Sakura nods, looking down at the carpet. It's weird, having someone help him. Having someone care. Even when Logan turns that look of disappointment on him, it feels warm and heavy in his chest, in a way he can't remember ever feeling before.

His foster family keeps him in a shed out behind their house, separate from their actual son, as if they fear he might be contagious or something.

The doctor calls him on, and Sakura glances at Logan to see if he's planning on coming in for the exam or not.