Chapter 227 Logan Is Awake

• Logan’s eyelids fluttered open, the world around him blurry and distorted. His body felt like a heavy weight pressing him into the bed, every muscle sluggish and uncooperative. The ceiling above was familiar, but it took him a moment to place where he was. He blinked, trying to clear the fog from his mind, but it clung stubbornly, making his thoughts slow and disconnected.
• The first thing he became fully aware of was the soft warmth of a hand wrapped around his. It was a delicate, familiar touch, one that stirred something deep inside him, something that had been buried under layers of pain and regret. He turned his head slightly, the effort monumental, and his gaze fell upon Crystal. She sat beside him, her face a mixture of relief and sorrow, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
• “C-Crystal…” he croaked, his voice barely a whisper, raw and raspy from disuse. The sound of his own voice startled him—it felt foreign, like it belonged to someone else.