Logan's POV
I sit in silence as Noah explains in unnecessary detail Alfred's plan for me.
The ache in my shoulder is so persistent now that I just accept it as a part of my morning routine. Like brushing my teeth or picking at a scab or tying my laces. I pretend it's fine and I ignore it until I can't anymore. I stretch my left arm out, feel the burn in the muscle near my rotator cuff, and exhale slowly through my nose.
Painkillers help. I've been taking them religiously, sometimes by Noah's reminder: The massages help too. My bone specialist told me it was 'imperative' (and yes, he used that word) to keep the shoulder stress-free.
"Don't lift anything heavy," he said. "Rest."
I took his advice. I 've been careful, except when I'm not. But I've been careful since I last fucked it up and I never do more than I should; not while building, not while helping Ma in the garden, not even during the many many times Oliver nearly takes a hard fall and I have to catch him.
