Chapter 11

I was about to hail a taxi when an inconspicuous-looking black car gradually drove before me. Its window rolled down, and a voice rang out, "Ari? With my head still spinning, I looked up at the person. Then, a handsome face came into view, stunning me. "Woody—" I stopped to correct myself, "Mr. Wood?" Logan exited the car, opened the front passenger seat door, and helped me in. It took me ages to process what was happening. After a while, I asked, "What are you still doing here, Mr. Wood?" Logan drove while casually explaining, "I figured you'd still be at the hospital, so I took a drive around the area. And as expected, you were still there." Then, he thoughtfully handed me a napkin. "Did you puke earlier?" I accepted it, wiped my lips, and murmured, "Yeah. I'm a little dizzy. It's probably an unpleasant side effect of the concussion." Logan's brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze hardened behind his glasses. That was when I noticed my entire back was drenched in sweat. As Log