I could take care of myself, and besides, I didn’t believe he would harm me. I rarely got intimidated, even riding the train through the sketchier areas, and I wasn’t about to back down now. Now uncuff him.” My dad was ex-military and had taught me how to throw a punch. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” He shook his head. “He gave Terry a nice gash on his face, and you’re too pretty, you don’t want him unlocked.” I turned to Logan. Now unlock him.” He shook his head, as if realizing he was in a room with not one crazy person, but two. “Miss, I can’t do that,” the assistant said, drawing my attention back to him. I’m not sure when, but with that name tattooed on his arm, I started thinking of him as Logan. Referring to him as John Doe didn’t seem right. I blushed at the obvious attention he directed only to me despite the aide hovering nearby. I hadn’t realized such a brilliant shade of hazel could exist until his eyes fixated on mine. “Remove his cuffs.” For the first time the man in the bed opened his eyes and looked directly at me. “Wait.” The assistant paused at the door and faced me. I hadn’t realized they had him handcuffed since his hands had been covered by the sheet when I first walked in. The assistant looked from the patient back to me, and I offered a nod, signaling to him that I was fine and he was free to go, though my heart pounded steadily against my chest and I felt anything but calm. Perhaps uninterested in what was happening, or because he was drugged, I wasn’t sure which, he dropped his head back against the pillow and shifted to his side, cradling his cuffed hands in front of him. The man in the bed lifted his head from the pillow to survey what was happening around him. The assistant set the tray on the bedside table and turned to leave. The doctor had sent this poor guy in to check on me, I was sure. Instead, it was a nursing assistant dressed in blue hospital scrubs carrying a tray with a plastic pitcher of water. Andrews another earful about wanting to be left alone. The door opened behind me and I turned to give Dr. His physical injuries had pretty much healed, his concussion was the only thing still lingering, and a faint scar under his chin that was just barely visible.
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