I'm really happy to see progress from my dad. It may not be that much, but it kind of gives me hope that he will be okay and that he might actually live through this. I smiled to myself thinking how it would be once he gets better. I looked over at Logan who was doubling checking the patient's charts. I looked around and the suddenly grabbed him from behind and hugged him tightly.
"Noah." he scolded.
"What did I do?" I smiled innocently.
"Nothing. Let me just finish this, and then we ca head home." he said as he took final looks at the remaining charts.
I grabbed his hand and intertwined my fingers with his as we walked home. I don't know why, but I keep getting a bad feeling that I can't shake off. Maybe it was the whole fiasco with Hannah? Logan squeezed my hand tighter, he was pro
