“Logan,” she managed to whisper.
Nothing.
“Logan,” she repeated.
“I’m here,” he finally said, his hands lacing with hers.
She blinked again. Her eyes burned as she forced them open to see him sitting on her bed. She was in a hospital gown, andunlike her, he was dressed in one of his infamous shirts and a leather jacket.
“What’s…what’s going on?”
“Shhh, I don’t have long.”
“What are you talking about?”
His grip on her hand tightened. “Listen to me. I need you to listen to me.” He paused, his gaze dropping to their hands. “Whatever happens, look for me. I’ll find a way to be there. I promise.”
“What are you talking about?” she said again, panic rising in her throat.
He ignored her, bringing her fingers to his lips and kissing them softly. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, over and over. “Miss Daisy, I’m so sorry.”
“She’s flatlining,” an unfamiliar woman's voice cut in.
Daisy’s vision flickered, the world around her spinning. She could still feel the warmth of Logan’s hand in hers, the soft press of his lips against her fingers, but it was all fading, slipping through her grasp.
“Logan!” she screamed, but no words came. The machines surrounding her bed began to beep faster, more insistent, until it was the only sound she could hear.
“No...No, please,” she whispered, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Logan! Logan, wait!”
She tried to reach for him, to anchor her grip in the warmth of his skin, but there was nothing. Logan was gone.
“Daisy, stay with us,” the unfamiliar voice came again. “Pulse returning.”
A hand gripped hers, pulling her back into the present, but it wasn’t Logan's. It was cold and sterile; it had to be a nurse.
“Let’s keep pushing, she hasn’t stabilised yet,” another voice added. “Give me another round of epi. Two minutes until the next shock.”
She attempted to move, but a sudden wave of warmth surged through her, tingling in her veins before she was plunged back into a cave of oppressive darkness.
A soft cough caught her attention, and the sound of someone speaking in hushed tones woke her. She was still in hospital, and when she turned her head, a young nurse with plaited blonde hair was checking her vitals.
“You're awake at last,” the nurse said gently, offering her a small smile. “How are you feeling?”
Daisy opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. She cleared her throat and tried again. “What happened?” she stammered. “How did I get here?”
The nurse hesitated, her fingers fiddling with the edge of a clipboard. “You were in an accident,” she replied, “A car accident. You’re lucky to be alive. We nearly lost you a few times. But if this is anything to go by,” she added, pointing to the charts. “Looks like despite having a broken arm and a few bruises, you’re going to be okay.”
Daisy nodded slowly, trying to absorb the information. “The other person…who was with me. Logan, where is he?”
She watched the nurse’s face tighten, and a long silence followed. “Logan…is he okay?" she pressed, her voice growing more urgent.
The nurse’s gaze dropped to the floor for a moment, then back to Daisy. “I’m so sorry,” she said softly. “Logan didn’t make it.”
Didn’t make it? Daisy’s mind repeated the phrase, slow to grasp its meaning. When it finally sank in, a wave of panicsurged through her, tightening her chest and stealing her breath away.
“What do you mean?” she whispered. “No…No, he can’t be. He was right here—”
“I'm so sorry,” the nurse repeated.
