What It's Like Being A Sunflower

Chapter 22- Don't Say Sorry

Chapter 22- Don't Say Sorry

I sat in the waiting room with Logan sitting on my lap. I rocked him back and forth and placed a kiss on his head as the poor boy cried in sadness over his elder sister.

Unfortunately, I had to leave Reese outside since no pets were allowed in this type of fancy hospital. Luckily, I saw an old trust worthy women who seemed to be reliable enough to look after him. I know I shouldn't trust random strangers, but my mind was too clouded with things right now. I needed to know if Callie was okay.

"It's my fault isn't it?" Logan sniffled into my top.

I pulled his face away to take a look at his runny Roodolf nose, and the tears that were streaming down his face. "How on earth is it your fault?!" I exclaimed.

"I'm the one who wanted to go to the park in the first place." He sobbed. "And I'm also the one who suggested we played tig."

I shook my head at him, and grabbed a napkin from the table besides me. I wiped his tears and snot away for him. "You're speaking gibberish. It was just a coincidence that she got hurt. We don't even know what's happening. So don't blame yourself because it's not your fault at all. You got that?"

He nodded slowly at me. "Is she going to be okay?"

I thought briefly for a moment and plastered on a fake smile. "Yeah she'll be okay," I lied to him to stop him from worrying.

The truth was that I didn't know what was wrong nor did I have an idea. Neither did I know what was happening. They had been in there for thirty minutes now, speaking to a doctor.

"What's gibberish?" He asked.

I laid his head back on my chest, and leaned back on my waiting seat. "It's a made up language. And you use fake words to create a weird strange sentence, having no idea what you said."

"Oh, so like you are extremely hot?" His face brightened and I rolled my eyes at him.

"No logan, that's English. How the hell are you soo smooth with the flirting?"

He shrugged helplessly. "I try my best. Sometimes I learn from my favourite cousin who lives in Spain."

"Well I definitely need to have words with this cousin of yours." I chuckled.

Seriously, this cousin needed some ranting about teaching a six year old how to flirt and earn the charm. Poor Logan was going to grow up as a player.

Logan snuggled into me. "Thanks for cheering me up, babe."

I kissed the top of his chestnut hair, not bothering to correct him. "No problem."

"Now I know why my brother likes you soo much." He yawned.

When I heard those faint words, a jolt of adrenaline cursed through my body. Suddenly my wilted frown turned into a tight smile, making me grin from ear to ear. But I was stupid to think it was anything. We were friends and he obviously had grown to like me.

"He likes me?" I inquired. But when he didn't respond I saw him fast asleep. I played with his hair that was really soft. "Believe me, he wouldn't want to like me," I muttered to myself.