couple of stitches. Explaining everything till when he was put under and woke up to find Max transfusing him. "Really, I don't know what she was thinking. She could have killed herself trying to pull a stunt like that. And its not like I can just walk up to a doctor and ask them to give her a transfusion. The risk of exposure is just too great."
Bling replied thoughtfully, "She cares about you a lot Logan. I don't think she would have just sat there and watched you die. Both of you may be oblivious to your effects on the other, but it doesn't change the facts that –"
"Really Bling, this is not the time for one of your little talks. Can you try to focus on Max and what we could possibly do to save her." then quietly he added, "I can't lose her...not like this."
"Don't worry man, you're not gonna lose her. Sit tight and I'll be on my way."
"I'm in room 204, Metro med." With that he hung up.
Going over to Max, he gently stroked her cheek. It felt so soft. As she nuzzled it slowly, he was relived that she was at least aware of someone touching her. Maybe she'd be alright after all. He went over to the door and closed it properly before quickly changing into his normal clothes and lying on the small hospital bed with Max. He needed to reassure himself that she was not going anywhere, so he held on to her tightly and breathed in her warm scent.
"Don't leave me...please."
Somewhere in his mind, he thought he heard her say, "don't let go". But after looking at her, he realised that it was probably in his head; she didn't look anything near wakefulness.
Nonetheless, he answered, "I promise... I'll never let go." Hugging her tightly again, he fell into a light snooze. He was still a little groggy from being put under.
****
Roughly an hour later, a disgruntled Bling ran through the corridors of metro med. He had tried to get here quicker, but sector cops had decided to be difficult. There was little he could do to stop them from searching his car and going through the tedious process of checking his papers. He knew that when it came to Max, Logan had never had his head screwed on right and he was kinda worried he might do something stupid. Though, he was surprised that Logan hadn't called him back since the last time. Not sure whether that was a good sign or not, an anxious Bling finally found the door to Logan's room. Putting a hand on the handle, he was about to open the door when a young black nurse with her hair in Afro-puffs stopped him.
"Excuse me sir, what are you doing?"
Wondering why he felt like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, he took his hand of the handle and answered, "Hi, I'm here to see Mr. Cale. He came in here a few hours ago for multiple injuries. I just spoke to him and he said I should come over."
The nurse became suspicious; "I'm sorry mister...mister..." she looked at him expectantly.
"Jackson. Bling Jackson." He supplied.
Beginning again, "I'm sorry Mr. Jackson, but I find your story hard to believe seeing as Mr. Cale would hardly be in any condition to be making phone calls. He was in surgery just a few hours ago. And minor though it may have been, he did lose a lot of blood. I don't think he would have been able to recover quite so quickly as to be able to go looking around for a payphone to call you."
"First of all, Mr. Cale did not go to a payphone; he called me on his cell. Secondly, that he was able to call me obviously means he was well enough. And lastly I really don't see how this business concerns you, because the last time I checked, patients were still allowed to have visitors. A rule that has been withstanding well before the pulse." Bling was a little curious as to how Logan seemed to sound so healthy if he had been in such bad shape before. Gonna have to ask him about that later...
"Really sir, there is no need to use that tone of voice. Either way Mr. Cale already has a visitor and since the pulse, it is standard procedure for only one visitor to be present at a time unless they are family members." Eying him wearily, she continued, "And judging from your appearance, I think it's pretty safe to say that you ain't no brother of Mr. Cale" She was loosing her patience and was tired of acting 'nice little nurse'.
"I never said I was his brother I-"
"And you neva said you wasn't either." She replied giving him a look with loads of attitude.
"As I was saying, before I was interrupted...I am his physiotherapist. So that in itself gives me right to see him because he is my patient."
"Whatever. You know what, if you wanna see for yourself then have a look. Mr. Cale is sleeping and would probably not appreciate visitors...especially ones like you..." she muttered the latter part of the sentence under her breath. "If you can get his other visitor to leave then maybe you can stay. She's been with him since they came in together; I really doubt she's gonna leave him, even for a physiotherapist." With that she swung open the door to the room.
The sight inside the room made them both stop for a second. Max and Logan were cuddled together on the single hospital bed, with Logan's hand wrapped tightly around Max's waist and her hand clutching his shirt. They both looked as though letting go of the other would surely be their death.
Closing the door again, the nurse rounded on Bling. "I'm sorry Mr. Jackson, but it looks like Mr. Cale is not in the mood for visitors. Why don't you wait in the waiting room, when he wakes up, I'll let him know you're awake."
She was about to turn around and leave when Bling grabbed her hand, "Wait...What's your name?" he said while never letting go of her hand.
"Jay."
"Jay...isn't that a guy's name?"
"No its not; it's short for Janet." Suddenly realising that her hand was still cradled in his she pulled it out, "Besides what's it to you anyway? Last time I checked, you were supposed to be making a beeline for the waiting room?" she said cocking an eyebrow expectantly.
"Calm down, I'm gonna go. Just wanted to know the name of the lovely nurse who so kindly wants to hand me my ass on a tin platter. Though whether its actually possible is rather debatable." He said with a grin. He really was turning on the charm.
"Whatever...now get," she said cocking her head in the direction of the waiting room though she didn't seem to say it with as much conviction as before. She had to admit the guy was kinda charming in his annoying I'm-the- king-of-the-world-way.
As he turned to leave, she called out "And for the record, I could easily kick your ass. It all depends on what you do to deserve it." she smiled at him
Giving a harsh laugh he shook his head and entered the waiting room to wait until Logan woke up from his little nap and was ready to leave. He did notice that Max looked a little pale, but other than that she just looked like she was sleeping deeply. Logan had obviously over reacted again. With a small laugh, he settled into one of the armchairs and thought about his acquaintance with nurse Janet. She was rather attractive, and her attitude seemed to ruffle his feathers in a weirdly appealing way...