69Okay so I had this strange idea of what if... I promise there will be an explaination in the next chapter.
I wasn't going to post this until I had a few chapters under my belt, but I want to know if anyone will have any interest in it. So please R&R to let me know if it's worth my time to continue.
Thanks so much to Insane Troll Logic. She is invaluable!
Chapter 1: Strange Beginnings
He felt like he was wandering through a haze. He couldn't remember much and what he did remember didn't seem to have any order or method to it. He just knew that he had to wake up. There was some imperative that he was supposed to have… something was missing.
Logan shot up on the bed gasping. His thoughts were still a blur.
"Holy shit!" a female's voice cried. "Calm down, Boo, I'll go grab the doc!" She ran out of the room before Logan was able to truly register her presence.
Logan felt like he had been hit with a truck. He tried repeatedly to focus and clear his head, but the slowness which things were happening were making him even more tense. From his right there was a man's voice speaking to him. He couldn't make out the features without his glasses, just the long brown hair and stature that would make Logan standing seem short.
"Logan, gonna be ok now. Joshua helped to fix him." the towering figure said, slowly approaching the bed from the shadows had ensconced him.
"Where are my glasses?" Logan asked. His throat felt raw and gravelly. For the life of him he couldn't place the owner of the voice.
"Here, Logan." the man extended his hand, almost tentatively, offering the glasses to their owner. Logan slowly reclined against the pillows trying to ease the pain in his throbbing head and make sense of everything that had happened. There was something missing. He didn't feel any pain below his waist and couldn't figure out what was wrong.
Logan extended his hand to retrieve his glasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose, taking a second to allow his sight to re-adjust and moved his focus to the man standing at his bedside… and almost fell out the other side.
At least he would have, if his legs were working.
"Logan, it's okay." the behemoth said, and began to shift nervously. "It's me, Joshua! You know… big fella!" Joshua stated emphatically tapping on his chest.
Logan opened his mouth to talk again but couldn't find any words. The smartass remark of You sure are died before it could hit his lips. The man in front of him was a hallucination brought on by the drugs. It had to be, there was no other explanation for the nearly seven foot K-9/man that was speaking to him. He stared in shock for a moment taking in the features of a dog's nose, hands that resembled paws, and the off color complexion.
Just then the door flew open and a young black woman was leading Beverly Shankar into the room. The young woman looked familiar, but he was unable to think of where he knew her from. His attention was briefly drawn back to the man… dog… whatever, as he moved toward the young black woman. However when she began to talk, her street slang slapped him out of his fascination and question of who this half-man, half-dog was.
"Logan, you must have more lives then Max, because damn boy, you are the luckiest SOB Original Cindy has ever seen!" the young woman said smiling.
Max… the name drifted through his mind accompanied by a memory of the dark-haired beauty crashing through his window. What would she have to do with any of this? She told him that he was bent and to leave her alone.
"Logan how are you feeling?" Beverly said, getting through to his bedside after shooing the others back.
He felt a slight twinge of relief at seeing one familiar face. He was having trouble figuring out why Beverly was in a hospital though. She was still working in the morgue. She had only mentioned a few weeks ago about her desire to work on the living again and he hadn't realized that she had already put in her paperwork into the hospital.
"Bev, what's going on? Where am I?" Logan attempted to rein in his confusion and panic.
"Logan, your at Metro-Medical. Original Cindy, Joshua and myself have been waiting for you to wake up for almost seven hours now. You gave us quite a scare." Beverly said as she checked his pulse and blood-pressure. She grabbed a penlight out of her pocket and checked his pupils then popped a thermometer into his mouth as he opened it to answer.
Once the thermometer was out of his mouth he asked the only question properly formulated in his mind. "What happened?" He took a few deep breaths trying to connect the missing dots with no luck. He had a vague recollection of the woman from a bar where he had met Max, but was clueless as to why she would be here. He had no idea why the other…man… would be here either, and knew for a fact that he would have never forgotten that face.
"The virus caused you to run a dangerously high fever and you took quite a hit to the head when you fell." Beverly interrupted his thoughts, "Your lucky Joshua was able to transfuse you when he did." Beverly was obviously satisfied with her assessment as she stood back and continued the conversation, albeit with a quizzical look on her face.
Logan felt his confusion take hold with a firm grip and the panic that he had been trying desperately to rein in started to take hold. "Virus? When was I sick? Why can't I move my legs? Hell, why can't I feel my legs? Who are these people?" Logan said wanting answers. He had no idea why these strangers were at his bedside. What did they know about him? Was this a trick of Sonrisa's? Had Eyes Only finally been exposed? He felt like he was the lead in the school play, thrown on stage with no idea of what the play was called or what his lines were.
Beverly looked perplexed for a moment before answering him. She seemed to come to a conclusion and asked, "Logan what's the last thing you remember?"
He remembered gun shots, a painful ripping an burning in his back and side, Sophie screaming for her mother and then ripped from his arms, Peter lying on the ground with blood coursing down his face… Oh My God!
"I remember gunshots. We were in the middle of the intersection. I think we were ambushed. There was a car that crashed into us. Oh God, Is Pete okay? Where's Sophie and Lauren? We have to make sure they are safe…" Logan said rapid-fire.
Beverly interrupted him, "Logan, relax for a minute."
"How can I? Sonrisa is going to kill them!" Logan almost yelled, but kept just enough restraint to not let his voice completely succumb to his fears.
"Logan, that happened almost two years ago." Beverly's voice resounded in the now quiet room.
Short beginning, but I hope it's enough to catch your interest. Now that you've read that I can tell you that this story takes place during Hello Goodbye while Logan is in the hospital. I'm guessing you figured that out already though. I'd love to know what you think, good, bad, pretty please with promises of something you like on top!