"Hey Boo, here's your coffee."

    "Thanks O.C." They sat together in silence on the couch in the room. Max rested her head on O.C.'s shoulder, and gazed at Logan. Three days had passed since she had the virus cured. Six since he went into a coma. An eternity since she heard his voice. "I think I'm gonna go check on Joshua today. See what's up."

    "I can do that."

    "No big dealio. He's probably wonderin where I am."

    "Ok boo, whatever you say."

    "Beep me if anything changes." She got up and walked over to Logan's bed. Bending down she kissed his lips. Touched his cheek, then walked out.

i sit and hear you sleep
i dont want to go
your there beside me
but your so far away
i talk to you
while your asleep
you cant hear a word
you can hear everything

tears are feelings we cant say
tears mean that you care
tears are mixed emotions
tears are more than tears

the pooring rain
from my eyes
means to much
to keep inside
i sit and watch you leave
my life forever
i know youll be gone so long
my last words are nothing
and i tell you i care
and nothing more
i cant say how i feel
so i cry

tears are feelings we cant say
tears mean that you care
tears are mixed emotions
tears are more than tears

its the light
behind the shadow
that sacred face
behind the mask

"Hey!"

"Max!"'

"Sorry, I've been busy so I couldn't come."

"Joshua miss Max."

"Look, I brought some food."

"Fooood." She sat down and watched him eat. Then her thoughts drifted as he talked to her.

"Hey I'll check on you later, ok?" He grunted something, and she got up and walked out. She walked back to the hosptial.

The room was slightly dark. She was nervous, unsure. Never done this before, wasn't sure how exactly. She really didn't believe in this sort of thing. But........but she had to do something. The light streamed in through one stained glass window. How does she start? What does she say? She never talked to Him before. Is she supposed to feel something? She kneeled down. Looked around. No one was there.

"Ummm. Ok, how do I start?" She looked up.

"Just begin with what's on your mind." Max turned and an old woman, in the general attire for this place, stood behind her.

"I never did this before."

"Would you like to talk to me. It might be a little easier for you."

"Umm ok." Max didn't really want to, but she did.

"Tell me my child. What is bothering you?"

"My friend. Well he's here, in a coma."

"And you are afraid he will never wake up?"

"Yes........."

"There is something more that troubles you."

"Yes, it's just that. Well there's so much I have to say, to do, to confess, I need to tell him........" "He's more than a friend. You love him."

"Yes."

"And what has stopped you from telling him."

"It's complicated."

"It's too complicated to talk to him?"

"Well, something that we couldn't control stopped us from being close."

"That is not all that matters. Your minds, and your souls could be close. A physical relationship is not all that makes up love."

"Yes, but......"

"But you wanted one. That would happen eventually I'm sure. He works in mysterious ways. If it was meant to be, if you want it to be, I'm sure that eventually He will allow it to." She touched Max's hand and smiled. "I hope that I have helped you. But if you have any more questions just talk to him. Tell him anything and everything." The woman stood up. "He will be fine. A new life will start for you." She walked out. Max sighed and looked up. 'The only question I got, is why?'