Logan sat in the waiting area of the hospital, the last thing she'd been told was that Carson was okay, they were just cleaning her wounds and stitching her up. She'd grabbed a magazine and cup of coffee and waited. Her job now was to make sure that Carson was safe, and that she got home okay, that would at least make Alex feel a bit better. Logan hated the fact that Alex felt guilty for something she had no control over.
"Miss Grey?" The doctor stood in the doorway.
"Yes?" Logan stood and went to him.
"She's okay, they were both flesh wounds. She's just getting dressed then you can take her home." He handed her the prescription. "She'll need to drink these, so she may need some help tonight."
"I'll take her home with me," Logan said. "I have plenty of room, and there are a lot of
