Logan made his way to the med bay, his footsteps echoing through the sterile corridor. He needed to check on Connor, to reassure himself that his friend was truly safe. He entered the room, finding Connor resting peacefully, his arm heavily bandaged. The medics had assured Logan that Connor had made it through the night, but they wanted to keep him under observation for a little longer, just to be certain.
"Hey," Logan said softly, pulling up a chair beside the bed.
Connor opened his eyes, a weak smile spreading across his face. "Hey, man," he replied, his voice hoarse. "Thanks for coming."
"How are you feeling?" Logan asked, his voice filled with concern.
"Sore," Connor admitted, wincing slightly as he shifted his position. "But I'll live. Thanks to Rory."
"Yeah," Logan agreed, a hin
