CHAPTER 7
But Dr. Cameron also had his doubts. Off course, he hadn't known Logan that long yet, but he had a feeling the boy was hiding something from them. He didn't say anything however, but kept observing his young assistant.
"I'm calling the police," Kendall said suddenly.
"W-w-what? W-w-why?" Logan stammered.
"Loges, you've been attacked," Kendall stated. "They hurt you pretty badly and it could have been even worse. Maybe you can give them a detailed description of these hoodlums so they can be caught."
"But I'm going to be fine," Logan said. "And … uh … I don't really remember what they looked like. It was too dark to see clearly, you know. And I was just scared."
"Your friend is right," Dr. Cameron said. "You were in danger and it might also be dangerous for the rest of us. We need to get the police involved. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some paperwork to attend to. I'll be back to check on you later."
"I'm going to make the call," Kendall said walking out the door too.
He met up with Dr. Cameron who had been waiting in the hallway.
"You don't believe a word he says, do you?" Dr. Cameron said to Kendall.
"Nope," Kendall admitted. "Do you believe him?"
"I believe that something has indeed happened to him, but he's too afraid to reveal it to us," he answered. "I thought it was strange that he still had his cell phone in his pocket when he was supposed to be mugged."
"So was his wallet with all of his money and his credit card," Kendall said. "I have checked his pockets when I hung up his clothes."
"Did you notice anything else about his behavior lately?" Dr. Cameron asked.
"Yep," Kendall admitted. "He never ever smiles, he flinches whenever anyone tries to touch him and he showers at least 4 times a day. And he keeps zoning out from time to time."
"Hmm and then there's the addiction that worries me," Dr. Cameron said. "I'm going to do the necessary paperwork to make it look like I've prescribed him these pills. But he really should stop taking them. I don't think it would be wise to get the police involved just yet. Your friend is too stressed right now."
"Yes, I guess you're right," Kendall said.
They talked for a little while longer, before the both of them re-entered Logan's room.
"Hey, Logie. So I called the police and explained everything that happened to you," Kendall lied. "They are not going to come over and question you as they think you've been through enough for one night. They'll patrol in the area from now one and keep a look out for everyone's safety."
"Thanks," Logan said trying his best to smile but failing miserably at it.
"Maybe it would be wise for you to see someone about this, maybe like a professional," Dr. Cameron said to Logan.
"No, please. No. I'm fine. Really!" Logan hurriedly said.
Both Kendall and Dr. Cameron frowned at his reaction, but also Camille grew a bit worried by now.
"That's fine, Logan. We won't push you," Dr. Cameron said. "You just need to talk about this and open up to us. Don't keep it all bottled up."
Logan softly nodded his head. Dr. Cameron told everyone that they needed to leave Logan, so he could get some much needed rest. Camille gave him a soft peck on his cheek and Mrs. Knight kissed his forehead tenderly. The guys all said their goodbyes and everyone told him they would be back the very next day.
Dr. Cameron checked his pulse and blood pressure again real quickly. As Logan attempted to sit up, he winced in pain again.
"Still in pain?" Dr. Cameron asked him.
"Yes," Logan shyly admitted.
"Can you tell me where it hurts the most?" he asked.
"Um .."
Logan got all uncomfortable again in the small hospital bed.
"My … uh … abdomen and … uh … I guess … uh … my legs and … uh … my head," he almost whispered.
"Not your chest?" Dr. Cameron asked.
"That to, but they hit me mostly in the stomach and on my legs, I guess," he lied some more.
"Let me examine you again real quickly," Dr. Cameron said.
As soon as he touched Logan's abdomen, Logan had to stop himself from yelling out in agony.
"That bad?" Dr. Cameron asked as he kept a close eye on the pale boy's features.
Logan merely nodded his head.
"Maybe we should check you in the morning for internal damage," Dr. Cameron said. "I really don't like this."
"No, no. That's okay!" Logan quickly said. "It's not that bad really! Probably just my muscles that are a bit sore or something."
"Hmm," Dr. Cameron said not really buying what Logan had to say. "I'll give you another strong painkiller to get you through the night and we'll see what we do in the morning."
He administered the drug and it didn't take long for Logan to fall into a peaceful sleep.
When Logan woke up the next morning, he was still in an awful lot of pain. He so badly wanted to tell someone – anyone – what had been happening to him, but he had no idea how. Maybe if Dr. Cameron indeed checked him for internal damage, he would find out.
The door to his room opened and Logan hoped that a nurse would come in carrying breakfast as he was very hungry by now. But as soon as he noticed who had walked in, his breath hitched in his throat. Logan sat up in bed pulling up his blankets to cover himself up completely.
"Well, well," his professor's ice cold voice sounded through the hospital room. "I've heard you've been admitted to the ER last night. You disappoint me, Dr. Mitchell," she mocked him. "I thought you were supposed to be a strong and smart guy who could handle the world. Boy was I wrong?"
She had an evil smile plastered on her face and Logan was too terrified to do anything. Before he could actually grasp what was happening, she slapped him hard in the face.
"Aw". Logan said softly holding his hurt cheek.
"What did you tell Dr. Cameron?" She hissed.
"N-n-nothing," Logan stammered.
"Don't you lie to me, Logan. I swear you'll regret it," she threatened.
"It's the truth. I swear!" Logan softly said. He was trembling all over again by now. "I told everyone that I've been mugged at the parking lot."
She moved even closer to him and roughly grabbed his face.
"You keep your pretty little mouth shut," she threatened. "If I so much as suspect you've told anyone what's going on, I'll make sure you'll regret it for the rest of your miserable life."
"I won't," Logan nearly whispered.
There was a slight knock on his door and his professor moved away from Logan's bed at once.
"Good morning. I have your breakfast for you, Dr. Mitchell," a nurse said.
"Uh … Thanks," Logan stammered.
"Good morning, Dr. Turner," the nurse greeted Logan's professor politely.
"I was checking to see how Logan was doing," she said. "But it seems like he's going to be okay, right?"
Her ice cold eyes looked at Logan and he had a hard time forming a coherent sentence.
"Yes, absolutely," he said trying to smile but failing hopelessly.
"Well, if I'm not needed anymore, I'll be on my way," she said. "I'll see you again soon, Logan."
"Yes, bye professor Turner," Logan answered as relieve washed over him.
He sighed closing his eyes for a moment.
"Are you sure you're alright?" The nurse asked him worriedly.
"Yes, I'm sure," Logan answered.
"If it's any comfort to you, I don't like her either," the nurse half whispered to Logan.
With that being said, she left him alone to finish his breakfast. Professor Turner's words kept lingering in his mind. He couldn't tell anyone what was happening. I mean, what would she do? She could easily ruin his entire career. All she had to do was use his blood sample against him and it would show he was addicted to tranquillizers. He had to find a way to try and block out the pain, so Dr. Cameron wouldn't decide on checking him for internal damage.
The nurse came back a little while later to retrieve Logan's empty platter and she also checked his vitals. She wasn't even finished yet, when Dr. Cameron entered the room.
"Good morning, Logan," he said softly. "How are you feeling today, young man?"
"Better," Logan lied.
"What about the pain you're in?" Dr. Cameron asked keep a close eye on his pupil.
"Oh, that," Logan answered a little unsure. "I'm just a little sore now. That's all!"
"So, I shouldn't check you for internal damage?" He asked.
"No, I'm fine," Logan said trying to sound confident.
Dr. Cameron decided to examine Logan one last time real quickly and then told him he could go home to rest as soon as his friends would pick him up. He was also told to keep away from the pills he so desperately needed.
Dr. Cameron called Kendall and he didn't take long until he appeared at the hospital with Camille. Kendall told Camille she should go over to Logan, because he wanted to have a word with Dr. Cameron.
"Will he be alright?" Kendall asked Dr. Cameron.
"Your friend is still suffering from pain," he said. "But it doesn't appear to be very serious, so he can take painkillers for that if he needs them. There is something else going on. I'm pretty sure about that, but he doesn't want to or he can't talk about it. I'll try to find out what it is, but maybe you guys can try that too?"
"We'll do our best and we'll keep you posted," he told Dr. Cameron.
As Camille walked into Logan's bedroom, he was snoring softly. She walked over to him and very gently ran her hand through his raven black hair.
"No, no. Leave me alone. Please don't do this. Please!" Logan whimpered.
"Baby, it's okay," Camille said soothingly. "It's just me."
"No …. No … Please," Logan's words were hardly above a whisper. Tears were streaming down his pale cheeks.
"Logie, baby. Calm down, please. It's alright," Camille tried again.
But Logan let out an ear piercing cry again. Both Dr. Cameron and Kendall were startled by this and ran over to his room as soon as they could.
Logan was hysterical by now and he's eyes were still shut tightly. Camille was crying herself as she didn't know how to calm her boyfriend down anymore. Dr. Cameron watched his young assistant struggle with whatever was bothering him, while Kendall held the crying Camille in his arms.
"Logan," he said in a soft, yet demanding tone. "Dr. Mitchell. You need to listen to me. Whatever it is that is doing this to you, it can't hurt you now. It's not real. You are having a nightmare. Snap out of it. Open your eyes softly and you'll see. Nobody here wants to harm you in any way. You've got to trust me, Logan."
Logan's breathing slowed down a bit and his eyes fluttered open. He noticed that his supervisor, his best friend and his girlfriend were in the room with him.
"Hi," he said timidly.
"Hi," Dr. Cameron answered. "You were having a nasty nightmare there, young man. Care to tell us what was going on?"
"Uh …" Logan nervously fidgeted with his fingers. "I … uh … Well … It's silly really," he started.
"Don't worry about that, Dr. Cameron said.
"I … uh … was being eaten alive by zombies," Logan stated trying to make it sound as if that really had bugged him.
"Must have been horrible," Dr. Cameron answered. "I suggest you don't watch that many horror movies anymore. And you know what? I don't think they would want to eat you," he said smiling. "You don't have that much meat on those bones of yours."
Logan tried to smile too, but it wasn't even close to a genuine smile.
He then looked at Kendall with a hurt expression in his eyes as he watched him holding onto his girlfriend.
"Dude, nothing is going on between us," Kendall said almost apologetically. "I was just comforting Camille, because she was crying."
Camille wiped the remaining tears from her eyes and now ran over to her boyfriend. She wrapped her arms around Logan and rested her head on his chest. Logan visibly flinched.
"Logie, you've got to believe me," she said sobbing softly. "Nothing happened between Kendall and me. He was just comforting me, because I couldn't get you to calm down. Please don't break up with me. I love you so much!"
"I love you too, Cami," Logan softly said. "So very much. You have no idea!" Tears were slowly running down his pale cheeks. "I believe you. And I'm sorry if I scared you guys. But it was all just a horrible nightmare."
He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and pulled her closer to him burying his face in her soft brown curls. Dr. Cameron and Kendall shared a worried look. Something was definitely going on and Logan refused to tell them the truth. They were both determined to find out what is was …
