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Crimson blood drenched the asphalt. I felt sick to my stomach, eyes blurring over. Logan leaned against me, Tim's pocket knife lodged a few inches under his ribs. Time seemed to freeze, all three of us in shock. Tim released the knife, and backed a few paces away. Logan took a few deep breaths, slowly standing up. He quickly handed me his phone, and turned to face Tim. His eyes were glazed with pain, but his movements were decisive.
"Call your Dad, Veronica. And get in your car. I'll take care of this." His voice was strained, and the veins were bulging in his neck. I backed away, dialing clumsily. Tim licked his lips nervously, eyes darting back and forth.
"Sheriff Mars." My father's voice soothed and reactivated my brain.
"Dad! Help! I'm in the alley next to the Neptune Grand. Logan's been hurt…Tim's escaped prison-" My voice continued to make noise, my brain not even controlling it.
"Don't worry honey. Leo's only a few blocks away, and I'll be there within five minutes." I hung up, stooping down to pick up my taser. Logan was sweating, walking drowsily. Tim searched the ground for a weapon, knowing he was cornered. I could hear the sirens only a few blocks away. Logan looked down at his side, grasping the knife tightly. He took a deep breath, and extricated it. He groaned and let the knife fall, glinting in the moonlight.
"Veronica, go. You don't need to see this." Logan said.
"I'm not going anywhere, Logan." I replied. Logan shook his head, knowing he wouldn't win. The sirens were almost here, I prayed they would be fast enough.
Logan was now only a few feet away from Tim.
"You little-" Logan began, swinging his first punch. Tim crumpled to the ground, moaning in pain. Logan kicked him, swearing obscenities. Tim was subject to a never ending rain of kicks and punches. Finally, Logan backed away and turned towards me.
"Veronica…" He fell to his knees, exhausted. Three cop cars pulled up in front of the Neptune Grand as I ran towards Logan. He smiled softly as I hugged him, knowing I would never let go.
"Veronica! Veronica!" I heard my father's voice calling. Logan's arms were warm, and held me close.
"I love you." I heard him murmur.
I awoke, slumped over a hospital bed. Sitting up slowly, I realized Logan was asleep in it. His side was heavily bandaged, and a red spot had bled through wrappings. I stood, and lightly kissed Logan's cheek. I turned and opened the door, poking my head out into the hallway. There weren't any nurses, but the clock on the wall told me it was 10:39. I quietly closed the door, and looked at Logan again. His eyes blinked slowly, taking in the scene. He immediately looked towards me.
"Veronica?" He asked unsurely.
"Hey Logan." I replied, sitting next to his bed again.
"Is this a dream? 'Cause I'm seeing an angel." I smiled in spite of the tawdry pick up line.
"Logan, I'm so sorry. I don't know how I could've ever doubted you. I've missed you so much. And I will never let you go. You are faithful, and perfect. And you saved my life. I-" I realized tears were dripping from my cheeks. He raised his hand to my face, wiping away the salty droplets.
"Don't cry. I know what you're trying to say. And, I'm sorry too. The thing with Madison was…the stupidest thing I could've ever done. And I wouldn't have ever put myself through as much for anyone else. No one means more to me than you, Veronica." He smiled sweetly.
My eyes were still clouded with tears. I leaned forward, gently kissing him. I pulled away, and he gingerly moved to the left side of his bed. He patted the open space, inviting me. I climbed onto the bed, and snuggled close Logan. I fell asleep, listening to his heart beat.