I was drugged by his clean and manly scent and I forgot some doctors were in the office, staring at us. Logan, whose eyes were on my face also ignored them.
"I blame myself for leaving you behind," he said, touching the bright red rash on my cheek.
"Good morning," I greeted no one in particular. One of the doctors grinned and stretched forth his hand. I shook hands with him and waved at others. They smiled and waved back at me.
"Hi, I'm doctor Ken. How are you?" The doctor that shook hands with me asked with a friendly smile.
"I'm fine," I responded with an unusual tone that was in alliance with my pathetic look.
"Your knees," he said, pointing at my knees. "How do you feel?"
"Just a little pain whenever I want to sit or stand."
"Were you rushed to the hospital immediately?"
