“Oh my!” Grecia immediately stood up from the couch, rushing to his side. “Mom,” Logan groaned loudly, wiping the blood from his lips. “Why are you up this late?” he asked an undertone of exasperation in his voice. Unlike the attire he was wearing this morning, Logan now wore grey joggers and a black sweatshirt, his hair messier than usual. I also stood up from the couch but I couldn’t move any further. It felt like some invisible force was pulling me backward. Grecia took his face in her hands, examining him. She had to stand on her toes to see his face clearly. Of course, he is 6ft tall and Grecia only needs to stand on her toes to see his face, I guess I’ll need a stool for that.“I’m fine, Ma,” Logan said and removed her hands off his face. Logan’s lips had been cut and blood had congealed at the corners of the red lips. His face already seemed to start to bruise a little, along with a tr
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