My nerves are still all over the place as Judy and I get Logan into bed. The man is solid so it takes a lot of work to move his body. I put all my focus into it so I don’t have to think about who to contact to get the dead bodies downstairs. A shudder at the thought.
When we finally get Logan situated in bed, I ask Judy to get a bowl of hot water and a hand cloth. On a regular day, I would feel bad for ordering her around seeing as Logan does it enough, but I’m not myself right now and will apologize later. She gracefully excuses herself and when I’m alone with Logan, I begin undoing his shirt. Opening it up, I see bruises beginning to form.
Gently, my fingers run over his chest and I wish I could take the pain away. Yeah, he’s been a s**t head, but when that guard almost hurt me, Logan
