* Just a little sleep-deprived Logan being helped out by Mrs. Knight. READ AND REVIEW!


Logan Mitchell sat, leaning foward to read the small text printed across the computer screen. He was dilligently reading an online medical book, he did this in his spare time in high hopes that it would help him achieve the status as a cerified doctor as he so craved. His eyes itched with weariness and Logan's eyes were instantly drawn to the bottom right corner of the screen and he saw that it was 2:01 AM.

He ignored this and turned back to the internet page. He knew that if he shut off the computer, brushed his teeth (one must always practise good dental hygeine!) and crawled into bed, he'd lie there with his eyes closed for hours, thoughts racing through his head, and sleep never coming. This had been occuring every night for at least a week.

Pausing, he arranged his fingers on the keyboard and typed in the searchbox in the top corner of the internet page: sleep disorders

He hit the 'enter' key and waited impatiently as a little hourglass showed up on the screen, turning over repeatedly in a truely hypnotizing manner. It disappeared and the new page materialized before him. The page was titled: INSOMNIA

After reading the entire page a number of times Logan decided he'd have to try and get some sleep.

Millionth times a charm?

He pressed his thumb into the power button on the computer and a little box appeared on the screen: Shut down| Log-off| Sleep Mode| Restart

Glaring at the mocking blue button 'Sleep Mode' he dragged the mouse across the desktop and clicked 'Shut down'. He listened to the familiar low, sleepy groan the computer let out each time it was turned off.

He shuffled tiredly into the bathroom, and flicked on the light. The sudden brightness shot pain into Logan's currently light-sensitive eyes. Blinking rapidly he became acustomed to the new light setting and twisting on the tap he finally looked up into the mirror.

His eyes were wide, dark shadows had formed beneath them. He was paler than usual and his normally neat hair was ruffled, standing on end. He gave his reflection a tired smile as if saying sarcastically, looking good, handsome.

He brushed his teeth and once satisfied with his pearly whites condition, he retired to his bedroom. He crawled beneath the covers and shut his eyes. Something was burning in them. He opened them and glared irritably at the beam of light filtering in through crack that the door was open. He got up, shut the door tightly and noticed light could get under the door too. He spread a towel out on the floor in front of the door and admiring the darkness it created, he crawled back into bed.

Light.

Again he opened his eyes and saw a thin stream of the moon's illuminating shine pouring in from the blinds.

He got up again, and tightened the blinds until no light made it's way through.

Better.

A third time he climbed into bed, and shut his eyes. He laid for what seemed like hours with his eyes closed and finally becoming irritated he opened them. Complete darkness and yet he was still awake!

He pulled his t-shirt which was covering the red light that his alarm clock emitted away from the device and read, 3:28 AM.

He laid for another hour, sleep never welcoming him he wondered what he'd done to drive sleep away from him. They needed to make up so that he could get to sleep.

Finally giving up, Logan rose from his bed and exited his room. He entered the kitchen and made a b-line for the bookshelf. He extracted two medical textbooks and took them to the kitchen table.

Turning on the light, he sat down and opened the books and studied them until 4:03 when he was interrupted.

A tired, slightly concerned voice he knew asked in the darkness,

"Logan?"

He turned his head instinctively and saw Mrs. Knight, her robe wrapped around her tightly she squinted across the room at him and disappeared back into her room. She returned wearing her glasses and sat down next to him asking, her voice still thick with sleep,

"What're you doing, hunny? It's four in the morning."

Logan shrugged. He never liked admitting to people that something was wrong.

She shook her head with a knowing smile,

"Don't lie to me, Logan. Tell me what's wrong."

He sighed and turning he met her gaze, his exhausted eyes filled with shame of not telling her,

"I haven't been able to sleep the past couple days. I just lay there for hours, eyes closed and everything, and never fall asleep."

She bit her lip worridly and said,

"You look sick. You think it's maybe insomnia?"

He flushed with the motherly attention he was being given.

"I dunno... Maybe..."

Mrs. Knight nodded and got up from the table, "Well, I'm gonna make some tea. You want some?"

Logan smiled, Mrs. Knight knew of Logan's tea obsession. Coffee was his main hot beverage but at a time like this coffee seemed less than useful.

"Sure."


Mrs. Knight smiled as the tea steeped. She knew tea was what helped Logan fall asleep even when he was plagued by insomnia. He'd experienced sleep deprivation before this, often when he was stressed out which with Logan happened more often than necessary.

She set the cup in front of him and surely enough...

An hour later, Mrs. Knight patted his shoulder patiently, as the genius's head dipped dangerously towards the table.

"C'mon sweetie, up you get..."

He got to his feet and she led him back to his room where he collapsed instantly onto his bed. She smiled, concern spread across her face as she watched him sleep.

He was paler than normal, and the shadows beneath his eyes were especially dark. She knew a few hours of sleep would do him good. She checked his alarm clock, 5:16 AM

She bit her lip again knowing the latest Logan ever slept was eight. Two and three quarters an hour of sleep. Not enough, but he'd be okay. In time.

For now she was just glad to hear the gentle snores of the teenage boy she knew so well he was like another son to her.

In fact, though technically she only had one son and a daughter,

In her mind it was four sons, and one daughter.