Yuna Inspired: Our Virtual Family

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After a long silence, Logan carefully opened his eyes to check up on his friend. She was still sitting at his bedside but had fallen asleep to her own humming. Her head bogged up and down. He laughed to himself and made room on the same bed for her to sleep beside him. He pulled the blankets over them. As he fixed the blankets, he heard her inhale while snuggling closer to his chest.

He had to cover his mouth from making a sound. He was smiling. He looked down and saw her short and sparse eyelashes. He could smell a faint vanilla scent from her. His tempted hand cupped her cheek, and she was as soft as the pillow below him. Maybe even softer. He looked around the room. They were still alone. He took this chance to plant a light peck on her forehead.

When he pulled away, he was aghast. He pressed a hand at his head, whispering, "She's not a girl. She's Hana."

*

Hana and Logan woke up to someone shaking them gently. They looked up and saw Mrs. Cooper.

"Kids, it's a bit past four. You two should head home now."

The friends came to their senses and realized they had slept all day in the infirmary. They got up and fixed themselves.

"Thanks for taking care of us," said Hana. "Logan, stay here. I'll go get our stuff."

Mrs. Cooper stopped her. "Your friends dropped them off after fifth period when they stopped by to check on you." She glanced at Logan. "Make sure you get extra rest this week."

Logan wanted to laugh because they both knew he was nowhere near sick. "Yes. I will. And thanks for today."

She smiled and nodded.

The friends walked out of the room and made their way out of the school.

"Logan, we're gonna have to cancel tomorrow's event. We're not going."

"Why?"

"Because you're sick. Coach will understand."

"I'm fine, Hana."

"Nope, you're not. Mrs. Cooper just said to get a lot of rest."

"If I'm still in pain tomorrow morning, then we'll call it off. You'll get to yell at me as much as you want."

"We're not going."

They turned at a corner.

She continued. "If something were to happen to you, I don't know what I'd do without you."

He stopped walking, but she was still walking until she realized he had stopped. She turned around and ran back to him. She took him by the hand and attempted to drag him. "Come on, Logan. The sooner we get Lucas, the sooner we can get home and have you—"

"You mean it?"

"What?"

"You won't know what to do without me."

She stopped. She looked away. She didn't like this conversation.

"Why?" He wanted an answer. He was hopeful for an answer but when he felt her hand squeeze his hand, he hated himself for being happy over something he should've realized that could be agonizing for her. "Sorry, Hana. Let's go—"

"You're my family now," she quickly said. "I'm sorry. I didn't take care of you, and that's why you're like this."

He was confused.

"If only I had paid more attention to you too, you wouldn't be—"

He hugged her. He hated when girls cried. It was why he left them before he could see it happen. But Hana was a different story. He wanted to be there when she cried so that he could be the hand to wipe away her tears, the shoulder for her to rest on, and the person she would be with.