Same bed, same window, same Logan.
Holy shit, maybe this wasn't a dream after all.
"Logan, is that a haircut or did you back into a lawnmower?" she rasped.
He looked up and grinned. "I needed to get a few stitches where Lydecker clocked me with the gun. The bitch is back, I see."
"I've come to the inevitable conclusion," she swallowed, grimacing, "that this is reality. Speaking of reality," she swallowed again, "why does my throat hurt?"
"You've been in and out of consciousness for the better part of three days," he told her, tossing her a pack of cherry flavored gum. "Running a fever on and off. It's irritated. You'll feel better once you start eating and drinking more regularly. Speaking of which, you want to try eating again?"
"Again?"
"Those are some good drugs, if you don't remember the chicken soup incident." He shook his head. "Don't ask. I'll be right back."
The gum helped, loosening up the constricted muscles. But when Logan returned with vegetable soup and crackers, her stomach contracted.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," she said, staring at the bowl like it might attack her. "Not to sound ungrateful, but is there anything else? This kinda turns my stomach."
Logan sighed. "Everything kinda turns your stomach right now. I'm out of ideas." He thought for a minute. "There's one thing my mom used to give me, when I was sick. I'll go out and see if I can find any. I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't go anywhere."
Holy shit, maybe this wasn't a dream after all.
"Logan, is that a haircut or did you back into a lawnmower?" she rasped.
He looked up and grinned. "I needed to get a few stitches where Lydecker clocked me with the gun. The bitch is back, I see."
"I've come to the inevitable conclusion," she swallowed, grimacing, "that this is reality. Speaking of reality," she swallowed again, "why does my throat hurt?"
"You've been in and out of consciousness for the better part of three days," he told her, tossing her a pack of cherry flavored gum. "Running a fever on and off. It's irritated. You'll feel better once you start eating and drinking more regularly. Speaking of which, you want to try eating again?"
"Again?"
"Those are some good drugs, if you don't remember the chicken soup incident." He shook his head. "Don't ask. I'll be right back."
The gum helped, loosening up the constricted muscles. But when Logan returned with vegetable soup and crackers, her stomach contracted.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," she said, staring at the bowl like it might attack her. "Not to sound ungrateful, but is there anything else? This kinda turns my stomach."
Logan sighed. "Everything kinda turns your stomach right now. I'm out of ideas." He thought for a minute. "There's one thing my mom used to give me, when I was sick. I'll go out and see if I can find any. I'll be back as soon as I can. Don't go anywhere."