Logan was awake.

He could feel the dull ache of where the crocodiles teeth had punctured his skin, though the morphine was helping to dull the pain. It was obvious that he was in a hospital, judging by the smell of bleach and the beeping of the machines he was hooked up to.

He could hear Kendall, James and Carlos talking quietly at the foot of his bed. One of them was sitting on the bed but he couldn't tell who. Logan couldn't tell them he was awake either; he couldn't move, not even to open his eyes.

It was like someone taped his eyes shut and left him in this paralyzed state as he struggled to communicate with his friends.

Was he paralyzed though?

Logan concentrated hard on one part of his body. He figured that if he could wiggle his fingers then that would be proof enough that he wasn't a quadriplegic. It took most of his strength but he managed to lift his pointer finger a little.

Nope, not a quadriplegic.

"Did you see that? I think his finger just moved..." James sounded unhopeful, like he knew that he was probably imagining it.

"Maybe he's finally waking up?" Carlos mused and Kendall snorted. He was usually the hopeful one of the group but it sounded like he had his soul sucked out of him.

"Yeah, and maybe the tooth fairy is real." Kendall scoffed. "Come on guys, the doctor said it'd at least be another week before he woke up. With the lack of oxygen to his brain and the blood loss-"

"We're trying to think positively, Kendall." James spat. "We know what the doctor said but Logan is tough, I mean he did fight a crocodile-"

"And look where that got him!" Kendall shouted. Logan could hear his bed squeak, as if someone was standing up from it. "He's been in a coma for the last three weeks, James! He's not waking up!"

But I am awake...

"Guys, stop!" Carlos snapped, "I heard somewhere that coma patients could hear what you're saying while they're still in a coma. I seriously doubt Logan would want to be listening to this right now!"

That seemed to settle the two for a minute and the bed shifted again, meaning Kendall had sat down again. "It's just a bad day, you know."

"I get it.." James started, "Some days it's fine, and you just feel like this is it, this is the day everything will go back to normal, but today it just doesn't feel right. It feels like he'll be like this forever."

"It could have been worse." Carlos put in, "He could have died. Or the girl could have and then Logan would never forgive himself."

Addie...she's alive.

"Did the police have any luck in identifying the girl yet, by the way? I haven't heard about the investigation for a while." James changed the topic from Logan to Addie. Though, Logan wasn't quite understand what he was talking about.

"No, they're trying to fix her iPod to see if she has any information on it." Kendall explained, "but it was in the water for almost a day. They won't be able to get much from it."

"We should buy her a new iPod for when she wakes up!" Carlos said, happily. "Kind of like a get well soon present."

"Or a 'thanks for putting our best friend in the hospital' present!" Kendall replied in the same perky voice, only he meant it sarcastically.

"Yeah, but she doesn't have anyone to wake up to. If Logan wakes up now, he'd have us and his family are just at the hotel. If Jane Doe woke up now, she'd be all alone." Carlos responded, "that would be awful."

Both of the other boys murmured in agreement and Logan decided that it was time to try and wiggle his fingers again. This time, Logan managed to curl his fingers into a loose fist.

"There!" James jumped up, "He made a fist! I told you!"

Logan could hear the three Big Time Rush singers crowding around his bed. "Logan, can you hear me?" Kendall asked.

"If he could speak then he would have by now." James muttered, "Logan, wiggle your fingers if you can hear us."

Logan twitched his pointer finger and all three boys started cheering like they had just won the lottery. It sounded like one of them was slamming their hands against a button until they could hear the clicking of a persons heels, coming down the hall.

"What is it? What's wrong?" A woman - she sounded about forty - asked at the door.

"Logan's awake!" Carlos cheered, "Do it again, Logan!"

It's hard...

Logan never thought doing such a simple task would ever be so difficult but it was. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done, actually. But Logan managed to wiggle his fingers so the lady could see.

"It is a possibility that Mr. Henderson is waking up. But it could also just be his body responding when his mind is still in a coma. We can run a few tests, but for the most part, all we can do at the moment is wait." the woman answered, successfully crushing everyone's hopes.

"What about the girl then? Is she going to wake up soon too?" James asked.

The doctor hesitated, "Jane Doe's wounds were far more critical than Mr. Henderson's. She was under the water for longer than Logan and she lost quite a bit more blood. We're hoping for the best but in cases like these, it's really hard to tell."

"Thanks for your help anyway, Dr. Monroe." Kendall sighed, sounding a little more doubtful than before.

"We should be getting back to the hotel." James started, "It's getting late."

No, no, no! Don't leave me guys, I'm awake! Don't leave me here!

"Maybe when we come in the morning, Logan will be awake and standing." Carlos offered, trying to cheer the group up.

"Maybe." Kendall repeated.

Logan felt a pat on his shoulder and Carlos saying "See you tomorrow, man."

There was the sound of Carlos walking to the other side of the room, "Bye Jane Doe. Maybe by tomorrow we'll finally figure who you are."

Addie was here too? In the same hospital room as Logan?

Logan listened helplessly as his three friends exited the room, leaving him all alone.

After a few hours of laying stiff in that bed, a feeling of loneliness and despair started to wash over him; how long would he be like that? Laying in that hospital bed, unable to tell anyone what he was thinking.

Was Addie in the same situation? Was she laying in that bed as well, scared and lonely like him? Silently screaming that she was awake?

Logan couldn't tell why he cared so much for this girl. He barely even knew her, but yet he felt like it was his duty to protect her. Maybe it was from the shared trauma they had endured...

All Logan knew was that he never wanted to see Addie in so much agony again. He never wanted to see tears streaming down her cheeks again and he sure as hell never wanted to see anymore blood come from her.

The image of Addie thrashing and screaming in the water flashed in his mind. Her blue eyes had met his brown ones and there had been so much pain and fear in her eyes. Blood had turned the water red.

So much blood.

And then, it was like someone had unbound him from his paralyzed state. Logan shot up in the bed, sweat dripping down his forehead and he was gasping for breath. He was shaking like a leaf and he could feel the tear of his stitches as they came out.

Logan's piercing scream echoed through the room. His hands grabbed his pounding head as tears streamed down his face. The door of the room and the nurses couldn't hear his yelling.

Logan collapsed back on the pillow, gasping as he tried to catch his breath. Tears filled in his eyes and spilled over the corners as he turned his head to the side so he was staring at the girl in the room with him.

Whatever Logan imagined himself looking like, Addie was ten times worse. She was thin, pale and bruised. Her hands and leg was in bandages and if Logan didn't know any better, he would say she was dead.

Logan pulled the hospital blanket off of his body and examined his body. He couldn't see much because of his hospital gown, but his ankle was in a cast and he had scratches littered across his legs. His face and chest stung a bit too, so he bet he had long cuts across there too.

Blood was seeping through the bandages on his legs from where he accidentally ripped his stitches out. Even though he knew that he should, Logan didn't want to call the nurse. He didn't want her to wake everyone up in the middle of the night - by now it'd be morning - even though he desperately wanted to see his friends.

Logan didn't exactly know what to do. He knew he was too weak to stand and he'd probably just tear his stitches more, yet he knew he wasn't going to call the nurse. So he just kind of layed there.

At first he was basking in the glory of being alive and then he thought over how actually awesome it was that he fought off a crocodile. He figured that if he ever got in a fight with anyone he could just say 'I fought off a crocodile. Your argument is invalid.'

Thinking this over, Logan hadn't realized how much time had passed. It hadn't seemed like long, but soon enough sun was filtering in through the window and Logan realized that Big Time Rush and his family would be coming up for a visit soon.

"Maybe when we come in the morning, Logan will be awake and standing." Carlos' words repeated in his head. He knew that if he could be there, standing in the middle of the room when they came up, it would make their day.

Without another thought, Logan slipped out of the bed, grabbing the stand that held up IV fluids for balance. He couldn't put his left on the ground and his right leg was weak enough as it was. But slowly and surely, he took his first step.

Logan nearly fell, but managed to catch himself before he hit the ground. This time, he held onto the side of the bed as he slowly made his way closer to the middle of the room.

Moments after Logan had made it to his destination, the doorknob jiggled and opened.

Carlos entered first, too engrossed in a story he was telling to even notice Logan standing there. But then James came in and he saw Logan right away, stopping dead in his tracks, making Kendall ram into his back.

"Logan..." James gasped.

"Hey guys."

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