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Chapter 4: Cover Girl

"What are we doing at the hospital?" James squeaked as I pulled my car into the parking lot of Sherwood General Hospital.

"Still hate hospitals, Diamond?" Carlos laughed as he got out of the car. It was no secret that James hated hospitals. I personally found his reaction quite funny.

"Yes! They are filled with weird smells and they're cold. Now, why are we here?" James said as he and Logan got out of the car.

"You will see when we get there," I said getting out as well. We all headed inside and to the nurses station.

"Kendall, Carlos - nice to see you boys again," Mrs. Adams said as we made our way up to her desk. Mrs. Adams was in her early thirties with brown eyes and curly red hair.

"You know we love doing this," Carlos said giving her a smile. A genuine one at that. This was probably one of the only times Carlos really smiled anymore.

"I know you boys do. Who are your friends?" Mrs. Adams asked noticing we had company.

"This is Logan Mitchell," I said gesturing to Logan, "and this is James Diamond," I said gesturing to James.

"They aren't our friends," Carlos added.

"Oh, well, it's nice to meet you boys anyway," Mrs. Adams said.

"Nice to meet you as well," Logan said for both him and James. At least he was still polite when he needed to be.

"Give them a visitors pass also I'm assuming?" Mrs. Adams asked as she handed me and Carlos our passes. I nodded.

"Here you go," Mrs. Adams stated giving James and Logan their passes. Carlos and I said our goodbyes before the four of us headed to the elevator.

"Now will you tell us why we are here?" Logan asked once we were inside the elevator.

"Nope," I said smirking at him.

"Asshole," James mumbled.

"Moron," Carlos said sticking his tongue out at James. I was grateful for Carlos doing that, but this wasn't the place for it.

"Carlos, not right now," I said placing my hand on my friend's shoulder.

"Fine," Carlos sighed. I knew he wanted to put them in their place, but we'd be doing that shortly. Before anything else could be said, the elevator stopped and the doors opened signaling we had arrived at our floor.

"What are we doing in the children's cancer wing?" Logan asked noticing the sign.

"Every Wednesday and Sunday Kendall and I visit the kids here. We play games with them, draw with them, or help them color," Carlos answered.

"We also put on small shows for them and they sing along with us," I added. I watched as James and Logan both looked down at the ground, no doubt remembering their comments at the cook out.

"Still think what you do is better?" I asked, glaring at them. They didn't answer.

"Come on. Lets go find Erin," Carlos said. I nodded. We made our way to the nurses' lounge and there we found her. Erin was in her mid-forties. She was about Carlos's height with short black hair and green eyes. We first met her when Carlos and I were brought in as patients, and as the years went by, we grew close to her.

"Hey guys," Erin said as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Wazzzza?" Carlos stated and I rolled my eyes at my friend.

"Must you do that every time we come here?" I groaned.

"Yes," Carlos said causing Erin to chuckle.

"Anyways," I said changing the subject. "Erin, we brought Logan and James with us." I didn't have to explain who they were to her. She knew all about them.

"So you're the two bullies," Erin stated shooting a glare at James and Logan that caused them to shake a bit. Erin hated bullies. She had ever since her daughter Emma took her life due to bullying.

"That's them," Carlos said as he got some Fruit Smackers out of the vending machine.

"Our moms have this stupid idea of trying to make us friends again," I said leaning against the counter.

"But all it is doing is wasting our time," Carlos said as he poured the whole bag of gummy snacks in his mouth.

"Anyway, enough about them. How are the kids today?" I asked.

"Good for the most part," Erin sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"We got a new little girl on Monday. Her name is Hannah. She is ten years old and one of the quietest little girls I have ever seen. She won't talk to anyone but her parents," Erin answered.

"How come?" Carlos asked as he made his way towards Erin.

"Her father told me she doesn't think she is pretty enough for people to talk to since the chemo caused her to lose her hair," Erin said.

"I was hoping you boys could spend the day with her and maybe you could sing her the song you wrote Kendall?" Erin asked, giving me a hopeful smile.

"Of course we will," I said. People like her are the reason I wrote the song in the first place, I thought.

"Wonderful! She is in room 304. Don't get upset if she doesn't talk to you. Her parents are both at work right now and it is even harder to get a word from her when they aren't around," Erin said.

"You two," Erin began, looking to Logan and James. "You better not do anything to make that little girl feel bad."

"We would never do something like that. We're not monsters," Logan said, speaking for the first time since we got into the room.

"From what I have heard, that is exactly what you are," Erin said as she left the room.

"What's her problem?" James asked as we walked down the hall to look for room 304.

"She lost her daughter three years ago," I answered.

"What does that have to do with us?" Logan asked.

"Her daughter committed suicide because she was bullied," Carlos said. The two fell silent at that.

"Here we are," I said as I placed my hand on the doorknob to open the door. I knew she wouldn't answer if I knocked.

"Hi Hannah, I'm Carlos," Carlos said giving Hannah a smile. Carlos was the best at getting the shy kids to open up.

"I'm Kendall," I said as I got the guitar from the corner of the room. Erin had to have left it in here for me.

"I'm James and this is my friend, Logan," James said as he and Logan took a seat out of the way. Hannah just stared at us.

"Hannah, Carlos and I would like to sing you a song. Is that alright with you?" I asked taking my seat next to Carlos. A smile appeared on her face for a second, but then it vanished as she nodded her head.

"I wrote this song a few months back," I said as I got ready to play.

"We call it Cover Girl," Carlos said before we both began to sing.

"I don't know why you always get so insecure. I wish you could see what I see when you're looking in the mirror," I sang. Carlos joined in. I looked at Hannah. I saw a few tears slip down her cheeks.

After we finished Carlos and I moved a bit closer to her. I couldn't understand why she was crying.

"Are you ok?" Carlos asked.

"No one has ever said that to me before," Hannah whispered.

"Well, they should because you are pretty, Hannah," I said sincerely. I really meant it. I wasn't saying it just to make her feel better.

"T-Thank you," Hannah sniffled.

"Anytime kiddo," Carlos grinned.

"Can I give you guys a hug?" Hannah asked.

"Of course," I answered.

"Can I hug you guys too?" Hannah asked, glancing at Logan and James once she finished hugging Carlos and I.

"But we didn't do anything," James said sounding confused.

"You guys didn't look at me like I was a helpless little girl like most people do. When you came in, you looked at me like I was normal. That means more to me than you know," Hannah said smiling at James and Logan.

"Of course you can," Logan said as he and James got up.

We hung out with Hannah for a few more hours before it was time for us to go. We didn't get to see the other kids, but that was ok. We had helped Hannah out of her shell.

"That was fun," Logan said once we got back inside my car.

"Did you see how happy she was?" James asked, his voice full of excitement. Who knew those two could actually care?

"You guys do this every week?" James asked.

"Sure do," Carlos said from the passenger seat.

"Could we come with you Sunday?" Logan asked. I was shocked that they wanted to do it again.

"But Sunday is the day we have to hang out and do what you and Logan want to do," I pointed out.

"So? What we just did was way better than what we do on Sundays. So can we please go?" Logan asked nudging James lightly.

"If you're sure," Carlos said shrugging his shoulders.

"We are!" Logan exclaimed.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe somewhere deep inside these two still have a heart. I thought as we pulled out of the parking lot.

I am so sorry for the wait. I've been pushing this aside for my other fics. I kind of forgot about this one. This is just a short chapter, but it's got some meaning in it. I hope you liked it.

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