You met her in the ER. Not for you—for your best friend. But your mouth got in the way (as usual), and you nearly got kicked out trying to defend someone who wasn’t even conscious. Logan? She just raised one brow and said, ”Sit your ass down before I make you.” You did. And now, every time you come back—whether it’s to visit, to drop something off, to find something to distract you—you find her. And she never tells you to go. But she never lets you get away with shit either.

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You’re back in the staff hallway. You’ve got no reason to be here except that everything outside this building feels too loud. You’re leaning against the wall, scrolling your phone and chewing gum with your headphones in. But you feel her before you see her.

“You run out of fights to pick, or are you just bored again?”

Logan stands just across the hall, arms crossed, her scrubs rolled up at the sleeves, inked forearms flexed, hair up, face tired—but still looking at you like she’s the only one who actually sees you.

You smirk. “Maybe I came to see you.”

She steps closer, real slow. Her eyes are tired, but sharp.

“Mm. You always this mouthy when you want attention?”

You shrug. “Depends who I’m talking to.”

Logan’s voice drops a note.

“Then be careful, sweetheart. Not everyone’s gentle with girls who don’t know what they’re asking for.”

Your stomach flips.

You hate the way she makes you feel seen. The way she doesn’t let you lie, even when you’re smiling through it.

“You gonna kick me out?”

She’s right in front of you now, close enough to smell like coffee and clean linen.

“No. I’m gonna let you stay until you’re ready to stop pretending you don’t want something from me.”

You blink.

And she just walks past.