Page 136 of Whenever You Call

“Come on, lazy bug. Bella’s waiting.I’mwaiting.”

I watched him closely—so closely I could tell a stranger every mark and line and vein and blemish on his skin—but still, nothing happened.

I looked up at Dr. Young by the door, her hands behind her back as she watched us, and I shook my head. “It isn’t working.”

“Give him time.”

“He doesn’t have—”

And that’s when I felt it.

The twitch of his knuckles against my cheek.

I froze instantly, breaking out into goosebumps that made every part of me stand to attention as though my life was in danger, which it was. His life was my life now. Without one, the other was doomed. My lips parted, the rest of me too afraid to move as my wide eyes snapped to Logan, waiting.

Waiting for him to wake.

Waiting to see those eyes I loved so much.

Waiting for him to seeme.

“Hannah?” Dr. Young’s voice drew closer, but I didn’t dare take my eyes off Logan. “What is it?”

“His knuckle,” I whispered. “It twitched; I swear.”

“Keep talking. Keep telling him all the things he needs to hear.”

I did exactly as she said, making more promises of a future together. Begging him to hold me again. Telling him stories of how Bella was out there in the corridor, waiting to snuggle up next to him and how she now hated the game of hide and seek, and swore she’d never play it again.

Logan’s lashes fluttered.

“Did you see that?” I gasped.

“I sure did,” Dr. Young said. “Keep going.”

I brushed his knuckles over my cheek, never stopping, telling him I missed him doing it for me. How I missed the way he kissed me. How I never wanted to miss an opportunity with him again.

And then his fingers flexed in my grip. Not one of them.Allof them.

My eyes shot up to the doctor, who broke out into a cheek-shattering grin for only a moment before she spun around to the nurses and gave out her commands. Commands I didn’t understand or need to understand. That was their job, not mine. My job was to bring him back to me.

I kept going. More words. More promises. More fantasies, and when his fingers twitched again and the nurse called out that his toes had moved, too, I allowed the relief of it all to overflow, making tears of pure happiness fall down my face just before Logan sucked in a shallow breath, and his bruised eyes flickered open.

It was at that exact moment that my old world stopped, and my new one began.

“He’s awake!” someone cried, and although I hated it when I was carefully pulled back to let the nurses in to do what they needed to do, I let them break us apart for only a short time so we could spend forever together once it was over.

My hands came up to my mouth to try and catch my cries of gratitude, but nothing could catch the tears that fell.

For the first time in days, I took a full breath.

And when Logan finally parted his dry, cracked lips, only one word fell out as a heavy breath that barely made a sound.

Hannah.

Chapter50

LOGAN

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