The Crimson Clock: Path of The Fallen

Chapter Three

 A/n: Surprise! I felt like adding another chapter today, so here's chapter three! Thanks for every person who has read it so far! 

As we saw Logan lying in his bed, a wave of relief went through me. He had his own dinner, the same one as me, sitting on the bedside table, untouched. He had a piece of cotton in his ear that he lost hearing in. His right arm was wrapped in gauze from his shoulder to his fingertips, he had scratches along his face and arms, only a few had stitches. Part of his face had red and pink marks on it, like my arm which was still wrapped. He looked horrible. His legs were covered up from the sheet, who knew if he had more injuries that we couldn't see.

Rylee parked me beside a chair, and walked up to the bed.

"Oh Logan..." She tried to say more but her voice broke. I could see tears falling from her eyes. She leaned over, giving him a hug. Logan wrapped his non-burned arm around her.

"Hey Rylee." His voice was groggy as if he just woke from a nap. Though technically he did. "I'm okay." He said, knowing she had been worrying about him.

Rylee pulled away and pulled a chair up to his bed, interlocking her fingers with his.

"How are you feeling?" She asked.

"Better," He pointed to his food. "Can I. . ? " She immediately got up grabbing the tray and handed him the sandwich. Once he took a bite, his gaze shifted over to me. His expression changed once he saw I was in a wheelchair.

"What happened to you?" He asked.

"Your girlfriend happened." I answered. I could tell he was confused. He gazed at Rylee who was blushing. "She fell on me. Broke two ribs, got a few burns. But other than that i'm fine."

"Rylee fell on you huh?" He laughed a little. "That's why you're perfectly fine." He smiled looking at Rylee, taking a bite of his sandwich and a sip of grape juice.

"Hey, you guys had it coming. After scaring me then laughing at me like that." Said Rylee.

I forgot that happened. But the thought made me laugh again. I grasped my side as I let out a few more. Logan snorted up some juice through his nose, making us laugh even harder. I had to stop due to the aching pain, but Logan still continued.

"You guys are so immature. Grow up." Rylee complained. Though it looked like she wanted to laugh too.

Logan started to laugh more, Rylee rolled her eyes and planted a little kiss on his lips.

"Especially you." The kiss made him stop laughing and he looked into her eyes. Rylee smiled and gave him a little kiss on the nose.

"Okay love birds." I said interrupting them. "No more moments for you two. You used up all of them."

Rylee sat up and sighed. "Well that's not fair."

"Yes it is. Maybe when i'm not around. But for now you used up all of them. No more kissing and looking into eachothers eyes and all that cheesy stuff."

"It isn't cheesy. It's what people do when they date each other." She argued.

All Logan did was chuckle and squeezed Rylee's hand. "Hey could you get me some water? From the vending machine?"

"I suppose." She said walking out the door and disappearing down the hallway. It was silent until I spoke up.

"You know she was really worried about you." I told Logan.

"I'm not surprised." He said.

"Why? Because she worries a lot?"

"No . . . not that. She actually really trusts me. It's just that she hates seeing me hurt."

"Yeah I know."

"I'm just glad it was me who needed surgery, not her." He looked me in the eye. "I love her. You know."

I smiled and looked at my arm, gripping my side. "I know. You guys are a great couple. You're meant to be. And I know for sure she feels the same way."

"I want to tell her. But I don't want to get in between your relationship. I know I kinda just became part of the group once we started dating. I hope I'm not coming between you guys."

"Oh no way! You're my friend too. And I'm very happy for you guys. Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

That was a truth and a lie. I'm fine, yes, but besides the fact that I have a broken rib, I've never dated someone at the age of seventeen, and I live with my grandparents because the rest of my family passed away, I'm fine. But if you include those things, maybe not so much.

"You sure? Because when we were walking that other night-"

"Ugh, Rylee has been trying to get me to date someone since 8th grade. I'm used to it."

He took a bit of his sandwich, stuffing his mouth with the sticky peanut butter and gooey jelly, just as Rylee came back with Logan's water.

Once he swallowed his food, he gulped down the water, in just a few sips.

"Need anything else?" Rylee asked.

"No, I'm good. Thank you."

Rylee once again held his hand as we talked more, but soon enough I was wheeled back to my room, put back in my bed and fell into a deep sleep I desperately needed.