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.
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