Err...Yeah. I know, the word count is a little disappointing (just over 3,000; literally) and i haven't done one as short as this since chapter 3. I'm a little disappointed myself, but i just thought you guys deserved another chapter.

I normally do a small time skip every chapter, but...yeah, I just wanted you guys to have a little of a 'Hesh Only' Chapter. As I said before, I am a little disappointed with the word count, so if you need bigger chapters, just say so; I'm going to do that anyway.

Now; to the reviews!

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Coffee Monsta:

Nice to see you enjoyed it. About the ending, it was what i said at the top; go back and read the warning if you want to know what. The Ghosts are around, as implied in this chapter and...yeah. I guess we all have lots to know; I'm just going off pure idealism. Nothing else! I'm literally improvising everything i come up with.

bleedingangle95:

Yes, yes he does. And good idea! I had actually thought of that the other day and you reminded me of it! Thanks for that!

Mairoexpertken:

Yep, and good to see you're picking that up. I'm trying to make him as...effected as possible without making it a bit...too unrealistic, if you know what i mean. You can hope and hope, yet as to whether he'll start to trust the Ghosts is unknown. Heh...Heh...Heh...

Fanatic101777:

I love the long review based around you telling Logan to stay strong. To me, it was fairly amusing and told me you're very into this book. This to see you enjoy it so much. And yes! Riley will be in this fanfic! I'm betting he'll make an appearance soon...but I shouldn't be telling you that, should I? ;) You seem pumped for the next chapter. I guess i did leave it on a tiny cliff-hanger, but i didn't expect that much of an outburst. It's good, don't worry! Keep them up; I'll upload faster through inspiration!

And...is it just me or did you use semicolons instead of commas?

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Nice to see four [4] reviews coming up every chapter now. I'm very happy about that, so thank you for the support.

On a very important note, I'd just like you guys to tell me if i should change the summary or not. I just find it a bit...out of the story, so if anyone wants a slightly different one, than I'll do one.

As always, constructive criticism is appreciated.

Now, have a good read!

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Summary:

Logan Walker, a man in chains under Rorke's imprisonment, is slowly changing, becoming more hostile, losing precious memories, and only handle his own company. But something sticks, and using this knowledge he somehow manages to escape. Now on the run, Logan has to figure out if he's with the Ghosts or the Federation, before it's chosen for him.

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Chapter 11:

"... He was yelling and screaming suddenly and I didn't know what to do! It was like he was in agony – in a world of his own!" Henry cried, trying to explain the events in a mad rush. "It was like he was in a distribute with himself! I swear I could hear words coming out of his mouth while he screamed! He shouldn't have even been screaming! I'd put him on as much painkillers as I would dare, and even then, he still felt pain! I...I don't know what happened!"

Right after Hesh heard that words might have been coming out of Logan's mouth while he screamed, he'd been trying to shut the doctor up. But, try as he might, Henry just wouldn't shut up until he didn't have anything left to say.

So, it was a fair chance the old man was in shock, even if he shouldn't be; the doctor had years of experience under his sleeves, he should know that anything can happen with his patients.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up, hold up! What do you mean 'screaming out words while he was yelling'? What do you mean?" Hesh asked urgently, trying to figure what had happened to his baby brother.

Keegan stood next to him in the hallway, the hallway itself deserted with Logan's room right in front of them, the window in front of them showing an uncomfortable and pained looking Logan, like he was dreaming shit things – something he didn't think was too far from the truth.

When the doctor didn't reply, Keegan stepped in. "Hey, I know what happened was fairly eventful, but you need to calm down and tell us what happened. Start again; take your time. We've got time, you've got time. Just breathe, and tell us. No one's going to hurt you." The doctor looked down and closed his eyes, glasses being fiddled with in his hands, while Keegan gave Hesh a pointed look, to which he gave him an innocent 'what?' look, not feeling guilty at all.

Logan could have gotten hurt. This man could have said something that triggered something in him. Hesh closed his eyes in pain. Logan...Oh Logan...

He opened his eyes, and was glad to see Henry ready to speak.

"Well... Ok, sir. I'll start from the beginning." Henry took a deep breath before continuing. "I was checking out his vital signs when his heart monitor started to beep like crazy. At first, I thought he was dying, but when I accidently brushed past him on my way to check his vital signs, he grabbed my wrist and held me down! I thought he was going to kill me with how angry he was!" The man stopped his explanation, gasping for breath in panic.

He needs help. His mind told him, and he would have helped if his body was doing want he wanted. Find out what happened. Help Logan. His thoughts were only those, swirling around in groups so large and fast that he was starting to feel sick. No, don't fall when your brother needs you. You need to listen to what this man has to say, then find a course of action.

Keegan took a step towards the panicked man, rubbing soothing circles into his back. "Hey, he's not going to hurt you. You're alright. You've passed the worst of it." He gave Hesh an apologetic gaze, knowing the words were filling him in rage.

You know that Logan's unstable, and you know how... bad I get if you say something like the with me around. You know it just reminds me of the videos of Logan in the pit and the images that can pop up with the torture...

He'd been thinking about the videos for the two days Logan had been out. A lot. In fact, it was probably all he had been thinking about for the past two days, other than hoping his brother was alright while holding his hand by his side, trying to ignore his swollen wrists.

He remembered what the doctors that gave him an x-ray told him, just that morning, standing in this very hallway alone, with the time being around 2:30am.

"We were looking at his x-rays earlier today, and we thought you would like to know what the extent of his injuries were. But we would just like to clarify that some of the things we might say might trouble you, Sir. Do you want us to proceed?" Dr. Kay asked him, with Hesh urging him onward. "Well, as they say, 'travel at your own risk'." The light try for a joke failed to reach him, and the doctor immediately buried his head back into his patient's report. "We found several fractures in his wrists that hasn't healed properly, which is clearly visible in the way his wrists have swollen up. We-" Hesh cut him off at that moment, a question jumping around his mind so much he couldn't bite his tongue to keep it in.

"Then why is his right wrist bigger than the other one?" Hesh near blurted, with the other doctor, Dr. White, gave him a dirty look.

Dr. Kay gave him a small smirk, besides the situation. "That's what I was getting to, young man. You see, along with the multiple fractures, we found a lot of... fragments in his hand." Hesh opened his mouth to speak but Dr. Kay beat him to it. "Before you ask, these fragments are not bone. They are, in fact, fragments from a bullet."

What? But...then that would mean he got shot in the hand multiple times... wouldn't that also mean the bones in his hand have been shattered? If so, then how the hell could he throw knifes and shot like it was nothing? He must have looked very confused, because the doctor just laughed.

"Oh, Sir, your face is priceless. I might as well take a picture!" Dr. Kay laughed, before switching back to a serious face so fast Hesh thought he might have switched personalities. "Now, back to business." A pause, then: "Do you recall the time when Mr. Walker was taken away from you?" At his slightly tense nod, the doctor continued. "Well, at the time Rorke broke his arm. This would have resulted in sure infection to other parts of his body due to the body trying to heal the arm. If Mr. Walker saw any doctors in his time, it would provide insight as to why he's still alive, and in as good condition as he is today... even with his countless injuries. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that if he was shot anywhere else while all of the fluid was working around the arm, then bullet shrapnel would have travelled where all the fluid was going: the arm. His body would have rejected the shrapnel in usage as a healing product and let it continue on its course to his hand. The fragments would then effectively lodge themselves into secure places around the hand, then wrist after several fractures, giving them the perfect home for the time being." As soon as he concluded his explanation, Hesh was on with another question in a flash.

"Then why would he be able to move it to such levels, and inflicting little to no pain on himself?"

Dr. Kay only smirked this time, much to his pleasure.

He was tired. He wanted to go sleep. He didn't want the man's remarks to make him stay out any longer.

But that wasn't as important as this was, especially since his brother was finally in his sights after a whole year of torture.

"As much as I would have expected of you, Sir." A quick question of 'why does he have to remark on everything I ask?' went through his head before Dr. Kay continued. "Well, the only explanation for that is he's had them in there for so long that he's used to it and doesn't recognise low level pain for what it is. For him, instead of feeling like nails are digging through his wrists, it would feel like a dull ache going through them. And to answer your next question, the other wrist is significantly smaller because it's only been fractured once or twice and not healed properly, luckily for him." Dr. Kay concluded, waiting for a few seconds.

Thoughts were tumbling around his brain, and even though he knew he had so many questions to ask, he knew the doctor wouldn't be able to answer them.

No, these questions were for Logan.

When Dr. Kay realised no questions were going to be asked, he continued with that slightly childish smirk. "Now, I'll go on to the chest area..."

Hesh gave a mental sigh. He knew he should go over what had happened with the other areas, but he was still trying to figure out stuff about the wrists – trying to finish the border of in the jigsaw puzzle before finding the place to stick it on the outskirts.

But why not just ask his rather unstable brother that might try to kill him or get very, very stubborn very, very quick?

Hesh suddenly smashed back into his own body, where he could hear Henry halfway through his explanation.

A quick thought of very interesting curses flew through his head as he listened in, annoyed that he had allowed his mind to wander off. "-introduced myself and where we were per his request, and he seemed a bit...out of it. I tried to comfort him, but then he took off the covers, and I went to stop him because I thought he was getting up. He... He started to take off the bandages, and I tried to stop him, but I was afraid that he was going to...to hurt me again. He even poked them, and I thought he was going to rip the stitches! By then I was starting to reason with him, but then he just asked a question out of the blue. I...I..." Dr. Henry faltered for a second, where Keegan gave him a little nudge through words.

"Just take your time. I know this has been a lot to go through for you, so don't feel pressured or stressed. We have all the time in the world." Keegan lied (sorry, truthfully told) him, giving him a bit of space.

Bullshit! Hesh let the curse word slice through his brain, making a little crack of annoyance run down his seemingly calm mask. I know it's the best way to get him to tell us everything, but in reality, we only have 30 minutes before we're called down for an assessment of the successful (could we call it successful?) mission. Hesh knew how damn annoying it was repeating every single detail of what happened on the mission to a superior officer, and then tell the facts of what happened, why they went there, and if they were successful or not. Really, if they got out in one piece with a former POW, then you would think that their fellow officers would think they had succeeded in the mission. But no, they just have to be complete dicks about it and make them state the facts they already know. Maybe it was just to reassure it was them speaking, or even to make sure they hadn't suffered a bad concussion resulting in memory loss. But what he did know was that it was complete and utter bullshit and he hated every single second of it.

...well, except when he was talking about kicking ass. Now that was something worth talking about...

Hesh was taken out of his musings when Keegan nudged him, staring at him with a tight expression, making him wonder whether he'd been caught red handed in his daydreaming. His worries were put aside, however, when Keegan gave him a tiny shake of his head. He saw my annoyance, then. That's alright; I need him to know how I hate lying and wasting my time with this old man. He didn't let the guilt of slight rudeness hit him, as the devil himself had started talking, albeit slowly much to his displeasure.

"He asked me about his... condition, and I wasn't sure what to say. It was a bit of a shock that he had been ignoring me and all, and even more so when he let anger out into his voice. Yet I still didn't know what he meant, and knowing me I asked what he meant. I kept on asking what he meant, and me being a stupid bugger didn't see the anger growing in his eyes. Then...err...He sort of... lost it." Henry looked a bit confused at this, and, Hesh being the questioner he was, asked him a question.

"What do you mean 'lost it'?" Hesh almost growled, feeling confused yet somehow... angry, like the anger that had been clawing at his brother had decided to haunt him too.

Calm yourself. The rational part of his mind reasoned, knowing he was going a bit over-the-top. If you go on like this, you'll scare him away. At this thought, he looked up at Keegan and Henry, finding the latter staring at him in slight fear and Keegan in a mix of confusion and annoyance.

He realised right there and then that he was in the wrong here. In his haste to find out what had happened, he'd shut down the calm and understanding part of his mind and replaced it with something else.

Before he knew it, he was apologising. "Sorry. I'm just a bit... yeah. Maybe I should leave this to you, Keegan." He knew what he was saying was the right thing – knew that even if leaving would leave him in the dark a bit longer, it would be quicker for Keegan to hear his story without him.

With that thought, Hesh walked past them without a word and opened the door to Logan's room. He walked into the room and closed the door behind him, well aware of the two sets of eyes boring into the back of his skull.

He looked over his brother, finding the bedsheet off, showing his very damaged stomach and very damaged pants he had worn throughout their journey through the forest. His eyes wandered up his body; his bruised and cut ridden legs probably the best in all of his brother's injuries. He saw his right Achilles heel, slightly bruised, and his left ankle having a large bandage wrapped around the midsection; a chunk of it having been taken off from the fall. His arms were very bruised and had multiple cuts surrounding them, his hands wrapped in bandages from the rather deep scraped he had received. His wrists were only badly bruised, still purple even after two days in hospital. Bother his shoulders were bandaged tightly, one securing a bullet wound and the other holding the dodgy relocation of his once dislocated shoulder.

Hesh looked away, knowing that what he would see next would hurt him. Go ahead. You need to see if the doctors are correct in the extent of his injuries. Hesh, now feeling newfound determination, looked over at his brother's midsection.

His stomach was covered in bandages, yet it didn't stop the purple and blue and yellow bruises that occupied the space, it didn't stop the multiple scars from his torture to show, and it certainly didn't stop the nausea that hit him like a he had been hit by a train.

Don't get sick. Don't even think about how he got them. Just look at his face. And he did. He watched the pained face of his brother, peace somehow refusing to claim him. He saw the cut above his right eye, three stiches residing there with special medical tape. He saw the tenseness of his jaw where he seemed to be clenching his teeth. If Logan opened his eyes, Hesh could only imagine the pain, anger and sorrow that would reside in them.

Hesh stood there for another minute, just staring at his brother, no thoughts coming to mind. He stared at the man he had been desperately trying to find for a year. He stared at the man he couldn't hope to hug and cry and talk to, and all because he had amnesia. All because of Rorke.

The name sent anger racing through his once depressed mind, yet no curse words could reach him.

Maybe it was the fact he hadn't slept since the boat ride. Maybe it was being in Logan's presence. Whatever one it was, he knew that he just had to stop racing around and stop panicking and...and...

He was at a blank. No thoughts to calm his troubled thoughts.

Nothing.

Then: sit down.

And he did. He walked over, somewhat hypnotic, and sat in the closest chair beside Logan, closest to the wall and, thankfully, held cover for all of the windows except for the ones leading into the outside world.

He stared at Logan, before finding his right hand hanging out of his temporary bed and, without thinking about it, took his limp hand in his own.

Oh, Logan. You've been through so much and...and I don't know how to comfort you. You seem so troubled, yet I can't ask you what is wrong because you shut me out. I can't tell you everything's going to be alright because I don't know myself. I can't tell you I miss you and that I love you because you can't remember me or the Ghosts or dad...and it's killing me. God, Logan...why do you have to make everything so difficult? He sudden torrent in words brought the tears crashing down, making him look down at the ground in a depressed manner. Why, Logan? Just why?

Why do you have to make this so hard for me?