Chapter 11
The next morning, Logan’s nose still bled and his face looked swollen beneath his eyes. Hana drove him to the clinic in town with Phoenix in her car seat. Tama lounged around at the unit, hopping around in his sleeping bag. “He’s up to something,” Hana muttered as they sat in the doctor’s waiting room with Logan holding a wad of tissue under his nose.
“I don’t care right now,” Logan grumbled. “I’ve got my own problems.”
“We should have come here last night,” Hana said, brushing her fringe from her eyes. Questing fingers reminded her she’d become distracted in the bathroom by Phoenix’s cries and dealt with only one side of her hair. “I lost count of the number of times you choked on the blood in your throat; it terrified me.” She yawned and covered her mouth. “I don’t think I
