Page 84 of Hypothetical Heart
“One day,” he confirms, making my heart soar. I know Genevieve might not remember this, but I will always remember all the times Jameson has made it so apparent how much he loves my best friend.
Meanwhile, Logan is trying to get Eloise up the steps of the porch while she argues with him about how it is unethical to take away somebody’s vodka. Thank God Logan’s parents are away, and his little sister is at a friend’s house.
“Maybe we should have thought this through a little better,” I sigh.
Logan shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I’m going to put her in the guest bedroom.”
When he comes back down the stairs, I’m near tears, but I wipe them away before he gets into the kitchen.
“I’m sorry about tonight,” I tell him.
He takes a seat at the barstool next to me. “That’s okay, I’m glad I went with you.”
“You were practically my bodyguard.”
“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He smiles.
Logan Callaghan is overwhelmingly good, and tonight only goes to prove that once again.
25
The fall happened quicker than I would have ever imagined it to.
I’ve had falls before, plenty of them. But every other time this has happened, I knew I was going to fall, I could feel it right before it actually happened. This time I didn’t feel it until I hit the ground.
Most of the time when you see someone fall on TV, it looks like it’s in slow motion, but even knowing that editing was the reason for it, I still used to think that would be how falling felt.
Not that I would have ever imagined this type of catastrophe in the first place, since I always used to believe that thinking about falling would make me afraid.
I guess that doesn’t matter now, considering that what I was most afraid of wasn’t the pain of the fall but the repercussions of not being able to land.
Lying on the ground now, I don’t even want to think about how I got here, or the sound of everyone’s gasps as I hit the ground, or anything other than the fact that I may have just ruined my life.
“Winnifred!” I hear the sound of my name, but it sounds far away. “Winnifred, are you okay?”
I open my eyes, but I can barely see through the tears that have already formed in my eyes.
I don’t feel the pain of the fall yet, but my body must already be registering it.
“Is my leg broken?” I ask nobody in particular as I keep my eyes glued to the ceiling.
Everybody stays silent.
“Please, someone answer me.” I look behind me, seeing a few of the girls from my class standing behind me with wide eyes.
“We don’t know, Winnie.” Someone answers.
I feel a tear track down my cheek, and without looking at my leg, I attempt to sit up, which sends a jolt of pain through my lower limb.
This is bad. This is so bad.
“Can someone go out to the front desk?” I hear Madame Bacri ask from where she’s standing above me. “Tell them we’re going to need an ambulance.”
“What?” I finally look down at my leg. “Oh my God,” I gasp, feeling all the air expel from my lungs.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
My entire ankle is swollen, already turning a nasty shade of purple. It is very clear that this time, the result of my fall is not just a small bump or a bruise. Something is seriously wrong.
