GRAND RETURN OF THE WAR LORD

Chapter 3

Third Point Of View

Logan sat in the dimly lit sitting room of his small apartment which was poorly furnished, staring blankly at the wall.

His life was literally in shackles and he can't seem to get himself off it. There were some things he wished that never happened. 

Deep down, he wished some things never happened. Why was he here in the first place? Some questions were better left unanswered. 

Logan was seated like a depressed man who just lost everything he had. He had just returned from the hotel where everything went out of control. 

He had spent the night with Sophia, a woman he barely knew but had saved from a horrific situation and what did he get? Not a single thank you but some constant heart wrenching words that reminded him of his situation. 

His mind could not stop wandering about as the events of the past night still kept him on his toes. 

“Life is not worth living. If this is how my life is going to be, why don't I fucking give up and end things al” He ranted to himself. 

While he was still ranting and saying hurtful words to himself, his phone rang, jolting him from his thoughts. He picked it up and recognized the number immediately. 

It was his friend.

“Ohhh,” he exclaimed and his eyes widened as he let out a short sigh. 

This was the same friend who had dragged him to the club the night before after receiving his paycheck.

"Logan, where did you disappear last night? I looked for you everywhere and could not find you. Not even your shadow!" his friend’s voice came through the speaker. He sounded irritated and at the same time slightly concerned. "One minute you were with us at the club, the next minute, you are gone! What happened? You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Logan let out a long breath, rubbing his tired eyes. He knew this was coming. 

He had left the club without saying a word, and it had been for good reason. 

Well, it was a good reason until today. 

"I’m sorry, man," Logan said softly. "Something came up... something serious. I didn't tell you because I was in a haste and…”

"Something serious? What was that?" his friend repeated as he interrupted him. "What do you mean? Did you meet someone? Or, did something happen?"

Logan hesitated before speaking. He knew that he could not run away from this question. 

He had to explain, no matter what. He opened his mouth to speak but his words were finding it difficult to form.

He fell into the chair again and kept sighing to himself. 

“Logan? Are you there?” 

“Yeah, I met someone,” he began slowly with a low voice. “A lady, actually. Her name is Sophia. I saw her outside the club...and some guy was attacking her. He was trying to force himself on her. So, I stepped in. It may sound stupid but that was what happened. ”

There was a brief and awkward silence on the other end of the call for a moment before his friend decided to speak again. 

“What?! A lady? Are you serious? This sounds like a spicy gist, Logan! Come on, man!”

“Yeah,” Logan continued, his voice shaking slightly as the memory of that terrifying moment came flooding back. 

He was beginning to regret starting this conversation. He should have lied or brought something up entirely. 

“I don't know what you want to hear. But, trust me. This was a lady that a man wanted to take advantage of and I could not just leave her there. She was scared out of her mind. So I... I stopped the guy. And I took her to a hotel because it was late at night,” He explained and swallowed hard. 

His throat tightened as he continued. 

“It felt as if she was high on hormones that night and one thing led to another, and... we spent the night together. You know what that means,"

Then there was another pause. 

His friend seemed to be processing everything.

Logan wanted to defend himself in case he was taking things another way before his friend cleared his throat and answered. 

“I think you did the right thing, Logan. You helped and saved her. That is what matters.”

Logan wanted to believe that, but something kept disturbing him within. 

Nothing ever seemed to go right in his life, and now this was just another complication. 

What happened seemed like a heavy load added on top of his heap of problems. 

“I don’t know,” he muttered. “I'm beginning to regret everything. It feels like everything is just... a mess. I would have pretended not to see her, man.” 

“Don’t say that. Look, you even had a nice time. Think about it.”

Their call went on for a while before the line went dead. 

Logan placed the phone on the table, staring at it for a long moment. 

He felt so guilty and helpless. 

He stood up as he felt the need to clear his head.

Before going to his room, Logan turned toward a door on the right side of the hallway and his heart fell. 

The room belonged to the old man who had saved his life three years ago. 

A man who had found him on the brink of death, pulled him back, and cared for him as if Logan were his own son.

Logan felt the urge to talk and speak to the man. Even if it was just once. 

With a shaky breath, he approached the door and knocked softly.

“Old man?” he called out in the usual way he calls him. 

All that was heard was his voice echoing in the empty room. 

There was no response. 

He knocked again and again before a frown appeared on his lips.

“Are you in there? Mr. Lee?” he asked again but still there was no answer. 

Logan pushed the door open and stepped inside with his eyes roaming from one end of the room to another. 

The room was empty. 

The bed was neatly made as if nobody had laid on it for a while and the chair by the window was vacant.

The old man was gone.

Logan sighed, shrugging to himself. 

Maybe he had gone out for a walk. He often did that without saying anything to anyone. 

Logan shut the door slowly and made his way to his own room, where he quickly freshened up. 

The water felt cold against his skin, but it helped to clear his mind. Even if that lasted for a moment, he didn't care.

As he stood under the shower, his thoughts drifted back to the old man. 

This man was his savior. 

Three years ago, he had been in a terrible accident enough to claim his life. 

He didn’t remember how it happened or why, but when he woke up from a six-month coma, his memories were gone. 

Everything was gone and he could not remember anything from the past. Everything about who he was and where he can from went blank and disappeared into the thin air. 

It was painful that one could lose all the memories just by the click of a finger. 

The old man came into his life with open arms, he had taken him in, given him shelter, and tried to help him put together his shattered life. 

Logan owed him everything he had in the world, even though now, he was still lost in so many ways and was still trying to find his foot. 

Later that evening, just as Logan was trying to settle in for the night, his phone rang again. 

This time, it was an unknown number. 

Logan was hesitant to answer the call because he was trying to play safe but when the call came in more than once, he gave in. 

“Is this Logan?” A strange, masculine came through the line. 

“Yes, this is Logan,” he replied, his heart sinking into the deepest pit of his stomach. “Who’s this?” he asked. 

“I’m calling from the hospital,” the voice continued, and Logan’s heart skipped a beat. "It’s about the man who lives with you with the name, Mr. Lee. He is in a critical condition and you need to come quickly unless things get worse.”

Logan froze and suddenly his mind went blank. 

"What? What happened? Is he... is he okay?" he stammered, trying to recollect his words. 

“I'm afraid he is not. He has stage two brain tumor. It is aggressive and deadly, and he needs surgery as soon as possible. But it’s expensive. We are looking at two million dollars for the treatment.”

Two million dollars. Logan’s breath caught in his throat.

He could not even afford to pay for food some days, and now they were telling him he needed two million dollars to save the man who had saved him.

If he had the money, he would have been able to sort it out. But, now. He had nothing! No single money on him!

“Two million?” Logan repeated, his voice cracking in between. “I swear, I don’t... I don’t have that kind of money. I don’t have anything! Is there any other way that this could be done?”

“I’m sorry,” the voice said quietly. "But the only way out is surgery and without surgery, he won’t survive. You need to come to the hospital now."