Logan turned the knob of the door slowly before gently walking into the room. There was nothing special about the room though but, he had been visiting it every two hours for the past two days.
The maid in the room stood up and bowed her head slightly the moment Logan walked.
Not acknowledging the maid's gesture of respect, he fixed his eyes on the figure on the bed, and after a short thoughtful stare,
"How has she been doing?" he inquired from the maid assigned to take care of the figure on the bed.
The maid fixed her eyes on the pink-haired girl before replying, "She's badly not okay Mr. Paul."
Holding the hem of her black maid uniform, "Although the drugs helped her to take forced naps, they never stopped her from muttering in her sleep," the maid reported.
Logan nodded before moving toward the bed. Seating at the edge of the bed, he glanced at her folded body and many thoughts came into his mind with the reports he got from Vincent.
