After Logan was attacked by some blokes a few days ago, it went downhill. All the shirts he owned were soaked with blood by now and you'd had enough of it.

You knew that due to his age the healing, which was supported by his ability, was slower, but that it takes so long to heal even a bullet wound? Something's wasn’t right at all.

While the cabin you were in was quiet and only the ceiling fan was running, you heard a short groan from the bathroom, followed by some water running. With quiet steps you made your way over to the little bathroom and gently knocked on the door, the water immediately stopping.

"Logan? Is everything alright in there?“ your gaze was worried, but, as usual, only a brief yeah came from his side.

"Bullshit..“ you gentle turned the door handle and pushed it open, immediately seeing Logan crouched over the sink, blood adoring it with some bandage materials laying around.

"Logan…“ you stand next to him and carefully touch his arm, he is cold and sweaty "Why isn’t it healing properly? It’s already been some days.“ you gaze through the mirror at his face, he’s having a painful and tired expression on it.

"Poisoning..“ he breaths out "It slows down the healing process...“ he exhales, one bullet that still stuck in popped out of its wound, dropping into the sink below.