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I’d hate to think about all he’s seen on his tours of duty.”
    “Yeah.” Then, I remember something. “Ugh! I have a test coming up that I didn’t study very much for,” I say as I move away from him. “I’ll be in my room, with my nose in a book, if you need me.” I stalk off toward my bedroom.
    “What about dinner?” Daniel shouts at my retreating back.
    “Just microwave something from the freezer,” I call out, before closing the door to my room and sinking into nursing student mode.

3
    ELORA
    L ogan is eating the breakfast I prepared. He made an effort today. He shaved, combed his unruly, brown mop, and put on fresh, clean clothes. I noticed immediately, and was sure to compliment him on looking more human. When the unintentional joke at his expensive came across my lips, I wasn’t sure what his reaction would be, but his mood is great today and so was his ability to laugh at himself. It’s so nice to see him smile.
    “Earth to Elora,” Logan says to get my attention. I perk up immediately.
    “Huh? Oh, sorry. I guess I was day dreaming. Do you need something?” I walk around the counter and come to stand in front of him.
    “Yes, actually. Why don’t you have a seat and eat breakfast with me? I know the chef personally, and she wouldn’t mind.” He smirks, as he refers to me.
    I smile at his thoughtfulness.
    “I don’t know. I’m not very hungry,” I say.
    “Did you eat before you came?”
    “A little. I had a piece of toast.” He frowns.
    “That wouldn’t keep a bird alive. There are more eggs in the fridge. I’d offer to make them for you, but I’m not sure you’re into eating charcoal briquettes.”
    I laugh.
    “No, I’m not, and thank you, but no. I’ll be fine.”
    “Okay, maybe lunch then,” he says.
    “Why are you always trying to feed me? Do I look like I need to eat more?” I chuckle at my own words, hoping not to sound as though I’m offended.
    “Not at all. I’m just trying to get to know you. Besides, don’t most people converse over a meal? It just feels natural.”
    “I suppose.” I rub my chin, thinking about his proposal. “Okay. I’ll have a little breakfast with you, but don’t think this’ll become a habit.”
    “I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, I’m sure you have terrible table manners,” he says in jest.
    “I totally do. Elbows on the table, slurping soup—the whole nine yards. You should see me eat spaghetti.”
    He makes a face of disgust, and we’re both smiling. It’s really nice.

    An hour or so goes by, and we’re still at the table talking. I’m telling him about my life, or lack thereof, as a nursing student, and he’s explaining to me how the simplest movements are so much harder for him now. I could’ve guessed that already, but he’s talking, so I let him.
    “So, why didn’t you do occupational and physical therapy while you were still in the hospital?”
    “They wanted me to, but I was so bitter about my situation, and I was the furthest thing from cooperative. Without my legs, all I wanted to do was die. I had no interest in learning how to get along in a world that I no longer wanted to be a part of. It was all or nothing for me. It still is in a lot of ways.”
    “But why? Lots of people lose limbs and function just fine in society.”
    “I know. It’s hard to explain. My brother’s been amazing though. He moved here from California, just to help me adjust to everything. Luckily, he has a job that allows him the freedom to travel, so his company just let him transfer to their Ohio hub. I don’t know where I’d be without him.”
    “Wow, he sounds great.”
    “Yeah. We have our moments, but I can never repay him for all he’s done.”
    I nod, and a weird silence hangs in the air. I feel the need to break it.
    “Well, it sounds to me like you need some lessons on how to modify your behavior to accommodate your new lifestyle.” I stand and begin to clear the table.
    “Huh?”
    I laugh.
    “You need to go