Chapter 620

Logan’s POV

The nurse pulled on a pair of latex gloves, the snap of the rubber against her skin barely audible over the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above. 

She reached for a small bottle of antiseptic, unscrewing the cap with practiced ease before pouring a generous amount onto a sterile cotton pad.

“This might sting a little,” she warned, her voice calm and professional.

I watched as she pressed the pad against the wound, the cool liquid biting into my skin like a fresh spark of fire. I barely flinched, but a slight wince betrayed me for a fraction of a second. 

The wound wasn’t deep, just a mark from when Layla had clung onto me during takeoff, but it was enough to warrant attention.

“You must’ve gotten this recently,” she commented while dabbing gently. “The skin is still sensitive.”

I didn’t respond. I wasn’t in the mood for small talk, and she seemed to pick up on that quickly. Without