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Part 11

Warren carried Logan's body back to their room.

He wanted to jump up in the air, no matter the rain storm occurring, and rush his dear love to a hospital- but then he'd have to explain what happened and he wasn't very good at lying. He lied Logan down on the bed and put his head to Logan's chest. His heart was beating- slowly- but it was beating. Warren almost jumped through the roof, literally, and set out to keep Logan well. He started with Logan's battered up face. He quickly got a first aid kit and a huge amount of cloths and towels and brought them to the bed.

He then noticed a bullet wound- and dropped his work on Logan's still gorgeous face and quickly removed Logan's shirt and beater to see the mark. The bullet had gone in pretty far and he without a thought pulled it out. He was glad Logan was unconscious for that part. He put on some different disinfectants and alcohol to numb the wound. Then he wrapped a cloth around the section of his chest that'd been hit. He noticed blood gathering on the sheets just above that and found a stab mark. He did the almost exact procedure and wrapped it too. Logan really needed a bath- all that dirt couldn't help.

Warren took off Logan's boots and tossed them on the floor. One he pulled off his jeans- he almost cried- his legs- they looked horrible. He started to panic- he didn't know how to do everything. He picked up the phone and asked the operator to call a local hospital. He waited impatiently as the woman on the other line connected him.

"Hello?" a meek voice came on, "Everson's Hospital."

"Yeah, my, uh, friend got just completely beat up- I need help. He's real bad and I'm afraid I can't get him there- can you send people? I'd prefer you to help him in the hotel room."

"Yes, we have a medical team ready for house calls, may I have the address?"

"It's the uh…Sandy Inn, I can't give you much more direction then that…"

"I have a book of all the hotel addresses- I'll send somebody right away."

"Thank you," Warren said. He knelt down beside Logan, "It'll be fine baby, just stay with me."

Warren sat next to Logan, holding his hand, taking large intakes of air. Logan didn't move once. There was a sharp knock at the door. Warren jumped up and almost ran to it. When he first opened it, the man standing there in a medical coat looked at him surprised.

"I'm assuming you're not the guy?" he said, "But you look pretty bad yourself." Warren shrugged and let him, and four others dressed the same inside. For the next couple of hours he stood out on the balcony. He knew- that if he'd stayed inside, he would start sobbing and crying and their relationship would get out. He needed this to be quick and without conflict- Logan did. He paced back in forth, cursing and moaning and wishing it was him- lying inside, battered up. If only.

When the sliding glass door opened he almost fell off the balcony.

"Is he okay?" Warren asked frantically.

"Well its good you called us," the man who'd been at door said, "He would have died. The bullet wound was deep enough to kill him within a few more hours and…what happened to him?"

"That doesn't matter- will he be okay?" Warren asked again.

"Now- yes- he'll be alright." Warren exhaled a DEEP breathe and almost cried.

"We should probably take him back with us…" the doctor suggested.

"I want him to stay here," Warren protested.

"Well that's fine- but he's gonna have very strict limitations, understand?" the doctor said sternly.

"Agreed- what are they?" Warren asked, pushing past the man and going inside. Logan was wrapped up to the extremes- all except his face and a few unbruised patches of skin. Warren clenched his fists to keep himself to keep from running over to him.

"He needs lots of sleep, no physical activity for two weeks- and then he has to use crutches. The cloths and bandages can come off in five days- but there is more layering on his stab and bullet wound- those are water proof and must be kept on for three weeks. Both legs are broken- the casts must be worn for a month. His genitals are pretty bad- he may experience pain while urinating and no sexual activity for a month," the doctor said- Warren bit his tongue from moaning at that last rule, "You have to feed him yourself- his arms are weak and if he wants to take a shower or for lack of a better word- poop- you have to help him extremely- understand?"

"Yeah, I get it," Warren said, "Is that all?"

"Well, one more thing," the doctor said, placing something in his hand, "When he is able to take part in sexual activity- I'd still go easy on him." The doctor gave him a sly smile and he left, with the other doctors. Warren glanced at the item in his hand. It was a piece of scrap metal tied to a metal chain. It said Logan and Warren.