A/N: Here's Chapter 6 for you! Review please!
Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101.
Logan hadn't said a word to Quinn, or anyone else for that matter, for days. Heck, by now, it might have been weeks, he wasn't really sure and he didn't really care. Although he was too stubborn to admit it, he missed Quinn terribly. He knew she had been a big help since the accident, but he never realized how much he had truly relied on her these past few weeks when he was stuck in his dorm. It wasn't until now that he also realized that Quinn had been skipping class when she had been with him all of those days.
That was probably what he missed most about her right now: her company. He was extremely bored during the day when Chase and Michael were in class. It's not like he could really go anywhere, either. This reminded him of the time he and Michael had been put on dorm arrest after they had been accused by Dean Rivers of smashing his golf trophy. At least then he had Michael to talk to. Now, he was just alone. Scratch that: alone and bored.
On this particular day, after beating all of the high scores on all of the video games he owned, Logan returned to his now seemingly permanent state of boredom. He tried desperately to think of something to do, but his mind drew a blank. Usually when he was bored, he would call Quinn and they would go make out somewhere. Knowing that he no longer had make out on demand, Logan wracked his brains trying to think of what he used to do before he started dating Quinn.
He remembered the mirror Quinn had given him a week or two ago. Perfect! Looking at himself in a mirror had always been a hobby of his. He looked around the room for his mirror, cursing under his breath when he saw that it was on the desk on the opposite side of the room, way out of his reach. Since it had been weeks since his accident, he was able to walk now, but barely. He usually needed Chase or Michael or a large piece of furniture to hold onto and support him.
He attempted to get out of his bed, but gave up immediately after a sharp pain from his ribs advanced to the rest of his body. This was definitely going to be a challenge.
His second attempt was a bigger success when he grabbed the bed post to pull himself up. After latching onto the couch and taking a few more slow, small steps, Logan realized he would have to take about ten big steps by himself (meaning without holding onto any furniture because there wasn't any left) in order to get to the desk where the mirror was.
After the pain he had experienced only a few moments ago, Logan knew there was no way he could make it all the way across the room and back by himself. But, Logan being the stubborn macho man that he is, decided to go for it.
It only took about four steps for the extreme pain in his chest and then the rest of his body to return. He tried to backtrack and hold onto the couch again, but it was too late. The pain was just too much to handle, and Logan buckled onto the floor.
He knew he would be stuck like this until Chase and Michael came back, which wouldn't be for hours. He was so humiliated. The great Logan Reese, stuck wailing in pain on the floor of his own dorm. He was helpless.
Logan thought this was it: he was going to die. He was going to die on the floor of his own room because he wanted a stupid mirror. It was all he could do to not scream like a total girl and start bawling. The pain in his chest was excruciating, and now he could barely breathe. He called out for Chase and Michael but he knew that was hopeless. Logan thought for sure these were going to be his last few living moments, until he heard someone out in the hallway, walking into his room.
"LOGAN?"
A/N: Oooo cliffy! I wonder who it is? Oh wait, I already know!! Review please and you will find out soon! :)