*~~Chapter Twenty-Three~~*

{~~Avery Sterling~~}

The day went by smoothly after Logan snapped out of his funk. It was like a switch had been flipped, and suddenly we were all graced with the better version of himself. He gave out orders with authority, handled patients promptly and efficiently, and his presence alone seemed to uplift the entire atmosphere of the hospital. It was a relief to see him back to his old self, the Logan we all knew and admired.

Once our shifts were done, I was approached by some nurses. They invited me out for drinks, a tempting offer after the stressful day we had all endured. Normally, I would have declined, preferring to unwind in the comfort of my own home. But tonight, I felt like going out and just having fun. Still, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling of guilt, knowing that Logan was struggling with his own demons.

I texted him to let him know my plans, hoping for some semblance of understanding or support. His response was cold and dismissive, saying he couldn't care less what