<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Upon seeing that I’d opened my eyes, he said, “Given your circumstances, do you want to call Jonathan?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I froze, not knowing what to say.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Suddenly, a bitterness spread across my chest as I recalled Teri saying that Jonathan had shunned me over the past five years.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan studied my expression before slowly saying, “Your condition isn’t looking too good, so I’ll still phone him in a bit. You’re his biological sister. No matter how tense your rtionship is, there’s no ignoring that you two share blood rtions.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Frank will be here shortly to perform a check–up on you. If he says you’re not doing good, we’ll have you admitted into the hospital for tonight.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He then added, “It’s not that I didn’t want you to stay in the hospital today. I was merely worried that you’d have no one to look after you if you stayed there alone,</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I could still hold back my tears when Logan was speaking about my brother. However, my tears</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">uncontrobly streamed down my cheeks when he said thatst part.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Don’t cry,” Loganforted me after seeing me cry. “Everything’s okay. You’re okay.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He then picked up the phone to make a call while I cried in silence for some time.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When Logan re–entered the room, I stared at him with hopeful eyes.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan’s features tensed up in aplicated emotion. It took him a moment before he smiled at me. “I’ve phoned your brother. He’s currently abroad but will return to visit you in two days.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Instantly, the small mes of hopefulness within me were extinguished. I retracted my gaze and let out a self–deprecatingugh. “Jonathan still refuses to forgive me, huh?”</font></font>Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan didn’t say anything.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">With a sigh, I replied, “It’s okay. I know he’s still upset.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Although that was what I said, disappointment still crushed my very being, and tears soon fell from m eyes again.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Just then, I felt the spot on the bed beside me dip as Logan leaned closer to look at me.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He was staring at me so intensely that I was too flustered to continue crying and frantically wiped my</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">tears instead.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Are you feeling better?” he asked.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I absent–mindedly nodded.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan was about to speak when his phone rang.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">His eyes lit up as he answered the phone in front of me</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">That was when a familiar voice rang out, “Hey, Logan. How’s she doing?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I recognized who it was at once.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jonathan…” I snatched the phone and sobbed, “I miss you, Jonathan.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Silence came from the other end of the line. For a while, there was only the sound of my ceaseless sobs.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It took forever before a helpless sigh came from Jonathan. “What’s wrong, Ari?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">What’s wrong? What else could be wrong with me?</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I nced at Logan before tears and snot rolled down my face. ‘I’m afraid, Jonathan! Please take me home. I want to go home!”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Before I could say more, Logan took the phone away from me and left the room to speak on the phone. This time, he was on the call with Jonathan for a long while.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">When he returned, I was already dozing off.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Logan seemed more rxed now.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">After some time, Frank Drake–the person that Logan had mentioned–finally arrived.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I’d thought that only one person woulde, but to my surprise, an entire team had shown up.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Frank Drake was a doctor. He’d brought two nurses and someone who was likely a pharmacist with him. They’de with some lightweight equipment to perform a check–up on me. Then, they dispensed my medication and began softly discussing my condition among themselves.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">A whileter, they set up IV drip for me, and I started feeling sleepy.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Just then, Logan’s voice rang out, “Does she need to be admitted into a hospital?””</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Frank answered, “Her condition isn’t too severe. It’s likely post–concussion syndrome, so she needs to stay in bed and rest for two days. She should avoid intense exercises and anything that could trigger extreme emotions.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">I wanted to listen in on their conversation, but the drugs kicked in, and I fell asleep.</font></font>