“I will.” The doctor winked at Hana and left. As Hana pressed the gate release and watched his sporty car kick up gravel behind it, she heard Logan vomiting again.
“This is ridiculous,” she groaned, leaning against the doorframe. “I’ll call him back.”
“No!” Logan leaned over the sink and ran fresh water into his mouth. “I feel better.”
“You’re a liar!” Hana exclaimed, watching his shaking fingers probe the drawer for something. “Let me do it.” She retrieved a toothbrush and squeezed paste onto it. Logan’s fingers trembled as he took it.
Hana stayed close while he brushed his teeth and rinsed out his mouth. He took huge gulps of air to steady himself, his knuckles white against the basin. “I’m fine,” he persisted. “Let me sleep.”
“You do that!” Hana snapped. “I don’t suppose you want t
