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RatingPG 13

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Today 'They' Won the Battle Part 13

By Rhasa

Logan couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face.

"Oh thank god," he said, as he brushed a hand across her brow.

Max stared in confusion.

"Logan?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, you're going to be all right. I know you are," Logan smiled.

Max head was swimming. She was desperately trying to process what was going on. The morphine was kicking in making it difficult to focus.

Logan.

Logan was here with her.

"Are you in much pain, Max?" Came another voice.

Max looked up slightly behind her to see Kyra, TC's closest thing to a doctor watching her with concern in her eyes.

"Kyra?"

"Yes," the woman said simply, a brief look of concern crossing her face. "Do you know where you are?"

Max looked around to see a room filled with a sea of makeshift cots. There were numerous IV stands pumping various contents into recipients. The smell of antiseptic was undisputable. Yes. She knew this place.

"You're in the infirmary," Kyra confirmed. "You were badly hurt in the attack on Terminal City."

"The attack?" Max whispered to herself, as she tried to sit up a little straighter.

"Don't try to move. You were very badly wounded," Kyra told her as she placed a hand on Max's shoulder to thwart any attempts at getting up out of bed.

"Tell me," Max demanded. "How bad is it?"

Logan took a deep breath. "You have a lot of internal damage. Your liver-"he began seriously taking her fingers in his.

"No. Not me," Max said, withdrawing her hand with a scowl. "Tell me, how bad is Terminal City? I'm taking that we were not completely overrun or I wouldn't be lying here. Tell me....." she coughed. "How many dead, what's the damage?"

"We can talk about that later. You're hurt and you need your rest," Logan said as he reached out again and placed a hand on her cheek, a gesture that she knew should be shocking for some reason.

"No. I need to know," Max said with more conviction

"Max, didn't you hear me?" Logan, asked, amazed that she was insisting.

"Kyra?" Max turned to her friend, hoping to find some understanding.

Kyra bowed her head a little. She seems to understand what her leader needed. "Forty-three dead. Another Seventy-five wounded. Six still critical. We're on back up generators still," she said as she raised her eyes overhead. "Our main electric supply was severely damaged. HQ and command centres virtually untouched. Accommodation on Oak, Harbor and Brook streets all but destroyed, that's where most of the casualties were located, there and the nests. Snipers took out a dozen or so. Most X5 digs are uninhabitable as stands. Sixty or so unaccounted for. We're assuming they took off when the fighting began. Whoever's left is bunking down in the cafeteria. Medical supplies are almost out. We're rationing everything on thirds. We're half way through our ammo. We've still got water, although we're storing what we can and testing the free supply every three hours to ensure against contamination."

"Why?"

"Because it was a single wave assault, Max," Kyra replied. "They only came once. They hit hard, I'll give them that, but since they've withdrawn they haven't come again, despite how weak we are. We're cautioning against the slow approach, starvation, or contamination of the drinking supply."

"They'll come again," Max whispered solemnly, her head suddenly pounding with all that she was processing.

"I think she's right, Max," Logan said, nodding towards Kyra. "They're planning something else."

"Give them time," Max asserted. "They'll come again, if we're as weak as you say we are they'll come-"

"It's been five days, Max."

"What?" Max jerked forward in shock. Logan grabbed her arms to steady her before she hissed in pain.

"You've been unconscious for five days," Kyra told her. "To tell you the truth we didn't think you would make it."

"Five days?" Max asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

"Five days and they haven't come again? But...... White...... I saw White, he knows how weak we are....."

Everything began to swim before her. The attack. A single wave assault. Dead. Wounded. But they were holding on. Starving maybe. Have to get out. Get supplies and food. The tunnels......White...... the tunnels......

"The tunnels!" Max cried as everything came back to her.

"The tunnels are destroyed. The only way in or out is the perimeter fence which we've further fortified for our protection" Kyra told her.

"But the tunnels! Alec. Where's Alec?"

Kyra looked at Logan, who had drawn back slightly.

Max looked at him "Logan? What? What aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing," he said unconvincingly.

"I have to see Alec," she said more to herself than the man in front of her "Jed. I think White's got Jed. I have to tell him."

"It's been five days, Max," Logan looked at her. "Alec knows. Alec knows that White took Jed and Joshua."

"Joshua?" Max looked up in pained surprise. "They got Joshua too?"

Max tried to stifle a sob. It felt like a bad dream. She was still a little disoriented. She had lost so much time. She felt heavy and sluggish and couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. Five days. She had been out of it for five days. Alec and Joshua and Jed and now Logan before her ....... She knew that should bother her more than it did. She needed to get a grip.... To focus.......

"I need to see him. Where's Alec?"

"You need to rest," Logan said, trying to coax her back down onto the cot.

"No. I need to see Alec," she said louder, something akin to panic creeping into her voice.

"Max, you can 't-"

"I can if you help me. Help me, Logan!" She cried as she pushed herself forward again, attempting to swing herself to the side of the cot.

"No," he said as tightened his grips on her arms.

"Logan, please," she begged as she struggled to move past him

"Max! No!" he said, as he struggled with her force on force, finding it was relatively easy to hold onto her in her weakened state.

"Don't touch me!" Max screamed as she fought against his hold, before suddenly stilling herself with shock. Looking down at his bare hands firmly gripping the flesh on her forearms. His hands..... touching her.... "You found a cure, didn't you?" she asked him.

"Yes," Logan smiled.

Max stared at him. And for a moment something tugged at her heart. It was what they had wanted for so long. What he had wanted. But that seemed as if it had been a lifetime ago and before she could think about it anymore, she tampered that feeling down, looked at Logan square on and demanded that he help her. "I need to see Alec," she said.

"Max," Kyra interrupted. "You can't. You can't see Alec."

"Why?"

"Because......" Kyra began. "Because he........ White has him."

TBC

Am I cruel to leave things there??

I guess you might think so, but I needed to regroup before I finalise the next part and I didn't want to keep you guys hanging on too much for this one because of the nice nice things you wrote. Please write or review again. That's what helped me get this part or just hit review.