Author's Note: A new chappy, yay!. Even though my reviews are plenty, I still will except the ones I got. (: They are wonderful. It's going to end soon anyway. I really don't want to continue from here. I have no more inspiration. I should have left it a One-Shot. I'm sorry.
"Listen here, girlfriend. If you don't deliver this package to this address, your job is done. Capish?" Normal said for the fifth time that day. "Bip, bip, bip."
Max rolled her eyes, "Normal. I don't even need this job. I don't have to worry if you fire me anyway."
"Yeah, 'cause her rich man candy keeps her up." OC decided to intrigue on the conversation. "Busted everyone outta Manticore and everything."
"I'm taking he's married as well?" Normal suppressed a laugh.
"Maybe one day...to Max."
Max walked away, she definitely didn't need Normal in her face today. What she needed was for Joshua to forgive her, but he hadn't been answering the cellphone she supplied him with to keep in touch.
He doesn't need it anymore if he doesn't want to talk to me anyway.
She threw the package into her backpack, honestly, she could care less if she delivered it. Maybe it's dew to the fact that now, she knows she doesn't have to work anymore.
I don't know, but this job is worthless. Why didn't I see this before?
Max did.
"I'm leaving, taking a personal day."
"Yeah, right after you deliver that package, missy."
Leaving mad wasn't anything new for Max, but today was different. Normal kind of ticked her off worse than usual. In fact, she just felt plain wore out.
Wait, I don't get tired.
Shark DNA.
She felt different, actually. Like something was off about her system.
Manticore always were the smart ones.
"Alec!." She yelled from the corridor. "Do me a favor?"
He returned to her step, seeing her flushed he obliged.
"Sure, Maxie." Alec pinched her cheeks with sarcasm, "only today."
Max nodded her head. "Sure. I'm just not feeling well." She gripped her stomach, "I'm think maybe I should call Logan to come get me."
"Better. You're in no position to drive, you're flushed."
She felt of her forehead, naturally she didn't run fevers, but she felt a little hot.
"Yeah. Thanks."
Logan's out of gas, though. Max, you'll have to walk.
Max pulled her cellphone from her pocket.
"Come on, Logan. Pick up the damn phone."
"Yes, my dear."
She kindly smiled, but that wasn't the point. "I think I'm coming down with something. I'll be there soon."
"Are you going to be okay getting here?"
Max honestly didn't know how to answer that question as she continued to walk in the rain. It didn't occur to her how bad it really was to get wet, but today it felt worse.
"I'll be okay, but if you don't hear back from me in a while, check on me...please?" She sounded deserted, alone, scared. Her voice just wasn't the same.
"I love you, Max."
"I love you."
She pushed her bicycle onward through the rain. It became harder as she went along. Max felt like she was pushing more than her own body weight, and even then that shouldn't bother her. But she couldn't stop where she was, it was the bad part of town. Even Max shouldn't be caught in there.
Not in this shape anyway.
It was only a couple more blocks to Logan's apartment complex, well, theirs. She just wasn't content on saying that yet.
Max couldn't get her mind off of her sweating and panting for breath, not when it wasn't easy for her. She felt like she was drowning in water and she couldn't breath, her chest felt tighter. She gripped her own chest and fell to the ground.
Come on, Max. You're so close to your home. But I'd feel so much better if I could lay down and sleep.
She refused to get down and not get back up.
Max hopped onto her bike, not realizing how heavy that had became as well. Even as she rode normally through the streets, she couldn't help but feel the overwhelming feeling that she was wanting sleep and someone keep her awake somehow.
Logan got her voice-mail, again. It had been the third time since the hour had been up.
I don't have gas. How am I suppose to find her? Maybe I should just walk.
He grabbed a coat from the rack by the door and his keys. Logan looked around before opening the door and began to step out when he almost stepped on someone.
Max.
"Max," Logan leaned down to wake her.
She slowly opened her eyes, but was forced to close them again. "Logan, help me." Max cried out into the air a piercing scream.
She violently began to thrash around outside the pent house. Logan help onto her, helping her through her seizure that hadn't happened for a year. He thought it was over, but obviously it wasn't.
Author's Note: I wanted to continue, but I'm tired. I don't want to put everything into one chapter. But I already let you know what's wrong with her, so that's good enough. Maybe her seizures won't stop this time?. R&R, or you won't get an update & I'll leave it right here. (: