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I sat upright in a heap of sweat and trying to catch my breath. Logan was already sitting up with worry etched on his face.

“Are you alright?” he asked and I shook my head not in the mood to lie to him, “Do you want to talk about it?” I shook my head again and he pursed his lips.

“I’ll be fine,” I said in a croaky voice, “I just need a second