Julian paced up and down the hallway as Logan watched, unsure of what to do at the moment.
He hated hospitals; he absolutely hated them. He hated the way it smelled in here, he hated how white the walls were, but most of all, he hated the way that everyone looked at him.
Every time he passed by any nurse, they would give him this look. It was identical every time and it was supposed to look sympathetic. Maybe some of the others bought it, but Logan- who had been dragged to enough political gatherings to know what fake was – saw right through it. None of these nurses cared. They weren't in that burning building; they didn't know anyone at Dalton. They don't know any of the guys who had been in one of the rooms; they didn't know the one boy who still was. Another nurse came by with the same look and he just wanted to scream at her our push her, anything that would wipe that damn look off her face, but he had more important things to do.
He finally made his way across the hall towards where a certain brunet was leaning against the wall with his head in his hands.
"Jules, we need to talk."
The other boy looked up with the face of someone who was being held in a corner with nowhere to go. Logan then realized that only a few days ago, he had been. Before getting angry at the memory of this he continued.
"Come on Jules you know we do."
Julian looked around, as if searching for any way of escape, didn't see one, and looked up once more to meet a pair of piercing green eyes.