"YOU DID WHAT?" Max's shout echoed throughout Logan's
penthouse. She wasn't sure if she was
more shocked or furious that he would do something so high-handed without
telling her first. There they were,
having a nice dinner, and then he drops this on her. Like food was going to soften her up first. A Cale culinary masterpiece would work to
get some work out of her for Eye's Only, but this? No way.
"Max, I didn't want to tell you until there was something to
tell!" Logan tried to defend himself.
She was impossible! He'd been
working on this for weeks now, pushing aside very important projects, just for
her, and she starts acting like he invited Lydecker to dinner.
She strode over to him, and bent over him menacingly. "You," she snarled, her finger in his face,
"do NOT give out my medical history to ANYONE without MY consent, are we clear
on that?" She straightened, and grabbed
her jacket off of the back of the couch.
"Gotta blaze," she called over her shoulder. She stormed towards the door, and then
stumbled a little, falling against the doorframe. Logan wheeled over to her quickly, recognizing the now-familiar
symptoms of a seizure. They had been
coming on more frequently, and the Tryptophan wasn't working as well
anymore. She jerked again as her body
began to convulse. Her legs wouldn't
hold her weight anymore, and she fell right into his lap.
If this weren't real I'd swear she planned this, he thought,
taking her to the couch. She gets near
me, and I forget everything else. She
was shaking harder, but clawed at her jacket pocket, finding a few pills. She managed to dry-swallow two, dropping
three others on the ground. Lately,
half a dozen were needed to slow a seizure.
Logan got her on the couch, and then got the bottle of
Tryptophan out of the bathroom. He'd
started keeping a stockpile of it, but Max was going through it way faster
now. He got her to swallow several more
pills, but it still took a while for the seizure to ease. There were a few aftershocks, but Logan
could see the worst was over. For now
"Max," he said softly, touching her hair. She looked asleep, but you could never tell
with her. "I just want you to get
better. I told him so he could help
you." She didn't reply, just snuggled
onto the couch a little more. He
sighed. Let me help you for once, he
thought, watching her.