Elsa's POV
"Did you have to knock him out?" Mother panicked as Logan lay motionless on the floor.
"I'm sick of his nagging. It's so damn unbearable, he's like a little girl." I complained to her, dropping the bronze flower vase I had used to hit my brother.
I went closer to him where he lay on the floor and touched his neck to check his pulse. It was beating fine. I guess all he'd have to show for the hit was a swollen head. That made me smile.
"Don't worry mum. He's very okay," I said to Mum, trying to put her mind at ease, "He'll definitely wake up later. Okay?"
I turned around to see her face still full of panic.
"C'mon, mum. I said he's okay," I assured her, "he's just unconscious. See? His pulse is fine." I turned his head so she could have a full view of his neck.
"You really
