If Logan actually ended up losing his arm because of this, I’d owe him—big time. Like, a lifetime of "I owe you." But truthfully, I didn’t want to get any more entangled with him than I already was. All I could do now was try to talk some sense into him.

"It’s not that bad," he muttered, clearly bluffing. His face was ghostly pale. "A few more treatments, and I’ll be good as new."

Sure. Keep telling yourself that. But since he looked like he was one ...