Disclaimer: If you've read any of the chapters up until here, you should know by now that I own nothing. And honestly, I don't see why you would pick this chapter to read first...oh well. I'm missing dinner, enjoy the chapter!

"Those visits are so humiliating; they act as if I'm completely incompetent. Even if I heard voices, that doesn't compromise my intelligence. I'm not some crazy stupid person; I'm just…crazy,"

We had just gotten though with my doctors visit and we were walking back to his motorcycle, which was parked inside the parking garage across the street. They had made me go through all sorts of tests until I wanted to scream.

"You know, for a nurse, you sure hate doctors," Logan said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"I didn't hate them until a year ago," I said, wrapping both of my arms around his stomach as I turned to him, hugging him. "And it's not like you have a fondness for them either,"

"Only redheads," he laughed.

"Yes, well, too bad she doesn't like you," I retorted.

"You're killin' my ego, darlin'," he said, giving me a kiss on top of my head.

"I seriously doubt that's possible for anyone to do,"

"Only you, Layla,"

"I have that much of a hold on you?" I asked as we got to the motorcycle in the hospital's garage.

"You ain't got a clue,"

"Why don't you help fill me in on it, then?" I asked, turning to him and placing my hands on my hips.

"Why don't you put your helmet on?"

I smiled. "You love me, you think I'm pretty, you want to merry me," I said in a singsong voice.

He shook his head. "Just put on your helmet,"

Ever since the cold weather had thawed, Logan had let me ride on his motorcycle with him and for my birthday, he had bought me my own helmet so that I didn't have to keep borrowing one from the school. He was upset when I put a Happy Bunny sticker on it; he said that it 'defeated the purpose'. I gladly reminded him that my only 'purpose' for riding on a motorcycle was because my boyfriend owned one, not to try to make myself look cool, or whatever.

I strapped on my helmet and slid onto the seat behind Logan. He handed me my sunglasses and I pulled them on, making sure they were secure before I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly. I buried my face into his back as we took off and I inhaled him deeply. I loved the smell of his cologne, actually, I loved the smell of men's cologne period, but his was the best. I felt his back muscles flex as he turned and I placed a kiss on his right shoulder. He let out a sound that didn't quite sound like a growl.

"Are you purring?" I asked.

"No," he said defensively. I laughed. "What's so funny?"

"I think it's sweet; I gave you a kiss and you started purring," I smiled, to which he replied with a growl, making me laugh once again.

Growing up, I was never one of those girls who thought that boys were gross and wanted nothing to do with them. My first crush had been when I was four years old. I was watching a rerun of the television show 'Happy Days' and when Fonzy came on, I fell in love. I always wanted a strong man, someone who could take care of me, to love me and I felt as though I could not grow up fast enough. Then once I did grow up, no one that I went out with held up to what I was looking for. I wasn't allowed to date until I was sixteen and at that point, I didn't want to date the boys at school, because I felt they were too young. Then there was college and I have to admit that nursing school didn't leave me many options. But the ones that I did date, all seemed to be selfish, uncaring, immature idiots. Why I was attracted to them to begin with, I don't know.

Then there was Logan, whom I immediately despised. He was arrogant, foul-mouthed and had a quick temper. I didn't like him but I couldn't ignore the fact that he was extremely gorgeous. On my first day back at the mansion since I had graduated, he began hitting on me. In a way, I was flattered, but that was overshadowed by the fact that I just simply didn't like him. He knew it, but that, however, didn't stop him from continuing his pursuit on me. I didn't understand why a man as attractive as he was, would find me, a twenty-three year old, who pretty much lived in scrubs, had a bit of an attitude and had show no interest in him what-so-ever, someone worth chasing after. After a month of trying to convince me to like him and only managing to convince me he was even more arrogant than I had originally thought, he stalked me as I was leaving the library one night by myself. He blocked my way out and when I asked him to move, he said no. I was tired, it was nearly ten at night and the sheer fact that he was toying with me only agitated me all the more. I asked him once again to move and that's when he said he didn't think I really wanted him to. How incredibly cocky was that? I told him that what I wanted was for him to get out of my way, then he kissed me. That went on for a few minutes before I pushed him away and slapped him. We both stood there, catching our breath and staring at each other before I grabbed him by the points of his hair, pulled him back and continued what he had started. After that night, I debated for around a week over whether I still hated him or not. It was during that time that I realized who he really was rather that an arrogant jerk. Over the next few weeks, I realized he was what I wanted. Perhaps the whole leather jacket, motorcycle, 'bad boy with a heart' thing had carried over from my first crush on the Fonz to my first love with Logan. He was what I wanted, and needed, emotionally. And physically, well…I wasn't going to complain about that anytime soon.

Logan and I went out to eat and then shot some pool. By the time we got home, it was half past eight that night. I wanted us to watch a movie together, but he reminded me that I had promised him that I would rest. I begrudgingly complied and went to my room for a bath. I decided to light some candles, turn off the lights and pull up my hair before getting into the bath. I closed my eyes, trying to unwind and relax. My own tiredness mixed with the smell of the lavender candles and the hot water made me realize just how sleepy I was. So much in fact that I soon found myself drifting to sleep.

I woke up coughing and sputtering water from my mouth.

"Are you okay?" I heard Dr. Grey ask as the door to my bathroom swung open, making me jump, as Logan came in, looking extremely angry.

He swore, his voice booming. "What's goin' on?" he asked. I sat up and noticed that I had on my bathrobe. I pulled it closer to me, wrapping it tighter and coughed. "I thought you weren't gonna' do this again? Were you just waitin' for me to leave you so you could?"

"No, I didn't do this on purpose!" I said, beginning to cry, scared because I didn't know what was going on.

"Then what happened?" he asked, still yelling.

"She fell asleep in the bathtub," Jean calmly explained.

I was coughing, crying and shivering all at the same time to the point my body felt as if it were being thrown into violent convulsions. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I repeated over and over through my loud sobs as I rocked back and forth.

"It's okay Layla, it's okay," Jean said, trying to comfort me as she pulled me closer to her and hugged me.

"I didn't mean to, though," I cried.

"I know, it's okay," she said to me, looking up at Logan. "It's okay."

Jean let me cry for about ten minutes before she suggested that I get dressed and go to sleep. I agreed that it was a good idea and they both left me to put on my pajamas in the bathroom, where I had had them laid out from earlier. When I walked back into my room, I expected it to be empty, but instead, found Logan sitting on the edge of my bed.

"I thought you were going back to your room?" I asked.

"I'm stayin' in here with you tonight,"

"You don't have to,"

"Yeah I do,"

"I'm fine on my own, I didn't do that on purpose so it's not like I'm going to try it again or anything,"

"Do you know what happened in there?" he asked, staring up at me from where he was sitting at the foot of my bed.

"Yeah, I fell asleep,"

"Why?"

"Because I was tired,"

"How much sleep do you get at night?"

"I don't know, a few hours. Why does that matter, though? It's not as if I'm not functioning or anything,"

"You fell asleep in the bathtub; if Jean hadn't known what was goin' on you would have died in there,"

"Thank you, but I realize that,"

Then do you realize how stupid that was?"

"I already have enough people telling me how stupid I am, I don't need you telling me that, too,"

"People? They're not people, they're voices!" he yelled.

"I don't care what they are, I heard them and I don't need anyone else adding to them!" I yelled back.

"You can get mat at me all you want, but I ain't leavin',"

"I don't care, do what you want," I said, walking up to the top of my bed, lifting back the covers and crawling in before turning off my lamp beside me.

"Look…I'm sorry, alright?" he apologized.

"Whatever," I said, turning so I couldn't see him.

I heard him let out a sigh and felt him move further up the bed. He rested a hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it off. "I'm sorry darlin', I didn't mean to yell,"

I turned my neck around to look at him. "I nearly just drowned, you tell me that I'm stupid because of it and expect 'I'm sorry darlin' to make it better? I'm not like you, Logan, I don't think of death so casually. When I get hurt, it doesn't fix itself right back up. I get that I nearly died in there, I get that, I have to live with it. I am scared out of my mind right now, about everything, so I would appreciate it if you could do me a favor and not get on my case right now."

"I know…I know, and I'm sorry, I'm not used to bein' scared,"

"Why are you scared?"

"I can't lose you,"

"Is that what you think I'm trying to do? You think I'm trying to punish you or something by attempting to kill myself?"

"No, that's not what I think,"

"Then by all means, please tell me what you were thinking that calling me stupid was going to accomplish? You say you're scared, that you don't want to lose me and yet some part of your brain rationalized that it would be okay to call me stupid. It's okay, she's crazy, it doesn't matter what you say to her, is that what you thought?"

"I didn't call you stupid, I said what you did was stupid and it was. I don't think you're crazy and I'm sorry that I said that to you, but I hear Jean runnin' down the hall, smellin' like fear and when I figure out she's goin' to your room, I come in here and see you blue and coughin' up water, so yeah, I was a little scared."

"And so was I," I yelled. "But you don't care; you just want to yell at me and not even consider how I feel. You're a selfish git and don't give a care about how anyone else feels except for you,"

"Well I'm sorry you think I'm selfish for bein' scared when you nearly died," he said sarcastically, his voice still loud with anger.

"And that's another thing; you totally turned around what I just said,"

"Why did you just say, then?"

"I said that you haven't once considered how I feel about this, you don't care that I'm scared, too,"

"You don't think I care?"

"No, I think that you assume that since I nearly killed myself on purpose the first time, that I was just happy it nearly happened for the second time," I said, shaking my head and turning onto my back so that I could look up at him without straining my neck. "That first night that I was in the hospital, you asked me two questions; if it hurt and did I regret it. You didn't ask me if I was scared,"

"Were you?"

"Not when I decided to do it but right after I did…yeah, I was scared," I said, crying. "I was absolutely terrified. I kept thinking about how much I was going to miss you and I didn't know if you or anyone else was going to miss me or not,"

"You didn't think I was gonna' miss you?" he asked.

"You were mad at me that night, they all kept telling me that you didn't care about me and when you hear something enough times, it starts to get in your head and you start believing it," I said, wiping at the tears on my cheeks and turning my head, not looking at him. I took a deep breath. "No, I didn't think you would miss me,"

He turned my face back towards him and lowered his down to mine; leaving only a couple or three inches open between us. He locked his eyes with mine and stared at me for a moment silently. "Are you listenin' to me, is everything quiet enough that you can hear me?" I nodded my head slowly. "I'm gonna' tell you right now that it doesn't matter what anyone tells you, if they're in your head or real, I don't care 'cause I'm tellin' you that when I got that call from Chuck at nearly two in the mornin' that they were takin' you to the hospital 'cause you had cut your wrist, I was scared that I was gonna' lose you. When I got there and I saw you sleepin' in your room I…" he let out a deep breath and shook his head. "I wasn't mad at you the night I left, I was worried about you 'cause I didn't know what was goin' on with you. I'm not used to worrin' about people, so I didn't know what to do and I started yellin' at you. I'm sorry; I don't what to do to show you that I am,"

"Why are you sorry, though?"

"You thought I was mad at you when you tried killin' yourself, if I hadn't yelled at you, maybe you wouldn't have had such a hard night and you wouldn't have done anything,"

"It wasn't that you yelled at me, you have a temper, I know that, everyone knows that, what hurt was that you thought I didn't trust you,"

"I know," he said, dropping his lips to my forehead. "I know and I'm sorry,"

"I'm sorry, too, I don't really think that you're selfish, I know you're not. I know you've given up and done a lot for me, especially since all of this has started. I'm so sorry," I cried. He lay down beside me and pulled me to him, holding me as I cried. "I love you, I'm sorry that I was mean, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you,"

"I know you do darlin', I love you too, don't worry about anything, it's all right,"

"No, I'm sorry that I made you scared and worried and said you didn't care, I know you do,"

He continued to hold me as I buried my face into his chest and he soothingly stroked my hair. He whispered to me that it was okay, he knew I was sorry and that he loved me until I fell asleep. I woke up after only four hours and couldn't get back to sleep. Instead, I lay there and watched Logan. I traced my fingers over his lips, across his jaw line, down his arm and onto his hand, running the tips of them over the skin between his knuckles. I watched him sleep until the early summer sun rose, peeking through the parted curtains on my window. He stirred a bit before turning on his back and scratched his chest, letting out a sound that seemed half grunt, half growl before he opened his eyes.

"Morning," I smiled at him as he looked over at me.

"Mornin'," he said. "How long have you been awake?"

"I don't know, not long," I lied, biting my lip.

"What?" he asked.

"I've been thinking," I started.

"About what?"

"Us," I answered. "I think we need to talk about it."

"What's to talk about, we're doin' good ain't we?"

"Yeah, but there's just some things I want cleared up,"

"Is this about last night?"

"Kind of," I said, rolling over onto my stomach, propping myself up on my elbows and staring right at him.

"Do we really need to talk about it right now; can we not do it another time?"

"Well…no, we never talk about it so I think we need to,"

"Alright…what do you wanna' talk about?"

"What, exactly, do you want out of our relationship, where do you need us to go?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, moving his arms and placing his hands behind his head.

"What is your one goal for us, in our relationship, and what do you personally want from it?"

He thought for a second, all the while staring at me. It was not a usual Logan question and I'm sure he really didn't want to answer it, but he did. "All I want is for us to be together and for you to be happy,"

"But what do you want out of it?"

"Makin' you happy is what I want," he said. "Your turn,"

I took a deep breath and then let it out. "I want for us to be able to yell and fight with each other but to always know that we'll fix it. I want you to know that right now, this medicine that I'm on makes me…emotional, to say the least, and I might say some things to you that I don't mean and I'm sorry for that right now, but all of the good things I say are and will be true. I want you to know that you're inside of me deeper than I ever thought anyone could ever been. I know that you know me better than anyone else and I'm quite the complication," I said with a small laugh as a tear slid down my cheek. "But that doesn't stop you; I think it actually makes you want to know me more. I want you to know that I'm thankful for the fact that you didn't give up on me, ever. When you were trying to get me to like you, when I wasn't telling you what was wrong with me, when I was in the hospital, going through all of the medical testing and last night, every time. I want you to know that I appreciate you; you mean everything to me. And I uh…I want you to know that if I get worse instead of better, I love you so much, no matter how bad I or how far gone I get, nothing will change that, I promise."

"Hey, hey," he said calmly, pulling me to him. "Nothing's gonna' happen to you, you're gonna' get better, all right? I'm gonna' take care of you, so don't worry about it. Is that what this was all about?"

"It wasn't supposed to be, I really meant it to be about us. I guess I just got carried away, though," I cried.

"It's alright," he said. "So what do you want out of it, personally?"

"This," I said. "Snuggling up with you and just talking…I don't even need the talking, I just like it when you hold me, it makes me feel good and I can rest when you're around. What I want is to always be able to do this, but perhaps on better conditions,"

"What do you know; me too," he joked, giving me a kiss on top of the head.

"So can I stay here forever then?"

"You can stay here for as long as you want darlin',"

Over the course of the next week, Logan stayed in my room with me, making sure that I didn't get up or leave without him. However, I would usually wake up after only a few hours and just watch him sleep. Even while every voice was sounding off in my head, I felt calm lying beside him, inhaling his scent and just being close to him. There was never a voice loud enough to make me leave him. I enjoyed it but like a lot of things that had been going on, I found myself embarrassed that the students who were still at the school, living there, knew that he was staying in there with me. I was embarrassed, but the Professor knew that and had made sure they wouldn't say anything to me about it. I, however, still felt as though every student and teacher there thought that more was happening between us than what really was.

After spending nearly a whole month together with barely any space, I told Logan he should go do something with the other guys before he went crazy. Then I went to the library to read. Reading helped me to take my mind from things. It's like when you read in a room with lots of people and although you can hear all of their voices, you can still manage to block it all out and focus on what's in front of you. That's what I was doing when Logan, who should have been out shooting pool, watching sports or basically doing anything else, came walking into the library. He snuck up behind me and laid the cross necklace that I had lost, on the table in front of me.

"Here, I found this in my room," he said.

I turned to look up at him and smiled. "Thank you, I've been going crazy looking for it," I said, picking it up and slipping it over my head, around my neck.

He pulled out the chair beside mine. "Listen, Jean knows a really good doctor in New York City that wants to help you," he said, sitting down beside me.

"I'm sick of doctors Logan, they can't do anymore for me than what's already been done, all they'll want to do is put me on more medication. I just want to go on with how things are now, I feel good on most days and I don't want anymore medicine because if it starts interfering with what I'm taking right now, it's just going to take longer to figure out the proper dosages for me again. I know you mean well, but this is it; I'm not going to get any better than what I am, so you have to decide whether you want this or not," I said and every voice in my head screamed at me. They said that I was stupid, ugly and not worth wasting my own breath on, so why would he choose me? They were all loud and yelling different things at once, so while he spoke I had to concentrate extremely hard on what he was saying, paying close attention to his mouth so that I could make out the words. As I waited to hear what his answer was going to be, I couldn't help but think of how much easier it had been eight months before when neither of us knew just how sick I was. But we both knew how sick I was, how hard it was for both of us to be that way and that it was never going to get any easier, no matter how hard we worked at it or got used to it.

"I thought I told you that no matter what happens, I ain't leavin'?" he asked, leaning in close to me.

"You did,"

"And you said you wanted to get better, right?"

"Yes," I said quietly.

"Well here's your chance, then. Do this; go see this doctor. Jean thinks he can help you,"

"But what if he can't?"

"You're not gettin' any better right now, so what's it gonna' hurt?"

"It's going to hurt because if I decide to go, then I might get my hopes up and if it doesn't work, that would be depressing. I'm already too emotional and depressed with everything as it is to have anything else added to it. I just want to go on with how I am,"

"And how is that? How are you goin' right now, Layla?" he asked, staring right into my eyes.

"I don't know, I'm doing pretty good,"

"Are you? You're watchin' my mouth awfully hard, how loud are they right now? What're they sayin' to you? Are they tellin' you that I don't care, that I'm only doin' this so you can get better and I can leave you, is that what they're sayin'?"

I didn't want to cry, I had cried too much already, but I couldn't help it, the tears flooded my eyes and spilled out onto my cheeks. "Yes," I nodded. "That's what they're saying,"

"You're obsessive, paranoid, you can't concentrate on anything, you don't get enough sleep, you're depressed and all that the medicine you're on right now is doin' is makin' you cry all the time. It's not workin',"

I slammed closed the book that was in front of me, the one that I had been reading only a few minutes before. "I'm sorry, is this the part where you name what annoys you about me? If it bothers you so badly than why don't we just get it over with, because this is how I am," I said. "Or is that what you meant by it's not working?"

He swore. "I'm not endin' this, that's not what's goin' on, what I'm sayin' is that you need some more help, you can't do this on your own,"

"I didn't think I was, I thought you said that we could get through this together…I guess I was wrong," I said and stood to leave, but he grabbed my arm.

"You know that's not how I meant that," he said.

"Actually, no, I don't know that,"

"This is stupid; don't get mad at me 'cause of this,"

"I guess you'll have to add stupid to your list of my problems," I said sarcastically. "Let go of my Logan, I don't want to be here right now,"

He let go of my arm but stood up and followed right behind me as I walked from the library. "Where are you gonna' go then?"

"I don't know, I just have to get out of here,"

"You can't drive,"

I stopped and turned around towards him. "I am perfectly capable of driving, thank you, I just chose not to," I snapped. "But I guess since you apparently think that I'm an obsessive, incompetent idiot, you just assumed that I couldn't,"

"You don't need to drive, not while you're mad. Just stay here,"

"I can't, I need out,"

"Just stay here and we can talk about it, alright?" he asked with a mix of desperation and anger.

"I don't feel like staying here, I don't feel like talking and right now, I don't feel like loving you, so I have to leave,"

I did leave, I got into my car and left. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know where to do, I didn't even know how to think. I drove around for about three hours and then it started getting dark. I was tired and didn't feel like driving any longer, but I didn't want to go home either, so I pulled over to a small motel off the side of a little back road. I got a room and went straight to it, but when I shut the door, I began to hear things, voices, just outside of it. Though I had never heard them before, I somehow knew what they were and locked the door as quickly as I could, then ran to my bed, trying hard not to make a sound. It didn't do any good, they knew that I was in there and so they pulled on my door, trying to open it. I could hear the demons as they shook my door, pulling on it until the chain rattled. I curled up on the bed and cried, knowing that soon they would be able to get in. They continued to call at me through the door to let them in, all the while still trying to get into my room. They shook the door until the bolts holding it on its hinges began to pull from the wall. I cried because I was scared, because I felt stupid for leaving the school by myself. I should have known that something bad would happen as soon as I was all alone. I didn't know what they would do to me, but I was terrified.

I grabbed one of the crosses around my neck. "Please God make them go away, please, please make them leave," I prayed, rocking back and forth. I repeated the prayer over and over as I cried, my sobs so violent that my lungs began to burn from the lack of oxygen being fed to them, my throat became sore and my hand began to bleed from squeezing my cross so tightly.

I watched the door as it shook forcefully and then there it was; the cracking sound of the door. After nearly twenty minutes, they had finally broken through. I watched, waiting for them to come through the door, but instead, there was a flash of bright light and I heard the demons scream and run away. A man whom was shadowed in an amazing light, walked into my room and I knew he was an angel. He walked to me and held me, his touch feeling as though it could heal me. My sobbing stopped immediately; I knew that I was safe with him. He continued to hold me as he sang to me in a language I didn't understand, but it was comforting. Soon my breathing calmed, my eyes closed and I found myself falling to sleep in his arms. I didn't know who he was, I didn't care; he had saved me and he was the answer to my prayers.

I woke feeling disoriented. I wasn't in my room, I wasn't in Logan's room, I wasn't even in the school. I sat up and looked at the clock that was on the table beside the bed. It was almost one in the morning. Where was I? I looked around the room until I saw my purse on the floor beside the door, looking as if I had thrown it there in a hurry, though I wasn't sure why.

I stood from the bed and walked to it, trying to remember what had happened. After a bit of searching, I found my cell phone and dialed the number to Logan's. I remembered our argument vaguely and wondered if maybe he would even answer or if I had said too much to him. There were a few rings before he picked up.

"Yeah," he said, sounding half-asleep.

"Hey Logan," I said, not sure what to say.

"Layla, where are you?" he asked, sounding more awake.

"I don't know, I don't remember, it's some motel some where," I answered dumbly.

"Are you alright, is everything okay?"

"No, I don't…I don't know where I'm at, I don't know why I'm here and I'm having these vague memories of demons and angels or something, I don't know what's going on," I cried.

"Don't worry, I'm comin' to get you, but are you okay, you're not hurt or anything, are you?"

"The palm of my hand's cut, I don't know why though. How are you going to come get me, I don't even know where I'm at?"

"No, but Chuck does,"

"It's nearly one in the morning; you can't wake him up just to find me,"

"Yeah I can, and I'm goin' to, so don't worry, I'm gonna' come get you,"

"Okay," I said, letting out a shaky breath. "I'll wait on you,"

"Alright, I'll get there as soon as I can darlin',"

And he did. I waited only twenty minutes before he and Dr. Grey were there. By that time, I had remembered exactly what had happened and why I was there, but Logan wanted Jean to go ahead and read my mind to make sure it was really what had happened.

"I had no idea that all of this was so realistic for you," she said, once she was though.

"It's fine," I lied.

"Can that doctor help her, Jean?" Logan asked as he stood in front of me with his arms across his chest.

"I think he can, and he seems to think so, he's extremely optimistic about it,"

"Then she's goin'," he said and I looked up at him from where I was sitting on the bed. "I don't care if you want to or not Layla, you're goin'. I'll pick you up and carry you into his office if I've got to, but you're gonna' go see him, 'cause this is getting' outta' hand,"

I nodded my head. "Okay," I agreed. "I just want to go home."

"All right, come on, I'll take you,"

Logan drove me home in his car and Jean drove mine. We were fairly quiet on the drive, speaking only about the temperature in the car and him asking me if I was comfortable.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier tonight," I apologized as we pulled into the school's garage.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"I said that I didn't feel like loving you today, I didn't really mean it,"

"You did at the time,"

"It took me twenty minutes to remember where I was; I thought there were demons outside of my door and that an angel made them leave. I didn't know what I was saying for me to mean it," I said. "And I'm sorry for all of the other stuff I said, too. I know that you were just trying to help me, that you want me to get help and I apologize for all of this,"

"I know this ain't easy for you, you're the one who's goin' through it all, but it ain't easy for me either,"

"I know that you're getting the back end of this deal and I'm sorry,"

"I don't care if you yell at me, I couldn't care less about what you scream at me durin' a fight, 'cause I know that me and you both say things we don't mean when we get mad, that's not what I'm talkin' about. This ain't easy on me 'cause I have to watch you go through it, I have to watch you hurt over something I can't stop. I wanna' protect you and I don't know how,"

"You did protect me Logan,"

"You were just in some dive motel talkin' to demons; how did I protect you?"

"I think you were that angel tonight," I said, looking at him with tears in my eyes. "I think without you, he never would have come,"

"I ain't an angel,"

"You are to me,"

He pulled me to him from across the car and held onto me rightly. "I love you baby and I'm always gonna' come get you, not matter where you're at,"

"I love you too," I said, pressing my ear to his chest, listening to his heart. "Can you hear that?"

"Hear what?" he asked, assuming that I was hearing another voice.

"I can hear my life in your heartbeat," I murmured.

"You ought to; you're what keeps it beatin',"