I know it's been a really long time since I've updated this story- too long. But here's Chapter 10 This story will probably be over soon. But I could always change my mind. Enjoy!

Logan's POV

I'm laying in my hospital bed, thinking about James. Wondering things like is he alive? and will I ever get to talk to him again? I'm still thinking these things when a doctor walks in.

"Are you Logan?" he asks me, holding a clip board and looking all official.

"Yeah. Why?" I reply, curious.

"I was told to come in here and inform you that a young man named James is awake." He says. My heart skips a beat. My stomach unknots. I can barley manage to speak.

"James is alive?" I whisper, so quiet I could barley hear myself.

"Yeah. He woke up about an hour ago. Doctors are working with him and running tests to see if he can speak and so on." The doctor says, with no emotion in his voice. I'm so happy I can't speak. I can barley think. All I can feel is sweet, sweet relief. I feel my eyes well up with tears. One silently slides down my cheek. The doctor looks up at me from over his glasses.

"Son, are you okay?" he asks me, looking concerned. I try to say yes, but nothing comes out. I just nod. "Alright. And you're fine. A nurse is going to come in and help clean you up so you can go home." He says before walking out of the room. More tears are falling now. James is alive! He didn't leave me! I'm not alone! The nurse comes in and starts to unplug all the machines from around me. I'm smiling like a retard the entire time.

James's POV

"Nod your head if you can hear me." I faintly hear a voice say. I attempt to nod my head, but it's so heavy I can barley flinch. It feels heavy as lead.

"James? Can you move for me? Can you move anything?" the voice says again. I try to nod my head, but still can't. I try to move my legs, but they're too stiff. I try to lift my arms, but they won't budge. I can't move anything. I'm trying so hard, but I can't. I need to let these people, whoever they are, know that I'm alive. I need to wake up so I can see Logan. But I can't open my eyes. I can't find the strength.

"I don't think he's gonna make it. It's a lost cause." Someone else says, The voice sounds like a girl.

"No, he has to make it! He has too." A woman says. The voice sounds very, very familiar. But I can't put my finger on it. "He can't leave this world. He's too young! Too young!" the familiar woman is bordering on hysterical.

I know that voice! I've grown up with it. I know it. I know this person! But who is it? I'm getting very frustrated now.

"Honey, sometimes the doctors can't do anything. Sometimes people die. I don't want him to die either." A mans voice adds to the conversation. And I know his voice too. I know his and the woman's. God, these people are so familiar! Who are they?

"No! My son will not die! He WILL NOT die!" the woman screams. And then it hits me. That's my mom. My mom. I haven't talked to my mom in 2 years. Or dad. They haven't called since I had left to become famous. They had believed we would fail. My dad had hated me because I was so, as he put it, "feminine". Ugh. And my mom thought I was too selfish and my goals were set too high. She has always been disappointed in me. So the fact that they are at the hospital is shocking. More than shocking. It's…it's…..there are no words to describe how I'm feeling. I'm feeling re-energized, rejuvenated, and empowered. As I hear my mom's sobs and my dad's comforting words I slowly try to lift my eye lids. It may sound easy, but it's very difficult. I eventually feel them lift. I'm squinting. And then my eyes burst open to reveal my crying mother leaning over me. I blink a few times. The light behind her is blinding. I try to adjust to my surroundings as the room is thrown into a frenzy. I hear doctors and nurses saying things like, 'he's awake!" and "Go get Dr. Martin!" around the room. But I'm not looking at them. I'm looking at my parents. The first thing my mom does is throw her arms around me.

"Oh my gosh! James! Oh! James, I love you! Don't you ever scare me like that again!" she sobs into my ear. I feel her tears fall onto my neck. Her whole body is shaking.

"I love you too Mom." I try and say loudly, but it comes out as a hoarse whisper. I hear someone clear their throat. I look over my mom's shoulder and see my dad. He's standing very stiff and uncomfortably at the end of my bed.

"Hey dad." I whisper carefully. I have no idea what he's going to say. He looks very proper with his perfectly cropped brown hair and square glasses perfectly positioned on his nose.

"Hello there James." He says, clasping his hands together. I smile.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry we haven't called you. It's been forever since we've talked!" my mom exclaims.

"It's okay." I reply, but its barley audible.

"Shhh…you don't have to speak." She says, putting her finger to my lips. "I'm just glad you're alive." She says, hugging me again. I'm really happy, until I realize the person I want to see most isn't there.

"Where's Logan?" I ask my mom eagerly.

"Who?" she asks, looking confused.

"Logan. Ya know, my, er, friend." I says timidly. I realize that my parents might not even know about me and Logan. They probably don't even know why I jumped. Unless Kendall or Logan told them. Or Carlos. But Carlos is so stupid he probably doesn't realize what's going on. My stomach lurches when I realize that my dad doesn't know I'm gay. I gulp. Should I tell him now? I look at the stony expression on his face and realize, no, this isn't the place to tell him. I repeat my question instead.

"Where's Logan?"

"Oh, one of your little hockey friends? Probably at the place you're staying. The Palm Tree, correct?" my dad says.

"Palm Woods. Woods, Dad." I correct him.

"Right." He says in a disapproving tone. I sigh. That's my dad. Same old asshole.

"Don't worry, we'll let your friends know you're awake." My mom says, kissing me on the forehead.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Diamond, but we need to examine your son now." Dr. Martin says, and my mom gets up.

"We'll find Logan for you, okay?" my mom says, smiling.

"Ok." I whisper, smiling back.

So….what do you think about his parents? Haha review plz