When Logan opened his eyes, everything was white. It was too bright for his liking, and as he blinked to accustom his eyes to the new light, he remembered what had happened the night before. Shaking his head Logan tried to push the thought out, focusing on his surroundings. He realized he was in the same hospital he worked in. There was a faint beeping coming from the heart monitor, and a sharp pain in Logan's left arm. He looked down and saw he was attached to an IV.
The door creaked open and someone walked in, a familiar voice talking to someone in the hallway.
"Hi, Logie." The voice hissed, and Logan's head snapped to see who had just walked in.
It was Kendall.
"K-Kendall..? What's going on?" Logan whimpered.
"Obviously you just woke up. After the incident last night, I busted all of the crazies out of this hospital. We overran it, killing the doctors and administrators." Kendall pulled his sleeves up to show his fresh scars. "But I couldn't kill you… Because we're in love." Kendall smiled and caressed Logan's face. "We've always been meant to be, Logie."
Suddenly, Kendall's mood turned and he had a knife against Logan's IV—his lifeline.
"Why did you cheat on me, Logie? You know we're in love."
Logan swallowed nervously before speaking, "I didn't cheat on you. You're delirious, Kendall. You need sleep."
"WHY does everyone keep saying that? I'M PERFECTLY FINE! I'm helping people! I'm putting them out of their misery! They NEED me, Logie. Can't you see?"
Kendall's face was red now, and he had a white-knuckled grip on the knife. "In fact… Logie, I think you need me, too. Your eyes are practically begging to be freed."
Logan gasped, too frightened to say anything. He shook his head, pleading with Kendall with his eyes. But all Kendall saw was pain and a want, a need, to die.
So, he cut the cord.
And that's when Logan woke up.