Dylan watched Hazel as she walked towards the exit. He wondered what had her so…anxious? Frazzled? He couldn’t quite tell.
He waited until the nurse left Logan’s room, then he entered. Logan was sitting up in bed, watching TV.
“Hey man,” Dylan said, sitting in the chair next to the bed. “How you feeling?”
Logan had a faraway look in his eyes. There was a long pause before his answered. “Oh, hey. Sorry. Uh…I’m doing okay, just wiped.”
“I bet,” Dylan said.
“Where did Hazel go?” Logan asked, looking towards the hallway.
“She said she had some errands to run,” Dylan shrugged.
“Oh.” Logan was relieved. It would have been awkward to have her in here with Dylan, he thought.
Dylan dug into his burrito
