In the Heart of the Forest

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Thea

I hold the mirror in front of me while I turn my back to the mirror on the wall. I tilt the hand mirror to where I can see my back in the reflection. The long, pink scars trail from the top of my shoulders all the way to the waistband of my sweatpants. The shirt I had been wearing that night was completely shredded. Such a shame, it was a nice shirt.

I sigh before carefully sliding on undergarments and a shirt. Thankfully, I didn't have to go back to school since it was the end of the year already.

I have been extremely worried about what Lgano has to tell me that is so important. I could probably let him know that I am fine to walk around now and he can tell me whatever it is he wants to tell me.

I pick up my phone and sigh. I guess now is as good a time as any. I send him a text.

Me: I am all healed up if you want to talk.

Simple and to the point. It was rather funny how I got his number. It had been only 30 seconds after he kissed my forehead in the hospital room when he came back in and sheepishly asked for my number.

I thought it was cute, but I was still too shaken up by his previous actions to come up with a cheeky response.

Wolf Boy: You sure? I don't want to get you even more injured by over exerting yourself.

Me: Yeah, I just get tired easily.

Wolf Boy: Can I meet you at your house in 20 minutes?

Me: Guess so. See you then.

I look into my closet to grab a pair of loose-fitting jeans. I carefully slide them over my still bandaged leg. The doctor said that my back and arm will probably scar, but that my leg shouldn't.

I slowly make my way downstairs and settle myself on the couch. I gently lay myself backwards and prop my feet up on the coffee table. Just then, my dad walks into the room.

"Hey, Logan is going to drop by for a minute here in a little while," I say.

"Really? Why?" He says with a quizzical look on his face. He sits down next to me and starts to flip through the channels on the TV.

"He just wants to hang out now that I am feeling better," I say, not sure if I should tell him about the secret that Logan wants to tell me.

"Huh, I didn't know you two were friends," he says, rubbing his jaw. Sometimes I feel like we are more than that.

"Yeah..." I chuckle slowly.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings and I sit up to get the door, shuffling my stuff leg on the way. I open the door to reveal a slightly apprehensive looking Logan.

"Sup Wolf Boy," I say, gesturing him inside.

"Hey, it's good to see you in better health," he says, following me into the house.

"Yeah, you look...surprisingly good," I say. His wrist looks completely healed and he no longer has any cuts on his face whatsoever, nor does his have a limp.

"Yeah, um, I was hoping we could go for a walk outside, so I could--you know--explain," he says nervously, wringing his hands in front of him. He seems as nervous as I am about this.

"Okay, just let me grab a coat and then we can go." I go into the coat closet and grab my hiking shoes, my thickest jacket, and some gloves.

The cold air nips at my exposed skin and I pull my coat tightly around me. Beside me, I hear Logan sigh