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Chapter Thirty-Nine
Logan
Iwakeupwitha splitting headache and a pain in my side. A pain that keeps coming and going as though someone is inflicting the hurt on me right at this moment.What the hell?
Taking a deep breath, I slowly open my eyes and immediately squint as I’m bathed in light.
The pain in my side stops, and when I look down, I see Summer’s pinchy fingers hovering beside me.Again, what the hell?
“Summer,” I croak out, but it’s barely audible. After clearing my throat, I start again, my eyes searching the room as I open them a little wider. “Summer, why are you in my room, and why are you pinching me?”And why does my head hurt so much?
“Oh, good. You’re joking around,” she huffs out, crossing her arms over her chest. “Meanwhile, we’ve been worried sick about you.”
“Huh? I wasn’t joking. That really fucking hurt.”
“Well, you deserved it. What the hell, Logan?” She repeats my earlier thoughts, a pout in place.
I try to sit up, but a wave of nausea hits me, and I immediately flop back down.Note to self, no fast movements. Being hungover sucks.“I’m going to need you to tell me what’s going on. To spell it out. Because I can’t remember doing anything wrong,” I say, trying hard to think of what might have happened. I remember the club, and the shots, and then…nothing, I’ve got nothing.
Summer sighs and leans back, resting her head against Dylan’s chest. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Logan.”
I’m so confused. “Well, that’s a relief.”I think.Although, the way Summer’s staring at me would suggest there’s more to the story, and I don’t like loopholes. None of the “you didn’t do anything wrong, but” stuff. I either did or didn't.
Summer’s nose scrunches as Dylan winces behind her. Uh-oh.
“That’s a relief? A relief!” Summer exclaims, throwing her hands in the air. “Logan, you told me you were fine, that one day of alcohol wouldn’t affect you, and then we had to call the paramedics on your stupid ass.”
“Fuck off. No, you didn’t.”
“I hate to say it, man, but Summer’s not lying. You don’t remember?” Joel says, drawing my attention to everyone else in the room.Fuck, everyone’s here?
My face contorts as I rack my brain for any memory of that happening, but nothing comes to mind.
“You were pretty out of it,” Joel continues when I don’t speak. “But they gave your heart the all clear, and that’s all that matters.”
Huh? “My heart?”
“Yes! Your heart, jackass,” Summer blurts out, taking a step closer, but Dylan holds her back. I don’t blame her for the names. This is how she reacts when she’s scared for someone she loves. I’ve seen it before.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I don’t remember any of it.”
“Not even your call to Dani in the middle of the night?”
That has me sitting up, nausea or not. “No, God, did I fuck up?” I run my hands through my hair as nerves take over me.Why would I have called her?
Summer shakes her head, giving me a little comfort, until… “You told her about your heart condition and said you felt faint. Then you hung up. Youhung up. She called us thinking the worst. Well, Lucy did anyway.”
“Fuck!”
“Fuck, is right.”
My eyes dart around the room, ignoring the fact that Summer just swore, too anxious to see if Dani’s here. But she’s not. Of course, she’s not. And that shouldn’t surprise me, because why would she come?
“She wanted to be here,” Summer says with a newly formed sympathetic smile, her annoyed expression gone. “We told her not to come. Like Joel said, you got the all clear, no heart issues. You were just a drunk mess, and we’re driving home today, anyway.”
The thought of that has bile rising in my throat, but I want to see her. I need to see her.
I nod and lie back down, assuming that’s the end of the conversation, but apparently, it’s not,
