Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 45

"Are you sure you don't need anything? I can run to the store if you want." Logan asks for what seems like the hundredth time.

His worrying is getting ridiculous, and the incessant asking if I need anything is about to make my blow my temper.

It's not that I'm unappreciative. It's incredibly sweet how thoughtful Logan has become. And under any other circumstances, I would bask in the beauty that is Logan waiting on my hand and foot.

But Logan isn't just doing this because he loves me, or because he feels bad for me. He's doing it because he feels guilty.

And since I woke about earlier this morning, all he has done is sit there with puppy dog eyes, looking guilty.

"Logan, no. I don't need anything." I grumble, sitting up and wincing at the pain in my abdomen. The nurse said that I fractured three of my ribs. While the pain was horrid for a while, the pain medication that they have me on doesn't  seem to be messing around.

"Are you posative?" He asks again, sitting next to me on the uncomfortable hospital bed and taking my hand into his much larger one.

I groan, sending him a dirty look. I didn't  mean to come across so grumpy, but it is getting ridiculous and I don't want him to sit around feeling guilty for something that is most definitely not his fault.

"Ir's not your fault, you know?" I ask him, squeezing his hand in my own and letting out a smile. Which again is painful; there were some deep gashes on my face.

Logans face seems to fall towards the fall, gravity pulling my heartstrings down with it. "We are each entitled to our own opinions on that." He grumbles, looking again towards the screen, beeping every half a second to ensure I'm still breathing.

"No, we are not." I struggle to sit up, hating the work and effort needed to be put into such a simple, mundane action.

He's at my side in a second, helping me sit and gingerly placing his fingertips against the parts of my body untouched from the accident.

"Logan. I can sit up by myself." I grumble, looking up at him with a hint of anger in my eye.

He nods his head. "Sorry." He sits back down next to me, his head falling into his head in what looks like defeat.

His brown locks curl around his fingers as he pulls at his hair aimlessly. He looks up at me then, and his green eyes pierce my own. It's then that I can feel everything he is. His eyes hold guilt and sadness, and an immense amount of love.

"I did this to you." He says clearly, his eyes scanning over my features like I'm nothing but a bundle of bruises.

"No, no you didn't. I left, I left." I try to comfort him, grabbing his hand in my own and leaning forward to cup his face in my hand.

He nuzzles my hand, placing a featherlight kiss onto the sensitive skin of my palm, causing a pulsation of shivers to run down my spine.

"I made you leave, I was getting irritated. If I'd just-" I cut him off.

"No. In fact, you were right." I laugh, "I had no business going over to Alices knowing that Hunter would be there. It's reckless. And I know better. I just, I wasn't thinking clearly." I admit, pulling him towards me with a pull to his hand.

"Come here." I plead.

He obliges, until he's sitting right beside me on the bed, leaning down above me due to his extensive height.

He leans down, placing a light kiss on my forehead. I sigh, my eyes fluttering closed momentarily. He hasn't said anything, but I don't push him. Maybe once I heal, he'll realize that I am in fact perfectly okay.