<span style="color: #BFBFBF"><span style="font-family: Jambetica;"><span style="font-size: 115%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: justify;">01:28 PM<br/>Alchemilla General Hospital <br/>Silent Hill<br/><br/><table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;">Logan listened to the man speak. He was not sure about his age but he looked not too younger or older - they could even be of the same age. It was a probability. The blonde one eyed him and wondered what it was like to be a parent with one's life just starting. One of the reasons to why Marion and himself keep stupidly fighting was because she wanted to get married and settle down, but even though Logan loved her, he didn't see himself in that situation at all, or at least not just yet. Beside the fact that it was cool being able to find that one person the other can annoy for the rest of their lives, he never truly understood why marriage was even still important nowadays seeing as how many marriages out there fall apart only a few months or a few years into the relationship. In this time and age, it was very common that those in a long-term relationship who have decided not to get married, witnessed the relationship last much longer. <br/><br/>There were simply way too many reasons to why Logan disliked the idea of marriage. In many cases, it was not only half the money one loses if things go sour, but also one's kids because sooner or later a man often loses in court in addition to losing his freedom. He would have to pay for all that child support, knowing that he can't even see the kids because they just happened to end up somewhere in Switzerland or on Christmas Island. And then, there was just that pain-in-the-ass experience with having to father children. It was just not a life Logan saw himself enslaved to any time soon, even if that meant breaking up with Marion one of these days to pursue a celibate life.<br/><br/>He gave the other male a warm yet apologetic smile, since that was the only other thing he could do then. The stranger wasn't really talkative, and he didn't expect him to. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Well I hope all goes well for you and your kids."</span> He said quietly, attempting to comforting the man but meaning every word he spoke. Logan's blue eyes fell to his hands thinking as he traced random, invisible geometrical shapes and swirls along his palm hand with his right index, continuing to speak in a reassuring low tone of voice. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Once you guys are outta here, you should take your kids to the opening celebration of new carnival rides in the Lakeside Amusement Park. The kids will love it. I'm not from around here but I know for a fact that the town got some of the best attractions in all of Maine. Totally worth a visit."</span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;">He laughed quietly and continued, turning his face to Chester but staring past his shoulder to take a glimpse of the sunlight coming through the windows behind them. He flexed his fingers. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Then there is this... this place they call the Magic Ice Cream House. They sell about anything from cold drinks, to candy, icecream... but they got these gourmet things called Butter Cakes, a source of diabetes in a lotta kids but man the best sweetened desert you'll ever eat. Gotta try it if only once."</span> Logan smiled with lips closed and took a quick glimpse of the man once more. He'd seen the man. Now he was certain. Chester Lanister, if the name was correct. <br/><br/>He sighed with a shudder and took a glimpse at the gates down the corridor, suddenly swinging open. Overwhelming loud shouting invaded the lobby and soon spilled into the waiting room as nurses, a doctor and paramedics rushed an old lady in a gurney through the room and down the next corridor. The waiting room suddenly grew inexpressibly silent once again and Logan found himself rubbing his face with both palms, eyes reddening and itching from all the fatigue as a result of spending two days in a row in a hospital chair. The blonde one got up and stretched his legs as he moved a few steps away, aiming for the coffee vending machine situated in the now deserted waiting room. Besides the nurse at the reception desk, Chester and Logan were the only ones left in the room. <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Chester Lanister, correct? I've seen some of your work, online."</span> He said, picking up an empty cup. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Very funny stuff man. Loving the way you deliver your jokes through sarcastic comedy that is in reality, <span style="font-style: italic">inescapable tragedy</span>."</span> Logan emphasized, smiling as he waited for the hot liquid to pour into his cup. He picked up a second empty cup and glanced at Chester. <span style="font-weight: bold">"Coffee?"</span></td></tr></table></div>
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