Logan POV

My life was falling apart right in front of my eyes. I was sitting anxiously in the waiting room of the hospital with my hands shaking and my knees ready to give out on me. I was so nervous and worried and I was crying. Just one hour ago me, my three best buds and my hockey team were playing hockey against the toughest team in the league, Deluth East. We were all having a great time, we were beating them 5-4 and we knew for sure we were going to beat them. In the end we did beat them but I didn't give a shit about that. I'm more worried about my friends life that's about to be lost! My younger friend, my lover Carlos Garcia was in a coma at the hospital. You might be wondering how he got there.

Well, It was the last 10 minutes of the third period and I was skating down the ice with the puck with two guys twice the size of me trailing behind. I tried to skate faster but they caught up to me, checked me against the boards and the puck went loose out of the grip of my hockey stick. I was okay, but the puck was soaring down the ice like a rocket, about to go into our teams net! Luckily, Carlos caught the puck with his stick and dashed towards the other teams net. He had a breakaway. The cheering from the crowds got louder and they all stood up and cheered louder than they ever did before. Our team was cheering too and we banged our stick against the boards and we were chanting "Carlos!, Carlos!, Carlos!" It was his time to shine. But you know Carlos Garcia, he's goofy, crazy and he easily looses focus. Right before he was about to shoot the puck he looked over at me, and gave a goofy grin to me. I smiled back but then I could see the biggest, toughest and roughest guy skating fiercely towards Carlos about to check him from his blind side, he was triple the size of Carlos! The cheering stopped and we were screaming at Carlos to watch out! It was too late….

"BAM!" He checked Carlos as hard as he could and he was flown off his feet, smashed into the boards and slammed down on the ice HARD. I heard 2 very loud cracks and as I looked over at Carlos, he was unconscious, his neck twisted at an awkward angle and there was blood everywhere. He was bleeding from his forehead. I was screaming as loud as I could at Carlos, praying extremely hard that he would wake up. Heck, the whole team was screaming too hoping he would wake up. I don't remember much, it was all a blur. I do remember that he was carried away on a stretcher and taken immediately taken to the hospital. The paramedics kept saying that he wasn't breathing and he might die. I was bawling like a baby. My best-friend and the boy I loved was broken, hurt and about to die.

Here I am now, still waiting to hear the news about Carlos. Kendall and James quickly got here a few minutes later, they were also crying and we all huddled together trying to calm down and tell ourselves that Carlos would be okay. He had to be. He was our little baby. I've known him since we were 4. He's only 16, still a kid. He has so much to live for, God can't take him away from us.

We all finally calmed down and suddenly the hospital doors that lead to where Carlos was slammed open and a broad, tough, doctor slowly walked through the doors and wrote something down on his clipboard.

He looked up. "Family of Carlos Garcia?"

We all stood up. "His parents are not here but we're his brothers" announced Kendall. "Is Carlos okay?" He had a very worried looked in his eyes.

There was silence. The doctor looked like he had been crying because I could see tears in his eyes.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news boys" he said in a sad tone. Everything froze.

"His neck is severely broken and his back is broken from the impact of the check and when he fell. He's paralyzed from the waist down. He'll be required to use a wheelchair if he lives"

If? IF? Is the doctor telling us Carlos might die? No, No, No. Our little Carlitos can't die. He's too young! I started crying thinking of the thought of Carlos dying. James held me close to him and he rubbed my back. He was crying too. Kendall was trying to fight back tears.

"His lungs are also damaged. It's hard for him to breathe right now. Soon, he'll slowly stop breathing. I think it's time for all of you to say your goodbyes." He turned away and walked towards Carlos's room.

We were all crying hard, even Kendall. Who rarely cries. After 10 minutes of bawling our eyes out we felt that we were calm enough to walk into Carlos's room. As we walked down the long, creepy hospital hallway we noticed the doctor and the nurse talking outside.

"How is the young boy doing now?" asked the doctor.

The nurse shook her head slowly and walked away without saying a word. This looked very serious.

The doctor turned around and saw us standing behind him. Our eyes were almost blood-shot from how much we were crying.

"He's awake now, but in very bad shape. He might not live for long." Said the doctor, who was rubbing my back. "I'll leave you four alone, c'mom Alice." He gestured at the nurse who was talking with Carlos and writing stuff down on a piece of paper to leave the room. She nodded, kissed Carlos's forehead and quickly walked out, not making any eye contact with us.