Logan's apartment

Two security men scurried to us. They have been loitering around the back of the restaurant and they were curious about the noise they have been hearing. They arrived at the rooftop to inspect if anyone is on the rooftop. 

"What's going on here?" Said one of them. I was startled by his voice. Who could it be? I pondered. Are there more goons? I felt my heart racing, I veered and I let out a sigh of relief realizing that they are just security men. 

The security men glanced at the fainted goon and at Logan. They noticed the knife the goon stabbed Logan with lying on the ground. It was coated with Logan's blood. Their faces got puzzled.

"what the butt happened here? Was there a scuffle?" Spoke one of them.

I nodded and replied sharply, "yea and this man I'm holding, he got hurt and now he's dead he's not waking up and he's isn't moving, " I pointed at the goon, "that guy killed him." My brows knitted. Inwardly, I was seething.

The security guard knelt besides Logan and he checked his pulse and said to me, "young lady this dude ain't dead."

"He's not dead?" My brows were raised.

"Yup!" He bobbed his head.

My lips curled into a smile. 

***

It clocked 9:15pm. The wind was whirler and a misty rain falls down. It is as frail as a Scottish smirr and its misty dew feels like warm butter melting on a face.

I arrived at Logan's apartment. The security guards supported me in bringing him to my Lamborghini truck and they slid him in the backseat. I clamped his ID card from his wallet and I spotted his name, Logan Smith, his age; 27 and the location to his apartment printed on the card.

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I parked my truck in the parking area and I tugged Logan from the backseat and slammed the door. I clasped an umbrella, it shook, it moved unsteadily in my hand as I battled to walk with Logan leaning on me. I was feeling compressed, he felt heavy, it was as if a tree was leaning on me. I groaned as I slogged towards the entrances. I staggered and the umbrella slipped off my hand and suddenly, the rain slashed on us, our clothes was getting damp. I shuddered as the breeze gores into my skin.

We reached the entrances and we stepped inside the main room striding through the doors. I specked three luminous yellow sofas strutted across the sitting room. The room glinted as the chandeliers dangling in the ceiling lit it. I recklessly dropped Logan on a sofa and I let out a audible sigh.

I gazed at his face; innocent and pudgy as cabbage and images of the goon clutching my arms and Logan shoving him off me flashed through my mind and I jerked from my thoughts. My heels clacked on the floor as I progressed to Logan. I sat besides him and clamped his hand, "why did you do that? Why did you try to defend me?" I stroked his cheek. His half-dome cheekbones sat above his oaken jaw. Tears fled my eyes, "I am speechless. My life has never been important to Leo. He did not regard me for anything. I was meaningless to him. I bet, if I drop dead he wouldn't care. But you..you are a selfless man you do not deserve to be wounded. That's why I'm gonna make sure I tend to you and I won't leave your side until you are completely okay."

I kneaded my cheeks and I sprang to my feet and ambled to a hallway which flows into a large staircase which is a main means of egress from the living room to the upper rooms and formal rooms. My feet wandered into a bedroom. It’s pretty big, maybe the biggest room in the whole house. It’s shaped like a rectangle.

This bedroom looked so welcoming and so comfortable and that has a lot to do with the hues used as well as the presence of the wooden ceiling beams and the shape of the roof. 

The little trims on the ceiling give this master bedroom an old-school, traditional vibe while everything else about it suggests a contemporary design. 

I glanced at my left and I specked Logan's closet. On his closet strutted a television. The television is a nineteen inch Orion with a black case. On the top of the television is a picture of Logan and I smiled realizing that I am in his bedroom.

I approached the cupboards and I tugged them open. I jerked a large box of First Aid and I scrambled downstairs.

I have nursed injured patients in the past while I was in my nursing school. I graduated with an excellent nursing degree. I work at God's divine Hospital one of the most famous hospitals in the city of New York. 

I approached Logan and I hastily pulled the box open. I grasped a tiny scissors and trimmed the sleeve of his shirt. My heart stomped fast glancing at his arm it was bathed with blood. I clutched a soft rag, I kneaded his arm and I placed a cast on his arm.

"You're gonna be alright." I stroked his forehead staring at his face. I felt a prick of guilt in my chest.