Chapter 617 Unexplained Choices

• Logan
• I don’t remember falling asleep. I don’t remember much of the past day, actually, not since washing up on the shore on some nameless island.
• I slowly sit up, wincing as bright, fresh pain ripples through my back. I press my hand to my chest where the bandages cover most of my skin and find them damp with blood, but it’s not fresh. No, I must have stopped bleeding like a stuck pig a few hours ago. That’s one thing going my way, at least.