I woke up the next morning only to find that I had many messages from Logan.
"I miss you"
"Wake up I wanna talk to you"
"You're so beautiful"
"How did I get lucky enough to meet you?"
And so on. I smiled. Wow. I actually smiled! & it's the beginning of the day. I thought to myself, this is gonna be a damn good day.
"Good morning sunshine!" I said.
I assumed he was still asleep so I didn't worry to much about it until after 4 hours when I still didn't have a reply. I felt like I messed up with him already. Like I was ready to die again. Thats exactly what I was going to do.
I got my knife and had it in my skin. It bled, a lot. I became dizzy and I blacked out. I only remember waking up in the hospital hooked up to IVs and seeing someone I'd never met before sitting asleep in the chair beside the bed.
I whispered, "Logan?" He opened his eyes.
"Is this real life?" I pinched myself. "Ouch"
He laughed. "It's really me baby. You don't reply so I got scared and came to find you and you were home alone unconscious."
That kind of made me smile that he gave a damn about me. I scratched my arm and started to cry a little and looked down and saw stitches going up my arm. I looked at him confused.
"You don't remember do you?" He said.
I shook my head no and looked at it again.
"You cut yourself and hit a vein so you bled out. Don't worry. I cleaned up all the blood after they told me you'd be okay."
I smiled. "Logan, will you kiss me?"
You chuckled a little and stood up and we made out for a few minutes until we heard the nurse at the door.
She came in and have me my medication. The next thing I know, I was out again with Logan's hand on my thigh really close to my, uhm, my pussy.