"Paging Dr. Mitchell," the intercom blared for the seventh time that day. Logan sighed and ran his hand through his hair, knowing he had to go check up on his toughest patient. He took the elevator to the third floor, tapping his fingers on his clipboard nervously, knowing what he was about to walk into. Logan tries to focus on the sound of his footsteps as he shuffles down the long hallway to room 312, Kendall Knight's room. Kendall was Logan's long time boyfriend, but they broke up shortly after their band, Big Time Rush, broke up. The heartbreak caused Kendall to spiral out of control and he became a homicidal maniac, seeing only pain and depression in the eyes of his victims. Kendall believed he was doing good by slitting the throats of his victims, taking them out of their misery. After killing his victims, he would put them in lifelike poses around the Palm Woods and cut another mark into his own skin… A tally mark for each "saved" soul.
Logan took a deep breath before opening the door to 312, seeing Kendall in this state always took its toll on him.
"Hello, Mr. Knight. How are you doing?" Logan asked softly.
"Oh hello, Logie. You look so sad…" Kendall whispered, looking straight through the anxious doctor.
"Please call me Dr. Mitchell, Kendall."
"Of course, Logie. Why are you here?" Logan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You called me up here, Kendall. What do you need?"
"I just wanted to see my Logie bear, that's all!" Kendall snatched the front of Logan's coat and pulled him down into a kiss. Logan pushed him off as gently as he could without upsetting him too much, and pushed an IV into his left arm. Kendall slurred something that sounded like "Logie," then fell asleep. Logan waited a few seconds for him to fall into a deeper sleep, then picked up his arms to inspect them for infection. His tally marks were all over his body, counting over 100 victims. Once he was sure Kendall's arms were infection-free, Logan stripped him down, checking his chest, stomach, and legs. All clean. After putting clean clothes on Kendall, Logan sat down next to his bed and leaned his head against Kendall's legs, taking a moment to think about the occurrences from the past year. It had all happened so fast, first the breakup, then the strange killings… Then Kendall's arrest. Luckily, he was taken to the psychiatric hospital Logan worked at so he would never be alone. After taking a few minutes to breathe, Logan packed up his stuff and went home for the night. He needed rest, taking care of Kendall always stressed him out. All he knew was that he was glad Kendall was happy where he was.