Trust in Love

68. Chicken Noodle Soup

When Logan woke up, his head still hurt. It felt as heavy as a boulder with a rope being tightened around it. He pressed his hands against the side of it, thinking that would help.

It didn't.

He groaned.

He rolled onto his back, rubbing his eyes. He ruffled his hair which made it look even worse than its usual bedhead style.

"Oh, my head. My precious, precious head" he moaned dramatically, his eyes still closed. He placed the back of his hand on his neck. At least, his fever seemed to have gone down.

He sniffed. His nose didn't feel stuffy anymore either—another good sign. The road to recovery may be long but he was getting there.

He took a deep breath, happy to have his breathing back.

Then, a frown formed on his face. Something smelled differently from his room. He sniffed the air some more, slowly opening his eyes and sitting up.

He checked his nightstand.

"Chicken Noodle Soup! Yay!" He exclaimed, a wide smile on his face. It looked just as good as it smelled. The macaroni really brought out his appetite too. Everything else had tasted like sandpaper against his tongue. He felt more than excited to finally be able to taste good food as they were meant to taste like.

"That's probably cold."

Logan let out a high pitch squeal. Who on earth would lurk in a sleeping person's bedroom? That sounded like invasion of privacy at its finest. Also, if the person wasn't an intruder, why would he/she sneak up on him like that?

His head snapped towards his bench window on the opposite side of the bed. Sitting on it, in an Indian style position, was none other than Alex Carter.

She had a book in her hands.

Judging by the cover, Logan could tell it came from his own bookshelf. It had a magnificent selection of books, if he did say so himself. Someone like Alex would have to agree with him on this since she picked out something to read from it.

Despite his hair-raising scream, Alex seemed unaffected. She merely stared at him impassively.

Logan crossed his arms over his chest, pouting at her, "What are you doing here? I could have been naked!"

"Oh, thank gods. That would have caused me nightmares" Alex rolled her eyes. She went back to the book and flipped it to the next page.

"You lie, human!" He continued to say, "My body is a replica of dreams!"

Alex gave him a skeptical look, "Oh, really?"

Logan thought about it for a moment. What kind of body was a replica of dreams exactly? People seemed to have a lot of different opinions about that. Logan rubbed his thumb against his chin. What about him? What body did he consider as a replica of dreams?

"Well, it's getting there" he shrugged. It was true since he still had to figure out the answer to his own question.

Alex continued to read.

Logan laid on his stomach, facing her direction. He placed both of his elbows on the edge of the bed and his chin in between his hands.

The cheery smile on his face was comparable to a child's, "Anyway, what brings you here? Did you miss me? Aw, that's sweet."

Just like he hoped, Alex's face turned into disdain. No matter how many times he had seen it, Logan still found it endearing.

Alex snorted at the giddy look on Logan's face, "Puh-lease, get over yourself. Are you even really sick? You seem too energetic to be."