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Logan ushered me to the chair. While I felt like shit, I didn't need that much help, but I was too tired to fight it.

Instead, I tried to call Emmy to let her know I was on my way home. But sadly, I just hit her voicemail. I just hoped she was sleeping.

Suzuki came into the lobby. He stared at me. "What are you doing out of bed?"

Logan took the initiative. "Taking him to the doctor."

"Feel better, but I got to go." Suzuki shrugged his shoulders and headed out the doors. I wondered what he was up to since we didn't have practice for a little bit. Then I remembered some of the PR guys had things scheduled for the fan favorites. Hell, they had me slated for a trip to the local castle and the St. Charles bridge in Prague.

Chapter 42

Eoghan

ThemomentIsatdown in Logan's cushy as fuck private plane, I fell asleep. I don't even think we got cleared to leave before I was zonked out.

Suddenly, I felt the jarring effects of the plane's wheels hitting the tarmac.

I lifted my eyes and Logan said, "Wait here."

I was too tired to care, but I was confused. Why were we stopping at all, and why was he disembarking without me?

Before my eyes closed, a woman in a flight attendant uniform came up to me. "Would you like anything while we wait?"

When I was young, my mom would make me a drink filled with lots of honey, ginger, and tea whenever I felt crummy. It always tasted good. Now I just hoped that they would have something similar to that on the plane.

In the past, Logan had boasted that you could get almost anything you liked on his private plane.

"Do you have something that has lots of ginger, honey, and some tea?"

The woman smiled and said, "Give me a second, but it's going to be very gingery. Is that okay?"

I simply nodded.

I looked at my phone. Since I had some reception, I texted Emmy.

On my way. Please answer me, my star.

Sadly, I didn't get a response. Part of me didn't expect one since she'd been radio silent since I hung up on her. I needed to know she was still alive and okay.

If we had blood sickness, that meant we sealed our mating.

We should be able to talk telepathically, even over a great distance. If we weren't so ill, I would never just throw my thoughts into her brain.

I wasn't really sure how to do it. It wasn’t like I was taught how to communicate with a mate in school. I just closed my eyes and sent my thoughts out into the universe, hoping Emmy could understand what I was saying.

Emmy, please let me know if you're alive.

That was when the flight attendant came back with my drink. It smelled so rich and even more gingery than I ever had as a kid. But taking a sip just seemed to help.

I'm alive, but I feel like shit. Detoxing is easier.

Her voice seemed so far away, but it was her voice. But she was alive and still had her humor, which was good.

As I sipped my drink, Logan got back onto the plane and thrust a cream Stanley into my hand. Logan looked me straight in the eye, and I prepared myself to hear Logan's alpha voice to command me to do something. Instead, he was forceful enough without going into the alpha voice. "Drink some."

I didn’t want to be the difficult asshole who was double fisting, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what he passed me. It was a restorative to keep me alive.

I sipped from the thermos and placed it in the holder beside me. I hated the taste since it was bitter. If it didn't work so damn well, I wouldn't have bothered with it.

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