First zip, then fasten. Max was trying her
hardest to concentrate on putting on her jacket as a mild seizure set in. Her
fingers trembled as she hastily swallowed more tryptophan. The only coherent
thought in her head was that she had to get to Logan’s apartment and fast,
before it got any worse.
Key in ignition, start engine. The ninja engine
roared into life and she hoped she would reach her destination in one piece. She
started off down the street, her bike seemingly making it’s own way through
the crowds taking it’s rider to the safety of the man she had yet to admit she
loved.
Press call button, wait for elevator. Max stood
in front of the elevator doors and looked down at her hands, the shaking had got
a little worse in the brief ride over here. Not that she remembered much about
the ride, just the constant Must get to Logan echo that had been swimming
around her head.
Pick the lock, go through the door. This was
easier said than done in her current state. She looked helplessly at the lock
that taunted her weakness and then she knocked on the door. Logan seemed to be
taking forever to answer. She rested her back against the door and slid down
into a crouching position, shoving her fisted hands in her pockets.
Relax, then breathe. She heard the sound of the
door opening and tipped her head backwards to look up into his eyes.
“Seizure” was the only word she could manage as he bent down to scoop her up
into his arms and carry her to the sofa. He left her for a moment to fetch a
glass of warm milk and settled himself on the floor beside her. Sweeping her
hair from her face and gently running his fingers over her cheek as he held the
glass while she drank. He pulled a blanket over her and kissed her gently on the
forehead as her eyes closed.
Sit and wait. Well, what else could he do as she
slept? The seizures scared him, but he drew strength from the knowledge that she
had turned to him for help. Though not really for help, more for comfort. They
both knew he would never turn her away.
Peace and quiet. The apartment was silent as he
sat waiting for her to wake. He never left her side the whole time, just watched
quietly as her eyelids fluttered open and she looked up at him.
“Hey” he said quietly
“Hey, yourself” she whispered. She looked at
him for a long time, taking in the golden halo of mussed-up hair, the slight
curve of his almost-smile and the unreal blue of his eyes. He finally broke the
silence again.
“So… feeling better?”
“A little. Thanks.”
“No problem. Happy to help.” He was a little
startled as she took his hand and kissed his palm.
“I mean it.” He cocked his head to one side
in puzzlement.
“The thanks… or the kiss?” She almost
dazzled him with a mega-watt smile.
“You work it out”