Chapter 17

It was hours later when I finally woke up. My eyes settled on the chair next to my bed where Logan was fast asleep. There was a nurse next to me checking my observations reading on the machines.

“He’s a good one, you’ve got there,” she whispered trying not to wake him.

I smiled at him. “Yeah, he is.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Honestly, exhausted and sore.”

“That’s normal. Is it more sore than painful?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, that’s good. If it becomes painful then let us know as we can increase your pain relief, if needed.”

I shook my head softly.

“Alright, get some more rest. I’ll be back to check on you in an hour again.”

I watched Logan, he seemed so peaceful while he slept. It didn’t take me long to get back to sleep. I managed to sleep until late in the morning. When I woke Logan was gone and panic set in. I looked around the room and saw my phone on a table next to my bed. It was ever so slightly out of reach, so I tried to move closer to reach for it when a nurse was walking past and ran in.

“Miss Garrison, you shouldn’t be stretching like that you can rip your stitches.”

She reached for my phone and handed it to me.

“If you need something you must press the button and call us.”

I nodded, “Actually, is it possible to get something to eat and drink?”

She laughed, “Of course, that’s a really good sign. I’ll see what we have in the canteen for you.”

As if he knew what I was asking for, Logan appeared in the doorway with a drink holder in one hand and a bag in his other.

“Looks like I arrived just in time,” he chuckled.

I smiled and tried to shuffle up into a sitting position. The nurse handed me the remote to control the bed and showed me how to use it. I sat myself up as much as I could bear without too much pain. She left us in peace afterwards.

“I was about to message you.”

“It’s a good job I went when I did otherwise you may have been subjected to hospital food, by the sounds of things.” He chuckled.

Logan took a seat in the chair and pulled the over-bed table up. He emptied the contents of the bag onto the table. There was a mix of breakfast items. It looked like he had emptied a local bakery. He offered me a cup of hot chocolate and a bottle of water.

“I realised I didn’t know what you liked so I grabbed a little of everything to give you options.”

“It’s perfect, thank you.”

He smiled but I could see the pain behind his eyes. I took a sip of my hot chocolate and caught his hand as he lifted it to the table.

“Logan, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, anything.”

“Why are you here?”

I saw a flashing look across his face. It was a look that felt familiar but somehow not at the same time. A look that was indescribable and it made me nervous. I hoped it was because he was feeling what I did between us.

“I needed to see you were alright.”

His voice told me what I thought; he was hiding something. It was like he was trying to shrug off the question.

“But once you knew I was alright, why did you stay?”

He sighed, “I couldn’t leave.”

“Why?”

“Leah...”

“Logan, please tell me. Why are you still here?”

“Because I feel drawn to you.”