With my phone pressed to my ear, I let out a weary sigh and slump down onto the couch in my living room. Leaning back, I kick off my boots. "How is he doing?", I ask, my exhaustion evident in my tone.
"He's doing okay, Collen. I told you not to worry so much. Logan's already on his way to full recovery and has even stopped resisting the doctors and their treatments." Marcus says through the call and my heart feels a bit lighter at the news. I let out a hum in response and try to rub the tiredness from my face, without much success. I subconsciously avoid dwelling on everything that happened with Logan, even if the thought still looms in the back of my mind.
"That's good...", I pull off my jacket and shift in my seat to lie down on the couch instead, resting my head on the armrest. "And his phone? Is it still with Gwen?", I ask, trying to clear up the situation. "Has his dad been calling?"
"Yeah, his phone is still with her. His dad called and boy did he flip out on Gwen for not handing him the phone. But, you know how she is. She simply disconnected the call and turned off the phone.", my friend answers. "And in case you were wondering, Logan's dad is none the wiser that his son is still in the hospital. So, your plan is going off without a hitch."
"Brilliant...", I mumble, the fatigue starting to set in now that I'm lying down. I have just returned from headquarters after cashing in another solo hunt. This one lasted an entire day and even caused me to skip two meals.
Marcus sighs in the microphone, "I don't understand why you two are putting yourselves through this. What could you possibly have argued about that led to this? You and Logan were always close, and yet now he won't even let you visit him and you refuse to reconcile." His words cause my chest to tighten painfully but I try to push the sharp sting away, and actually succeed after a moment. But the memories are still there, playing in my mind like a broken record
Perhaps in my time away from Logan, I have come to terms with the situation. I cherish his partnership, and if, to maintain it, I need to stay away from him, and cool things down between us, then I will.
"It's alright, Marc. We just had things pilling up inside us and they were bound to erupt one day or another...", I reason as I adjust the pillow under my head, getting further comfortable.
"No, you two are fabricating the idea that you are angry with one another since you both are too stubborn to back down first.", the blonde retorts and I exhale heavily. "You are doing his commissions for him and still inquiring regarding his condition. On the flip side, he continues questioning me about your well-being, albeit only after making me swear to reserve this from you. But to Hell with this! When both of you care so intensely about one another, why are you even fighting?!"
I swallow the thick lump forming in my throat while my heart thunders in my chest. I shake my head in negation, not wanting to succumb to the impact of his words. I'm moving on. I'm moving on!
"Is this how you will undertake your future hunts together?? By maintaining a distance of ten feet between each other?? Or will you sever the partnership altogether??", he questions.
"No, Marc, as I said, it's alright.", I answer with a sense of weariness, rubbing my face as I feel mentally drained even more so than physically. "And maybe we just need time off each other."
"Well, you better not take too long!", he huffs, a hint of irritation seeping through his tone. "Because Gwen will gladly take him from your hands." His words linger with a bitter flavor on my tongue, and I grimace.
"Is that what she's doing when she goes to visit him? Actively attempting to persuade him to form a partnership with her?", I ask, the underlying jealousy becoming apparent in my speech.
