CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FOUR – BAD HEALTH

As Logan sat by Deonna's bedside, holding her hand and watching the steady rise and fall of her chest, he felt a maelstrom of emotions. Relief that they finally knew what was wrong. Anger at the initial misdiagnosis. Fear for what the future held. But most of all, an overwhelming love for the woman lying before him, and a fierce determination to see her through this. When Deonna finally stirred, her eyes fluttering open, Logan was there. "Hey," he said softly, squeezing her hand. "Logan?" Deonna's voice was weak, confused. "What happened? Where am I?" Logan took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. "You're in the hospital, Dee. You collapsed at work. The doctors... they found out what's really wrong." Deonna's eyes widened with fear. "Tell me," she whispered. As gently as he could, Logan explained the diagnosis, the treatment plan, the long road ahead. Deonna listened in silence, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry," she said when he finished, her