Alec waited patiently after he carefully administered the last dose of Naloxone into Max's IV line. The viscous medication swirled around in the line as it mixed with the saline solution she was on and he couldn't help but watch it flow all the way down the extension set and into her veins.
It had been hours since Logan and Croyt left the somber apartment. Hours that he'd been left alone to tend to his fallen soldier, hours left alone to figure out what the hell he'd been feeling ever since he pulled her sorry broken ass out of the laboratory. Alex ran a tired hand through his thick brown hair after her rechecked Guvera's vitals for what seemed like the hundred thousandth time in those hours they'd been alone, hands gently gliding over her warm skin to assess the extent to which she was healing. Even in her weakened state, the healing power bred into their genes never ceased to amaze him; Max's body had stabilized itself once it had been satisfied of it's dependencies and was now on it's way to recovery.
Without a thought, Alec lowered his muscular frame to the empty place in the bed beside her. What he'd thought would be foreign to him felt strangely comforting. Even in a coma Max had the ability to make him feel safe, just like she had foolishly jumped into the van and sacrificed herself for the safety of their friends in Terminal City. Finding the crook in her arm, the genetic anomaly rested his head—his excuse for such closeness being the soul purpose of being able to keep track of her while he rested, even if there was more to it, it was all he could allow after seeing the way Logie-bear had been handling the situation.
Denial was all he could give to Logan. It was a delicate scenario for all of them and causing a testosterone driven feud because Alex was getting the warm and fuzzies for someone he'd once been sent to murder wasn't even an option. Feelings were over rated—they learned that at Manticore. Emotions made you weak, yet Max had taught him how to use them to make himself stronger. When he really thought about it, everything her did, every single damn thing he'd done since he got out, was for her. It all came down to her.