A/N: so yeah… shits bout to get real.
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Carlos stood close by as the EMT's loaded Logan into the ambulance. Tears stung his eyes. He felt betrayed. Logan knew how easily Carlos was affected by certain things.
It confused Carlos. He had no idea that Logan was this unhappy. Usually he was all smiles, so what happened?
"Carlos can you come here" Carlos failed to notice that he was the only one left standing outside. Kendall and James had left to get Camille. They were probably on their way to the hospital by now.
Carlos climbed into the truck, and sat down next to Logan's stretcher. The EMT's had already begun to wrap his arms with gauze to slow some of the bleeding.
It dawned on Carlos that it's probably too late to save his friend. Of course that's not what he wanted, but what other choice was there? He'd already lost so much blood.
Breaking the silence was a grunt from Logan as he cocked his head to the side to get a better look at Carlos. "I'm sorry." He stated, blankly.
Carlos couldn't sum up any answer. What did Logan have to be sorry for? It was his friends who drove him over the edge.
"You don't have to be sorry, Logan. You have nothing to be sorry for."
"Logan, you should be stable for now. I'm gonna head up to the front of the truck." An EMT butted in.
Logan and Carlos nodded their heads, and resumed looking at each other.
"But I do. I messed up so much, Carlos. Look at what I've done." He took a moment to glance at his arms. "I made you guys cry, and I almost killed myself. I have everything to be sorry for."
"Hey… Listen to me. It was only this one time. Right, Logie?"
Logan looked away from Carlos and began to tear up. "No…" He whispered.
"Wait, why are you saying no?"
"It's not the first time, Carlos."
"First time for what?" With his growing worry, Carlos forgot what he mentioned earlier. About the first time. The first time Logan ever tried to hurt himself.
"Wait… Logie, you've cut yourself before?"
"I was stupid. In fact, I still am. That's why I'm sorry. I never told you guys what I went through. You know, before we moved to LA. And now… ever since I started again, it's made me hate myself even more. For lying. I should have told you guys. I'm just- I'm just so sorry."
To Carlos' surprise, Logan remained calm the entire time. But what Logan didn't know was that Carlos was hiding something too. He didn't know how or when the right time was to say it, but he figured now would probably be the right time. Maybe telling Logan would make him stop putting himself down so much.
After a long pause, and putting his thoughts into words, Carlos finally said it.
"I did it a few times too."
Logan's snapped his head back in Carlos direction. "What? Wait you mean- Carlos, no" He trailed off.
"I just thought it made things easier. But then I realized that I have you guys, and friends, and I decided it wasn't worth it… I mean, I still think about doing it, but I can't bring myself to actually do it."
"Oh my god. Carlos, why! No, no, no, this can't be- no, Carlos. No!" Logan was crying harder now. Maybe Carlos shouldn't have told him after all.
"Carlos, please. Please be lying." Logan pleaded.
"I'm not… I'm sorry. I just thought you should know." Carlos watched as Logan's head lolled off to the side in a dazed state.
"Logan? No, wake up!"
"Carlos I'm just trying to rest." He groaned.
"No! You can't fall asleep! What if you don't wake up, Logie?"
"I'll be fine. Just let me sleep."
Carlos started to shake Logan by his shoulders. "Stop that!"
"Mmm tired." Logan said, with so little strength.
Before Carlos knew it, Logan's heart rate was slowing down. His skin, already diminished of color, looked paler than before.
He shook his friend once more, but received no response.
"Logan? Logan!" Carlos felt his tears start to fall. Shouting to the front of the ambulance, he called out to the EMT to return to the back and help his dying friend.
Upon arriving to the back, the female EMT realized that Logan was still bleeding, and his breathing was slowing down to a dangerous rate.
"Please help him." Carlos choked out.
"Kendall, why aren't they here yet!" Camille shouted at the troubled blonde boy.
"I'm- I'm sure they'll be here soon." Kendall looked over to James for reassurance, but all James could do was look away.
"I just don't understand why…" James whispered.
"None of us do-"
"Yeah, and we might never get to know if they don't get to the hospital right now!" Camille shouted once again.
"Don't say that! He's not gonna die… He can't."
"And how do you know that, James?" Kendall questioned.
"Because he's tougher that you think, Kendall. I have faith in him."
"We don't need faith. What we need is a freaking miracle!"
"You guys, please calm down." Camille whined.
Kendall opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when he saw two paramedics and a distraught Carlos trampling between the double doors.
"Logan!" Camille called out.
Kendall left them to go catch up to Carlos. "Carlos! Carlos, wait!"
Carlos looked back to see Kendall running towards him. When he finally caught up to Carlos, he took a moment to catch his breath before beginning to talk. "Is he okay? What happened!"
He watched as Carlos looked down at his shoes. Kendall stole a glimpse of Logan, who the paramedics left on the side of an empty hallway.
"Carlos… why isn't he moving?" Kendall said cautiously.
"Kendall he's not-"
"No! He can't be dead! No!" Kendall cried.
Seeing Kendall cry pained Carlos deeply. It wasn't like their fearless leader to breakdown; but this was different.
"No, Kendall he's not dead!" Carlos knelt down to where Kendall had sunk to his knees.
"Then why isn't he moving!" Kendall felt Carlos place a hand on his back, but he quickly jerked away and stood up.
Just as he was about to go over to Logan, doctors cut him off and began wheeling him behind another set of double doors. All Kendall could do was stare at his disappearing friend.
Not being able to take it anymore, Kendall ran off, hoping no one would follow him.
James and Camille took note of this, and began to sum up many terrible thoughts.
Carlos saw them near the waiting area, and ran over.
"Carlos, please tell me that Logan isn't- that he isn't…" Camille couldn't even finish her sentence, not wanting to say the terrible thought out loud.
"Oh! Oh god no! He's not dead." Carlos said quickly.
Camille and James let out what seemed to be a breath of relief.
"How come Kendall ran off?" James asked.
"He thought Logan was dead." Carlos said sorrowfully.
"So what happened on the way here? What took you guys so long!" Camille yelled at him.
As Carlos began to explain what happened on the way to the hospital, Camille yelled out as if she seemed to be in excruciating pain.
Immediately, Carlos and James were by her side. "Camille, what's wrong?" Carlos asked her.
"I'm- I'm not sure- ahhh!"
Before James and Carlos could do anything else, water like liquid began to trickle down to the tiled floor beneath them.
"Oh my god…" Camille whispered.
Carlos and James exchanged a look of confusion, fear, and panic all at the same time. Was Camille really about to go into labor? They questioned themselves.
"No, this can't happen now!" Camille cried out. "I'm only eight months along!" She felt Carlos and James started to walk her to the front desk.
"No, stop! I can't do this without Logan! Stop!"
A/N: Wat did I just do…
WILL CAMILLE HAVE THE BABY WITHOUT LOGAN?
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