A/N: Thank you for everything as always. :)
As a reply to a Guest review from back in August, I just wanted to clarify that Ethan does in fact live in California though he lives more to the north side and because he and Katie are 17, they are able to drive, meet and maintain a relationship. And they pretty much started liking each other over time and they saw each other so often so they starting dating. Hope that cleared it up. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and the characters I've created.
2:35 AM:
Darkness.
A dog barking. Crickets chirping. Birds squawking.
In the distance he can hear faint sirens.
Logan groggily opens his eyes and rubs the sleep out of them. Logan wasn't the heaviest of all sleepers nor was he the lightest yet as he begins to register everything that's around him, he briefly wonders how he woke up so quickly. Instinctively, his hand moves around and feels the bed, surprised when he does not find Camille curled up next to him.
That wakes him up.
Camille was always in bed. Always. Even when she couldn't sleep, she would lay there awake lost in her own thoughts and considering the time, he worries where she could possibly be.
He jolts up and scrambles off the bed. His thoughts race and his first instinct is to check the kitchen in case she went to get a drink of water and when he doesn't find her there, he grows slightly more concerned. The second place that comes to mind is the bathroom because she is pregnant and as a result, she's been going there more often. He's surprised to see the door opened a sliver and as he pushes it open entirely, he's not nearly prepared to see the sight that lays ahead. He gasps, biting his lip and all but screaming before rushing to Camille's side. He checks her head for any possibly head injuries and when all he finds is a teeny cut, he breathes out a small sigh of relief. Glancing over, he notices that the toilet is filled with puke and then reaches over to flush the unappealing sight away.
Logan shudders. This was not happening. His first thought is to call for an ambulance and then he realizes that he doesn't know how long Camille's been unconscious and waiting for an ambulance seemed futile. He had to act quick and so, he runs out of the bathroom and grabs his keys and then sprints back to the bathroom, and he tucks his arms underneath her and scoops her up with ease. He pushes every thought floating in his mind away, refusing to think negatively, and carries Camille out the door, locking the apartment behind him. As he passes by his friend's apartments, he briefly wonders if he should call them but then decides against it since it was so early in the morning and they would be asleep. He didn't have time to wait to them. He had to get to the hospital immediately.
Logan is grateful that Camille isn't heavy otherwise he would have never made it down the hallway, in the elevator and through the lobby without dropping her.
The drive there takes a few short minutes. Mainly it's because Logan's surpassing the speed limit yet to him, it feels like forever has passed. And just as the car stops, Logan jumps out, hoists Camille up again and carries her into the large hospital before him.
"Can someone help me? Please!" he pleads upon entering. A short woman comes up to him asking him gently what's wrong. "I don't know. I j-just w-woke up and I found her like this in the bathr-room. She's pregnant too. Help her..." He's blubbering, he knows, but he somehow manages to get the small bits of information that he knows out.
"Okay sweetie," the lady pats his arm and he tries not to cringe away from her touch. What she meant as a warm and caring gesture only feels cold to him, making him crave Camille's touch as opposed to this stranger's. A professional looking man with a white coat wheels up a gurney and motions Logan to lay Camille there. "We'll take good of her," the lady promises. Betty. That's what her name tag read.
Logan can only nod wordlessly, not having any other choice but to believe her. He watches the man wheel Camille away into one of the numerous corridors and away from his sight. He sighs shakily. She was in good hands now though this fact didn't cease his worrying.
"Would you like to sit in the waiting room, hon?" Betty asks.
Logan nods again solemnly and starts walking to it, not even waiting for Betty. It makes him feel sick that he's been here so often that he knows just about nook and cranny of this place.
The waiting room is just as he remembers it- white and boring. The same obnoxious channel is playing and as Logan slides into a cold, hard chair, he takes out his phone. With shaky fingers, he texts each of his friends, Ethan and Mrs. Knight. Perhaps his message isn't necessarily comprehensible but it gets the general information across and he can't control his fingers anyways.
He keeps in emotions in check; if anything Camille needs him now and he can't afford to break down. Keeping himself busy in twiddling his thumbs, he is tempted to look up symptoms on his phone though he's aware it won't do him any good.
So he waits. He waits as seconds tick by, then minutes and what seems like forever. He's fidgeting in his seat, uncomfortable yet not willing to leave in case there's news on Camille.
There's nearly no one in the waiting room besides him. There's an elderly lady who's following a doctor out and a middle aged man in the corner fast asleep. Considering it's in the middle of the night, he shouldn't be too surprised. But still. The lack of others increases his anxiety. The eerily silence gives him the chills and he shivers, wishing he had brought a sweatshirt with him. He wraps his arms around himself, bringing his feet up to his chest, wishing desperately that someone would come to tell him something- anything- about Camille.
Pulling out his phone, he checks the time.
3:44 AM.
He's been sitting there for far too long. A little less than an hour but considering how little people were there, he is surprised there is no information on Camille yet.
Siting there alone, he gets lost in his own thoughts. Bad thoughts come flooding into his mind, overwhelming his suddenly.
Camille.
Their baby.
What if something happens to them?
He shouldn't even be considering that possibility. He should be being optimistic. Yet all he can think of is how he cannot handle living without either Camille or their baby.
What would he do without them? He's sat thinking these exact thoughts a few short years ago. He's lived in fear of losing Camille everyday and it was overwhelming then and is still the case now. All the times Camille was admitted in the hospital, he sat in the waiting room, wondering what happened and what could happen and frankly, it terrified him beyond belief.
Logan sighs shakily, wringing his hands together. He can't lose Camille or their baby. He can't. The last time he thought he lost Camille, he almost killed himself and if he really lost her, who knows what would happen?
Tears well up in his eyes, forming a small wall over his eyes, and he clenches his teeth. He breathes deeply and sits in silence with the exception of the ticking of the clock.
Tick- tock.
Tick- tock.
Tick- tock.
The sound is obnoxious and is making him feel jittery. It's making him go mad. He needs to know if Camille's okay.
"Logan!" a panicked voice calls out.
His head snaps up and he eyes the six mangled figures hobbling towards him.
"What happened to Cami?" Stephanie asks worriedly.
In a daze, Logan asks back, "Where's Ethan?"
"He's on his way... But tell us what happened, Logan!" Kendall urges, prodding his arm.
"I don't know. I just found her unconscious on the bathroom floor. I know today... well yesterday technically, didn't go well but the only other person who knows happened besides Camille is Ethan. I'm really scared guys," he admits quietly, looking down into his hands.
"Trust me, Logan, everything's going to be alright," James reassures him. He kneels in front of Logan and shakes him gently. "Don't think negatively."
Logan lets out a dry laugh before solemnly lowering his head sadly. "I can't lose them, James. I can't."
"And you won't. Nothing will happen to them, okay?"
Logan shakes his head miserably. "You don't know that. So much can happen to them."
"Doesn't mean it will," Carlos counters.
"You guys don't get it. I've through this before and to lose them... would be like losing myself. This is so hard. I want a break. Why can't Camille and I just live peacefully? That's all we'd ever wanted and we don't even get that. I'm so sick of putting up with all this crap. I just want it to end," Logan chokes out.
"It'll work out for both of you in the end. You're both of the strongest people we know. You'll fix yourselves like always," Jo tells him.
Then before Logan can respond, a doctor calls his name and he bolts out of his seat to the middle-aged man.
"Are they okay?" he blurts out.
"Relax Mr. Mitchell, they're both okay," he replies, shooting him a small smile.
Immediately, he breathes out a sigh of relief. "Thank God," he murmurs under his breath. "What happened?"
"Well it seems like Mrs. Mitchell got sick multiple times due to stress and due to that, she experienced fatigue. Even though she was lucky this time, make sure she takes plenty of rest and that she does not endure stress. We'll be releasing her later today. You may see her in room 114. "
Stress.
And not just any stress, stress that was caused by Cynthia, Logan knew. Her own mother hurt her so badly that she ended up in the hospital.
"Logan," Kendall touches his arm, "You coming?"
"You go ahead. I'll wait for Ethan and meet you there."
"Okay," he shrugs.
Logan watches them leave before sinking back into the cold white chair again.
Fifteen minutes later, another tousled figure is running up to him. His hair is messy and he's still in a wrinkly shirt, implying that he came as soon as he woke up. Ethan.
"What happened? Is she okay?" His frantic voice resembles much of his own though it's easy to understand why.
"They're both fine," he reassures him.
Like Logan, Ethan lets a wave of relief wash over him.
"Ethan?" Logan asks.
"Huh?"
"Can you tell me what happened with Cynthia?"
"She didn't tell you," Ethan says in realization, slightly confused.
"Not all of it. And I need to know, Ethan. I need to know so I can fix her." Logan pleads, "I need to fix her, please Ethan."
"But Logan," he rationalizes, pausing for a moment, "You can't always fix her. Sometimes she needs to fix herself."
A/N: BTDecision's just finished on the East Coast though I won't have a chance to watch it until tomorrow. Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter! I'll try to write and update more often. Love all of you!
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