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“Fine,” Allie mumbled in response. If he was going to treat her like some fragile little girl then she didn’t want to have any sort of relationship anyway…right?
“Fine,” Allie mumbled in response. If he was going to treat her like some fragile little girl then she didn’t want to have any sort of relationship anyway…right?
Logan sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.
Allie glanced at him, her anger melting a bit at his sincerity. “Me too,” she admitted, looking at the ground.
He sighed. "There are things that I haven't… that I can't tell you."
Allie sighed, trying to understand this time. “Okay, I guess I get it…”
"And…" He nodded. "Thank you." You have to be in control. You can't let her get hurt just because you can't control yourself.
She nodded, clearly unhappy but trying to be a better friend, or whatever it was that they were to each other. “You’re welcome…”
He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "I know you're upset, but I…I don't want you hurt because of something I did."
“I get it,” Allie sighed, glancing away from him. “Let’s just forget about it…okay?” Her voice sounded a bit sad, but she tried not to make him feel guilty, even though she definitely wanted him to.
"I…okay." he replied slowly, looking down at the board again. He chewed on his lower lip a little.
Despite her words, Allie was finding it a bit harder to just forget it than she anticipated. She moved again, but at this point her thoughts were anywhere but the game.
Logan sighed softly, raking his hand through his hair again. Damn. I…I don't know what I want.
Allie kept looking back at him. Why can’t I stop thinking about him, and about that kiss? she wondered, frustrated. She hoped he didn’t notice her unease.
Logan frowned a little, chewing on his lower lip. I don't know what to say. What to do.
Allie started coughing again, her face going pale. Her eyes widened. No…not again!
Logan looked at her worriedly. "You alright?" He asked quickly, eyes flickering as he looked at her.
“I’m—“ she coughed. “Fine, thanks.” She kept coughing for a bit before recovering, her face pale.
Logan watched her, chewing on his lip. "That Hugo kid better hurry with that medication." He muttered, worried for her.
She tried to laugh weakly, the laugh becoming a cough before she swallowed and spoke. “It’ll be okay.”
Just then the two of them heard a knock at the door.
Logan got up. "I'll get it." He went to the door, and opened it. "Hello?" He asked.
A petite girl a few years older than him with choppy black hair and piercing brown eyes looked back at him with an unreadable expression. She had several ear piercings and was wearing all black clothes. “Hey, I’m Mathilda. Hugo sent me with medicine? Says there’s a sick girl here?” she asked in a bored drawl.
Logan nodded. "Yeah. This way." He replied, gesturing. He held the door until she was inside, then led her to Allie's room.
Mathilda followed, clutching a bag filled with the medicine that Hugo had given her to take to this girl. Allie looked over when they entered. “Hi…”
“Hi. I’m Mathilda, and you must be the one who needs these,” she said, holding out the bag.
“Yeah. I’m Allie.”
Logan sat down, quiet. Hopefully this medicine would help Allie…he didn't want her to die because of this.
Mathilda handed the bag to Allie, who took it with a glance at Logan. She hoped that he was right about that Hugo guy.
“There’s some pills which help fight the bacteria,” Mathilda explained. “We believe it’s a bacterial thing, but it’s hard to tell without our previous technology. At any rate, you should be coughing less. There’s also some other stuff, and that has instructions and is mostly just in case other symptoms show up or the pills don’t work.”
Allie nodded, biting her lip. She was suddenly worried for herself, which was new. Allie was not usually a worrier.
Logan cleared his throat. "Is there anything to do to help make sure she gets better?" He asked slowly. "Food or something?"
“I mean, eating actual meals helps, but it’s hard to find enough food to do that,” Mathilda added, thinking. “Avoiding dairy…though you probably should anyway, since many places don’t have power…”
Logan nodded. "Alright. Anything else?" He asked, looking at Mathilda curiously. He wanted to help Allie get better as soon as possible.
She shrugged helplessly. “It’s a pretty strange illness,” Mathilda admitted. She leaned in closer to whisper, “And the patients don’t always make it out alive…”
Logan closed his eyes for a moment. "I know." He replied quietly. "But I'm going to do my best to make sure she does." His voice was firm.
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