Chapter 62: Making It Worse
Logan's POV
Mrs. Peterson went back to the pharmacy. I sat on the edge of the tub and kept Nick company, which was an experience in humility. He didn't want to talk, or he did want to talk but didn't know what to say to me, which amounted to the same uncomfortable silence. He sat on the counter scratching carefully, methodically, like he'd learned not to break the skin but needed some relief from the pressure.
"Nick. Stop scratching."
"I can't help it."
"Try."
"You try having bumps on your whole body and see if you can stop."
That was fair, and I didn't push it.
The second cream burned too. Different ingredients but the same result—Nick's skin rejecting it within minutes, the welts darkening and spreading. By the time Mrs. Peterson returned from her seco
