Trust in Love

60. Even Logan Needs Rest

Logan glared at Alex. How could someone sick be so irresponsible? He thought since her aunt worked a lot, Alex learned how to look after herself.

Yet, here she was, only caring for herself halfway. What if he didn't come? What would have happened to her?

Shaking his head, he left her room, "Wait, right here."

Alex sighed in relief. She pulled her legs and hugged her knees, resting her chin on them. She didn't know if Logan did it on purpose but he ignored her sudden change in attitude. For that, she was thankful.

A noise came from downstairs, the sound of metal crashing onto the floor.

Alex straightened her back. The image of yesterday's laundry incident came to mind. She quickly got off the bed and ran for it.

Logan had been halfway up the stairs when something warm bumped into him.

"Woah, Alex" Logan said as he put her upright. He could tell by her footsteps that she put extra effort to move. She really shouldn't walk around.

"Don't tire yourself out" he added for good measure. For stubborn patients like Alex, they needed to be told specifically.

Alex began to feel lightheaded but she merely shook her head.

"What did you do to my kitchen?!" She demanded.

Logan snorted and rolled his eyes.

"I made you this" he lifted up the bowl he held in one hand. It had been filled up with warm oatmeal, "Don't worry. I only added hot milk."

He figured it would be the safest thing to eat for a sick person. Anyway, he didn't really get permission to check around the kitchen. He only opened one cupboard and saw the oatmeal. The rest became history.

"I was only being cautious" Alex muttered under her breath. That crash sounded serious but maybe this time, it really was her paranoia.

"What was that?"

"Nothing. I said I should get back to bed" she turned on her heel and climbed back up the stairs. She went straight to her bed and sat down, pulling the blue covers over her legs.

Logan sat on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor. He mixed the oatmeal one more time.

When Alex reached for the bowl, he slapped her hand away.

"What was that for?" She rubbed the sore spot to soothe the pain.

In reply, Logan merely lifted a spoon full of oatmeal near her mouth.

Alex placed her hands on her hips, "I can feed myself."

Logan rolled his eyes at her childish behavior, "Let me take care of you, will you?"

Any comeback Alex had got stuck in her throat. She found it strange to let someone look after her. Well, her parents and her aunt did on occasion but it had mostly been herself once she learned how to do it. If it was mild, she didn't even speak a word of it.

Slowly, Alex opened her mouth and let Logan spoon feed her.

"That's a good girl" he smiled.

Alex looked away, chewing softly. Both of them stayed silent as Logan fed her. Alex always thought oatmeal had a weird texture in her mouth. Safe to say, she didn't really eat it much—but she didn't want to be rude and reject it. Someone had made it for her after all. She also didn't like to waste food either.

"Just one more, Alex" Logan said as he moved the spoon closer to her mouth. Alex took the final bite real quick and swallowed. She held her breath to keep the food down her throat, making sure not to throw up.