"Sit and drink," Logan said sternly, sitting you down at the kitchen table and handing you a plastic bag of blood. Today you had another fight but this time you had no control over how much power you used. Maurice found you and called Logan since you were on the verge of passing out. He had to miss his performance with the band and go to the place where you were to pick you up. He didn't even say anything to you, just shoved you in the car like a kitten.

"Why do I have to get your ass out of trouble, why am I babysitting you instead of our father" He kept asking himself rhetorical questions here and there and finally looked at you again when you were fully healed. "I had to cancel the band concert because of you! You upset everyone, me, Vana, Tristan, everyone! Why couldn't you just shove your pride up your ass and go home like I asked you to?"