Chapter 43

A steaming cup of chocolate appeared in front of me. I turned slightly to look at Logan, who gave me a closed-mouthed smile. "What were you thinking?"

"In a dangerous and unstable patient..."

"Nothing."

We sat and talked for hours about the most trivial things in the world, and it felt so good. I felt normal, without worries, without fears. I allowed myself to forget everything that had happened, the pain, the sadness. I wasn't the patient with all those depressing diagnoses; I was just a girl, having a pleasant conversation with the boy she liked.

It was already past midnight when I began to feel sleepy. The two of us were facing each other, with our sides against the sofa, our heads resting on it.

The intensity of Logan's gaze left me breathless. "Are you sleepy?"

I nodded, yawning. "Just a little."

"Okay."

"Do you really not remember anything about that night?"

I tensed up a little, forgetting that he had read my file. "Not much."

"You don't remember anything ab