Chapter 8: Dreams Or Reality? (Part 2)

LOGAN'S POINT OF VIEW:

"Francesca! Time to wake up?" I knocked on the door. After hearing no response figuring that she was still sleeping, I opened up the door and stepped in, carrying a tray of food for her to eat, since I doubt it very much that she wanted to walk on a sore ankle.

I blinked, she wasn't even breathing.

Wait...she wasn't breathing?!

Snarling I dropped the tray of food. And I quickly scurried over to her. I snarled and shouted in my mind for Charles to come quickly. He came sooner than I thought. The door was left wide open so he could wheel in. I felt for a pulse on her wrist. She was lying on her back. Eyes closed and not responding to my touch. I snarled again.

"Logan? What's wrong?"

"I don't know Charles; she wasn't breathing when I walked in."

"Give her mouth to mouth." I snarled in warning and shook my head back and forth.

"Logan, you must. This is a matter of life and death." I glanced over my shoulder to glare quickly at Charles then I looked back down at Francesca.

Gritting my teeth I grumbled, "What will she think...if I...?"

"That can wait till later. Logan, her heart rate is dropping quickly! Do it!" Charles said quickly. I nodded my head and leaned forward. I neared her lips and kept my eyes opened. I had never kissed a girl since my wife died.

No matter what I did right now, I thought as I breathed into her mouth and my lips neared hers. I would not feel anything. Nothing at all.

I felt her move beneath me as she opened up her eyes; I leaned backwards, giving her some room to breathe. She blinked and shuddered violently. She reached up a hand to wipe at her mouth. She glanced up at me and coughed, frowning in the process. "Did you...kiss me?" She glared. I nodded my head. I chuckled as she then glanced over at Charles. I stood up, away from her. Giving her more space to breathe. She sat up, rubbing her arms that were covered in goose bumps.

"Francesca, this time, you are going to school." Charles stated.

She could only nod her head in agreement.

Once Charles was satisfied he wheeled out of the room, closing the door behind him.

I groaned, bending over to pick up the food that was scattered all over the floor. "So, you gonna be okay?" I asked gently, when I straightened up to look at her. She was really pale. Paler than normal. "Hey," I said and sat down on the bed. She was shaking violently. I winced and put my arm around her. She smiled slightly, but I thought I saw fear in her eyes. "Are you okay?" I asked her softly.

"I'll be fine. Really." Somehow I honestly didn't believe her. I raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. She came out from under my arm; went to walk forward and she started to fall. I quickly jumped up and grabbed her from around her waist and gently pulled her back down on the bed. She gasped and opened up her eyes. I chuckled just a little because she had blushed.

My wife used to blush all the time. This was different.

"Thanks." She muttered hoarsely.

"Your welcome." I stood up.

"What's all this?" She asked with an arched eyebrow, glancing down at the food.

I shrugged my shoulders and stood up. Well aware that she was checking me out as I bent forward, picking up the remaining food that I had dropped again when I had snagged her around her waist. "It was just a little something...Well, not something anymore." I growled underneath my breath.

"Well, thank you anyways, for the food I mean...and...Logan?" I turned back around as I motioned towards the door.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Please..." She started to say, biting her lip and making sure that tears wouldn't come down her face, although I could see it in her eyes. "...don't...don't tell anyone about me..."

"About you almost dying on us?" I finished the question for her.

Biting her lip again she nodded quickly. "Yeah...that." She was looking down at the floor. Not meeting my gaze of course.

I raised an eyebrow, walked back over to her bed and leaned forward. Put all the food in my left hand, held up my right hand to caress her cheek. She glanced up, tears streaming down her face. "Why did you almost die?" I whispered quietly to her.

She shook her head but didn't utter a word. I squinted and held up her chin, making her look into my eyes. "Why?" I asked again.

Biting her lip, she finally said, "Because I had that dream."

"What dream?" I asked.