Heal my wounds || Elena and Logan

Logan limped along the pavement. Every part of him hurt. His right eye felt swollen and he could hardly keep it open. He was completely sure that the top of his head had a couple of cuts on it from broken glass. His ribs ached and he was sure there was some sort of cut on his leg too. He turned onto  the path that lead to Elena’s flat. He started toward the door, trying not to fall over as he walked. The more he walked, the more his leg started to hurt. It was a short trip from the pavement to the door. He knocked loudly on Elena’s door, only now thinking about how late it was. He hadn’t been able to think of any other place to go after getting kicked out of the pub for starting a bar fight. Logan forced a smile as the door opened. “Shoulda seen the other guy.” He joked.