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Ch8: What are friends for.

She wasn't safe and it was his fault!

"Come on men wake up."

All because of him!

"James..."

He had to do something or else...

"James! Wake up!"

James woke up with a gasp he quickly looking down to find his sister still fast asleep on his lap. Slowly looking up he found Logan looking at him with a concerned frown on his face.

"So am I allowed to stay at the hospital tonight?" James asked.

Logan blinked before sighing. "James it's four in the morning I don't think your allowed to leave at this time."

"Oh." James said as they both became quiet.

"Logan?"

"Hm?"

"Could you get my cell phone it's in my jacket." James said motioning for the jacket that lay on the chair in the far corner.

"Sure." Logan nodded walking over and grabbing the cell from James's pocket.

James sighed checking for messages. "Still no answers from Dad or my aunt." He shook his head. "And they dared to call me irresponsible."

He scoffed seeing he had left like fifty messages and still didn't get one single response. He sighed leaning his head against the wall. He looked at Logan who brought the chair with him so he could sit besides the bed. "How's Katie?"

"She's doing good... considering all the stuff you know..." Logan replied. "The wound in her leg turned out to only be a scrape shot the reason she stayed unconsious for so long was cause of a light skull fracture."

"So she's gonna be fine?"

Logan nodded waiting for James to continue.

"How many almost dead encounters do average thirteen year olds have?" James asked after a while.

"James I..." Logan didn't really know what to say.

"Cause I seriously think we've reached the limit and it's very obvious that I'm not cut out for the older brother caretaker role!"

"James!" Logan protested putting a hand on James's shoulder to calm him down. "You shouldn't say stuff like that, Jasmine loves having you as a brother she loves living with us this isn't your fault."

"Wanna bet that if she had a normal person with a normal job none of this would have happened..." James shook his head glancing down at the sleeping girl in his lap.

Logan sighed not sure how to help his friend. "James? Do you remember when Jasmine first came to the Palm Woods two years ago?"

James nodded.

"Well she was a lot different back then." Logan replied.

"Obviously Logan that was years ago." James said sounding a bit snappy.

"I don't mean like that she was... well harder I guess, she wasn't used to having to interact with people much..." Logan trailed of hoping his friend got the point.

"Yeah..." James said in a way getting what Logan meant. It was cause Jasmine wasn't used to a steady living environment.

Her mom had kept it a secret so James always had thought that the girl who looked so much like him was his niece. Her mom who couldn't keep a job kept moving from place to place so she was used to having many people around her but not really interacting or liking them. Sometimes he hated his aunt for that.

Logan was relived seeing James was getting were he was going. "She's so much different now. She has a lot of friends it's hard to imagine Katie before she and Jasmine became friends. Yeah she got hurt on your watch but honestly I think she is so much hapier with you then she was before she has a home now."

James took a moment to let Logan's words sink before a small smile formed on his lips. "Hey Logan?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"No prob that's what friends are for right?"

BTR-Victorious-BTR.

Sabrina sighed staring at the ceiling of her purple room with only one thought running through her head. 'Fair.'

It wasn't fair that something like this happened to her and her friends. It wasn't fair that three of her friends were in hospital. It wasn't fair that Matt got shot with a bullet meant fo her. It wasn't fair that Melissa had to spent her seventh birthday without her brother.

She wondered if there was something she could do... She knew Matt would be happy if little Melissa would somehow still enjobirthday... When she called his parents said he would probably wake up tomorrow late afternoon.

Grinning and knowing what to do she got out of bed racing to the kitchen hoping they had enough flour and eggs. She was gonna do this afterall what are friends for right?

Author: Short chapter but oh well...