A Love Forgotten

Upon seeing that I’d opened my eyes, he said, “Given your circumstances, do you want to call Jonathan?”

I froze, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly, a bitterness spread across my chest as I recalled Teri saying that Jonathan had shunned me over the past five years.

Logan studied my expression before slowly saying, “Your condition isn’t looking too good, so I’ll still phone him in a bit. You’re his biological sister. No matter how tense your relationship is, there’s no ignoring that you two share blood relations.

“Frank will be here shortly to perform a check–up on you. If he says you’re not doing good, we’ll have you admitted into the hospital for tonight.”

He then added, “It’s not that I didn’t want you to stay in the hospital today. I was merely worried that you’d have no one to look after you if you stayed there alone,Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I could still hold back my tears when Logan was speaking about my brother. However, my tears

uncontrollably streamed down my cheeks when he said that last part.

“Don’t cry,” Logan comforted me after seeing me cry. “Everything’s okay. You’re okay.

He then picked up the phone to make a call while I cried in silence for some time.

When Logan re–entered the room, I stared at him with hopeful eyes.

Logan’s features tensed up in a complicated emotion. It took him a moment before he smiled at me. “I’ve phoned your brother. He’s currently abroad but will return to visit you in two days.”

Instantly, the small flames of hopefulness within me were extinguished. I retracted my gaze and let out a self–deprecating laugh. “Jonathan still refuses to forgive me, huh?”

Logan didn’t say anything.

With a sigh, I replied, “It’s okay. I know he’s still upset.”

Although that was what I said, disappointment still crushed my very being, and tears soon fell from m eyes again.

Just then, I felt the spot on the bed beside me dip as Logan leaned closer to look at me.

He was staring at me so intensely that I was too flustered to continue crying and frantically wiped my

tears instead.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked.

I absent–mindedly nodded.

Logan was about to speak when his phone rang.

His eyes lit up as he answered the phone in front of me

That was when a familiar voice rang out, “Hey, Logan. How’s she doing?”

I recognized who it was at once.

Jonathan…” I snatched the phone and sobbed, “I miss you, Jonathan.”

Silence came from the other end of the line. For a while, there was only the sound of my ceaseless sobs.

It took forever before a helpless sigh came from Jonathan. “What’s wrong, Ari?”

What’s wrong? What else could be wrong with me?

I glanced at Logan before tears and snot rolled down my face. ‘I’m afraid, Jonathan! Please take me home. I want to go home!”

Before I could say more, Logan took the phone away from me and left the room to speak on the phone. This time, he was on the call with Jonathan for a long while.

When he returned, I was already dozing off.

Logan seemed more relaxed now.

After some time, Frank Drake–the person that Logan had mentioned–finally arrived.

I’d thought that only one person would come, but to my surprise, an entire team had shown up.

Frank Drake was a doctor. He’d brought two nurses and someone who was likely a pharmacist with him. They’d come with some lightweight equipment to perform a check–up on me. Then, they dispensed my medication and began softly discussing my condition among themselves.

A while later, they set up IV drip for me, and I started feeling sleepy.

Just then, Logan’s voice rang out, “Does she need to be admitted into a hospital?””

Frank answered, “Her condition isn’t too severe. It’s likely post–concussion syndrome, so she needs to stay in bed and rest for two days. She should avoid intense exercises and anything that could trigger extreme emotions.”

I wanted to listen in on their conversation, but the drugs kicked in, and I fell asleep.