Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)
Chapter 414

Startled, I dropped the towel from my hands and dashed to the bedside, eager to see for myself. There Catherine was, eyes still tightly shut. I asked Logan, "What's going on?"

"Her hand moved!" he insisted, eyes glued to Catherine as he called out, "Hey... wake up, you've slept enough. Stop faking, will ya? Time for dinner!"

Sure enough, her eyelashes quivered, resembling a sleepy child disturbed from slumber, appearing quite displeased, even furrowing her brows slightly.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, calling out to her eagerly, "Catherine, come on, wake up!"

Logan gently shook her hand and said in a playful tone, "Hey... Sunrise, sunshine! Time to get up, Catherine. Mr. Wilburn is asking about you. The Oldtown Avenue project needs your attention, or it's gonna fall through!"

At that, Catherine's head moved ever so slightly, as if she was struggling to open her eyes.

"You're always sleeping, aren't you hungry?" Logan teased, slipping back into his usual banter.

Finally, Catherine's lashes began to part, revealing eyes unfocused and bleary.

Just then, Hannah came in with a tray of food. Logan quickly sent her to get the doctor, and she hurried out, leaving the tray behind.

"Catherine, Catherine!" I called anxiously, afraid her eyes would close again. Her gaze shifted towards me.

Logan let out a chuckle. "Has this turned into a staring contest? Catherine, you really know how to play!" He was trying to be funny, but concern was evident in his bloodshot eyes.

I laughed until tears came.

Catherine closed her eyes and reopened them, focusing on me this time, then turned her head slightly to look at Logan.

Just staring, I felt a twinge of nervousness. Why wasn't she speaking? Her expression was neutral, just blinking at Logan as if she didn't recognize him.

The doctor and nurses entered briskly, and we stepped aside to let them do their work. Catherine responded slowly to their questions, but her thoughts seemed clear and her limbs coordinated.

Standing up, the doctor turned to us with a pleased smile. "She's doing very well. She might feel dizzy, sleepy, and experience nausea or vomiting these days. She'll need to continue with oxygen therapy and spend time in the hyperbaric oxygen chamber each day. From now on, she just needs good rest and nutrition. The wound is healing fine, and she'll be ready to be discharged once all symptoms are gone." After the doctor left, Logan leaned in close to Catherine. "You didn't lose any brain cells, did you?"

To our surprise, Catherine retorted, "You're loud enough to wake the dead! Can't you let someone sleep?"

At her words, we all relaxed. She was okay after all!

We all laughed, but Catherine grumbled, "What's so funny? Aren't we supposed to eat? I'm starving!"

I quickly agreed, "Right away, let's eat!"

She rolled her eyes and slowly raised her hand to touch her head.

Logan teased her, "Your head's still there, no need to check!"

She glanced at Logan. "As if you wouldn't be glad if it wasn't."

Logan feigned despair. "Of course not! First thing I checked when I found you was your head, I swear!"

"I'm checking if my hair's still there. I don't want to end up bald," Catherine defended.

Logan snorted, "You're worried about your hair after a near-death experience? Bald or not, you'd still be a beauty!"

Catherine shot back, "Oh, really? And how exactly am I supposed to find a decent boyfriend if I were bald?"

I chuckled to myself, knowing full well she was teasing Logan.

Logan's face fell as he retorted, "Well, I'm relieved to hear that. You're not silly, and you'll find someone!"

Catherine turned to me, irritation in her voice, "Allie, where's the food? I'm starved! After I eat, I need to go boyfriend hunting!"

I laughed and brought the tray over, asking, "Ready to eat now?"

"Of course! I'm about to starve! No man will want a ghost to be his girlfriend!" She struggled to sit up, but Logan quickly held her back. "Easy there," he cautioned, "This is a rocking bed, you know?" "Oh... damn, maybe I did lose some brain cells!" she cursed playfully, her feisty spirit undimmed.

Now I was truly reassured; her sharp tongue meant she was alright.

But unexpectedly, as the bed tilted up, she cried out from dizziness and nausea. Logan panicked and quickly flattened the bed again, his face turning pale with fear.