The gate to the hospital opened and Logan veered off to the parking lot....he parked his car next to a black Mercedes and immediately came to my side to open the door for me
Did I look that helpless.....
Maybe
He unbuckled my seat belt and I held onto his shoulder before he lifted me of my seat and my arms were now straddling his neck...I told him I wanted to walk but he refused to let me down so I gave up pleading
I didn't know when we reached the reception because my face was now on his hard chest ....taking in his scent ....vanilla and lavender .....a great combo ....until I heard a woman's voice ask Logan what had happened to me I reluctantly looked away from his chest before coming to contact with and old lady with grey hair dressed in a loose pair of trousers a baggy blue blouse ....the nurse's uniform ....I knew it to well I'd seen it for quite some time and it was imprinted in my mind
"I was playing soft ball and the bat hit my stomach....," I lied
"Oh...goodness...let's get you a wheelchair sweetie .....and then I'll have you checked up in no time ....," she said in a motherly tone
Well that worked out pretty well
"Your such a damn liar ....," I heard Logan say in a deep almost sensual voice once the woman left .... before he began laughing and the rumbles on his chest sending butterflies in my stomach
We decided to sit at the waiting bay near the reception assuming the nurse had already done everything necessary
We were quiet for a few minutes and I saw the receptionist looking at Logan......she looked like she was in her early thirties
"Hey....," I began.....eventually gaining the attention from Logan who had been on his phone
"I think that lady's eying you....sugar mummy or....," I said and then began chuckling
Logan briefly glanced at the lady and then began laughing
"She's like fifty years old....we ain't getting no children with her cause she's clearly reached menopause," he said and I ended up laughing
"Umm...she looks about thirty ....and your kids would be pretty cute ....," I continued
"Yeah...yeah.....I'm sure she has some dweeb waiting for her at home ....oh and by the way...aren't you supposed to be with Amell and Marcus and that other blonde chic...Catherine....," he suddenly asked
It's Kaitleen ......
I didn't want to remember anything concerning them ....most especially Amell ....he was the cause of practically all of this ....indirectly of course.... because he didn't actually know about my claustrophobia.... but still he couldn't just keep his distance....aghr fuck..... that jerk irritates me .....I almost feel like blowing that fucking pretty face.... But I'm sure if I was to do something as stupid as that I'd have myself hanged by his many admirers and his fuck buddies
"I just left ....I was unable to finish my froyo the moment Amell and Marcus arrived ," I decided to tell him half the truth
"Oh....so you left because of Amell......and Marcus....," he asked nervously
"Yeah ...probably ," I answered and I caught a hint of relieve on his face after answering
Was he relieved that I had left ......or .....then it downed on me that he was also there but left around one hour before I reached school after my attack
"Why did you leave?" I asked
"I had to attend tutorials and I wanted to ease a little by playing a little soccer ...." He answered firmly
Had he by any chance been involved in what I'd seen earlier.... That freaky guy with the spanner ....was he part of it....
I thought you said you didn't want any part of this Tracy ......
So I decided not to ask him....because it would definitely lead to more questioning....if he wasn't involved.... and if he was involved he'd probably make me go through more pain to be sure that I won't spill the beans to anyone.... and as far as I was concerned.....I wanted neither of the two
"Logan O'Neal......," I heard the receptionist say ....
Had he registered using his name .....probably because I'd never before come to this hospital
I winked at Logan after realising it was the woman we'd earlier called sugar mummy and he just rolled his eyes
He went and filled in a form before coming back to me and assuring me that they were bringing a wheel chair
The elderly woman came back with a wheel chair and with Logan's help ....I sat on it and she pushed me to room number 22....the check up room...I hope
This was going to be one long night

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When We Collide √
Teen FictionTracy is unworldly and oblivious about anything to do with love and lust, she constantly hides behind her sweats and puffy African - Canadian hair. She's always learnt not to trust anyone after helplessly witnessing what her mother went through. Liv...