Ok guys, time for a new chapter! Logan running away wasn't originally going to be in the story, but it obviously is now. Also, last chapter I wrote exretion instead of expression, so sorry. Alright, I would like to thank anonymous for reviewing. Anim3Fan4Ever, also for reviewing. Bubzchoc, for reviewing. Witnessgreatness21, your questions will be answered now, yay! And I'm glad you like my story. And finally Logan Henderson Is Mine, also for reviewing. Sorry for any mistakes ahead of time, because I can't spell today. Alright, time to get on with this chapter! J
"Logan!" Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell, Ms. Knight, Katie, Kendall, James, and Carlos all ran over to the unconscious figure in the doorway. Kendall twisted his body to the side. Logan's face was blank, his right ankle was free of his red cast, and there were a few scratches were he tried to cut his cast off.
"I'll go get some water," James said, going to the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water and uncapped it. James came back over to Logan and sprinkled some of it on his face. Logan eyes twitched and then fluttered open.
"Logan, sweetie!" Joanna pushed her way through the crowd and crouched next to her son. "Don't you ever do that again!" She said pointing a finger at her son. She put her hand under his head to support Logan's neck as if he were a young child. Tears streamed down her face.
Logan looked down at his aching ankle. His face twisted in pain again, tears of pain and regret formed in his eyes. "I'm sorry Momma," Logan said, not caring if his friends heard him call his mom, Momma. "I know, Logie. I know." She pulled him into a hug. "I'm just glad your ok."
"Come on, let's get you off the floor," Mr. Mitchell said, picking up his son softly. Logan cried out in pain anyway. "Shh," Mr. Mitchell shushed his son. He set him down on the couch, earning another scream form Logan.
"What happened?" Katie asked him.
"I-I left," Logan stuttered.
"Obviously," James said. Kendall jabbed him in the ribs. "Ow!" He said in protest.
"Shut up," Kendall said.
"Why did you leave, sweetie?" Mrs. Knight asked Logan.
"Because . . . Everyone was against me. No one wanted to help me. So . . . I took matters into my own hands," Logan explained, yawning.
"What do you mean?" Carlos asked him.
"I left," Logan said again, still not explaining what had happened.
"Ok, tell us what happened from when we left your room last night to right now," Kendall said, realizing the other way wasn't working. Logan sighed, "Ok."
Flashback (italicized)
"Get some sleep," Joanna Mitchell said, closing the door behind her. Logan sighed, he didn't understand why they all thought he should be stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of his life. He sure didn't want to be.
Logan laid there, thinking of what his life would be like without being able to walk. He (being Logan) went to all the negatives and forgot about any positives. He couldn't live in his own house because he would always need help with something, whether it be going to the bathroom or going somewhere. He would always need help.
Logan's thoughts drifted to the bet he had made with Gustavo. He had a year to walk again or he was kicked out of the band. He couldn't do that. He had to take action. And that's how the idea came to Logan.
Logan heard Kendall's soft snoring. He figured the rest of the household was asleep to, so he got out of bed without getting into his wheel chair. He stood on one foot. Logan didn't want to try hopping yet, he was afraid he'd make to much noise. So he got down on hands and knees and crawled to his dresser.
Crawling was more painful than he thought it would be. He tried to hold in the cries of pain the best he could.
He got to his dresser, opened the top drawer, and grabbed a pair of socks. He put it in his mouth and bit down on it. He stood up with the support of the dresser's handles, and tried to hop to the door. He barley finished one hop before he crumpled to the floor. Instead of crying out in pain, he bit down harder on the sock. Tears came to his eyes, but he didn't let them fall. They made him feel weak. He stood up slowly and tried to hop again. He fell in pain. The tears were dangerously close to falling. He knew this kind of pain would bring tears to Kendall's eyes, it hurt that bad. Logan bit harder on the sock and got up again.
He continued this until he made it to the door and he could hold himself against the doorframe. He breathed hard, biting on the sock, trying to make the tears go away. When he thought he was ready he hopped to the kitchen. It took him a lot of falling and getting back up, but he made it. He searched in a drawer on his knees for a dermal knife. He wanted the cast off. He switched to a different drawer. Even moving on just his knees was painful.
Soon Logan found the dermal knife and the cut-off blade attachment. Logan crawled over to the bathroom. He wanted to take off the cast in the bathroom just incase anyone got up. He turned on the light and started to saw away at his cast. He knew he should have been doing this with another person, but right now, there was no one.
Cutting through the cast was harder than he expected. He sawed at it harder. It seemed to take forever. He wasn't expecting when he cut through the fiberglass and started cutting the fabric underneath, for the fabric to cut so easily. He accidentally cut to hard and cut his skin. "Ah!" Logan said. He slowed his sawing so he didn't cut himself again. He didn't do very well. By the time he had the cast off his arm, he had a rash and a couple new scratches. Logan put the dermal knife in a bathroom drawer so no one would find it.
He stood slowly and took a hop. He almost collapsed, but he grabbed onto the counter next to him. Even then, he could barley keep himself up.
Logan hopped trying to grab onto something all the way to the front door. When he made it there, he opened it and hopped. He fell to the floor having nothing to grab onto, and bit on the socks. Logan crawled to the elevator and sat in as it went down. He enjoyed the break. His ankle hurt more than it ever had before. His tears were still dangerously close to falling. He was surprised that he had held them back for so long.
The elevator doors opened. Logan sighed. He wanted to quit, thinking this was a stupid idea. But he continued anyway. He stood and leaned against the elevator door. He tried hopping out without falling, but Logan had nothing to grab onto. He crawled out of the elevator instead. He crawled into the dark lobby. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He usually didn't do things like this, but he had to. Logan looked at the lobby door. That was his way out. Logan stood without using his right leg. He pushed himself up with his hands, not having anything else to pull himself up.
Logan wanted to try something. He knew it was a stupid idea and it probably wouldn't work, but he still had to see. Logan had all his weight on his left leg and was having problems keeping his balance. He moved his right leg forward and barley touched the ground. He slowly added pressure to it. Logan's face scrunched in pain. As he added more weight to his ankle, he founded it harder to fight back his tears. He tried his best to keep them back, but as he added a little bit more pressure, a tear fell. After that, he couldn't stop the rest from coming. Soon he had his foot completely down on the ground. Even so, he still didn't have all his weight on it. Logan took a deep breath and tried to take a step with his left foot. He almost screamed out in pain, but he remembered to bite down on the socks as he crumpled to the ground. He curled into a ball and tried to breath it off. Now his tears were streaming down his face and he tried his best to choke down his sobs. He laid there, curled up in a ball holding his ankle, for at least ten minutes.
Finally Logan got up slowly. He tried hopping instead of walking. He fell of course and hurt worse now that he tried to walk on it. Logan decided to crawl.
He finally made it outside. Logan didn't know what to do now. There was no taxi near by. Logan was smart enough to leave his phone off inside the apartment. Logan sighed and crawled to the side of the building. He didn't think to brink keys. He only had his wallet. He didn't know how he had managed to remember that.
Logan waited on the side of the Palm Woods for at least two hours. It was freezing and windy. It looked like it was about to rain as well. Logan had forgot a jacket. Luckily though, Logan hadn't changed into his pajamas last night. About an hour into sitting there, it started drizzling. Logan sighed, just his luck. He thought it was over. The others were going to wake up and find him sitting next to the front of the Palm Woods. Logan took the pair of socks out of his mouth and sat there.
Finally, a taxi pulled up, letting a couple come out and unload there bags. "Hey, I need a ride," Logan called to the cabbie.
"All right. Hurry up and get in," The taxi driver said. Logan nodded. He slowly stood up and tried hopping over to the cab. He fell and tried biting onto the socks that were no longer in his mouth. He bit down hard on his teeth. Logan cried out in pain, of both his ankle and his teeth.
The cabbie was surprised by the fall and cry of pain. He got out of the taxi and ran over to Logan. The couple had already gone into the building. "I-I-I'm o-o-ok," Logan said.
"No your not. Here let me help you. Do you need to go to the doctor?" Logan hadn't thought about the concerns of other people.
"No, I've already been. I'm trying to go to the nearest physical therapy place," Logan said, hoping the cabbie would just cooperate.
"Um . . . Ok." The cabbie helped Logan up and let him lean against him and walked Logan to the cab.
Soon Logan was in the cab, able to relax. He tried to slow the tears that were streaming down his face. His ankle hurt so bad. He had never felt pain like this before. It was like poisonous daggers that were on fire were stuck in Logan's ankle, and no matter how hard he tried to pull them out, he couldn't. "Are you sure you don't need to go to the doctor?" The cab driver asked.
"Y-y-yes," Logan stuttered.
"Mmmm, ok." The rest of the taxi ride was silent.
When they got there, Logan had gotten his emotions under control. "Do you need help?" The taxi driver asked.
"No, I need to do this alone."
"I think I should help."
"Please let me do this myself," Logan said opening the door. The cabbie was about to protest, but something in Logan's face must have changed his mind because he let him go. "Thank you." Logan got out of the cab and tried to hop. Logan continued the pattern of hopping and falling. Logan decided to crawl.
He made it to the door. A lady ran up to him when she saw him crawling up to the door. "What are you doing?" The lady asked.
"Coming to get therapy for my ankle," Logan said.
"Oh sweetie," She said, helping up. The name "Sweetie" was what his mom called him. A pang of guilt surged through him. He knew everyone would freak out when they noticed he was gone. They would probably think something happened to him. But he couldn't back down now, he was so close. He never excepted to get this far. He thought he was going to make to much noise or take to long to get out of there or wimp out. But he had made. The receptionist helped Logan over to chair. "What did you do sweetie?" She asked. Logan cringed. Every time she said that it made Logan even more guilty.
"Do you mind not calling me that," He said to the lady. The more she said, he knew he was going to wimp out and ask the receptionist to call for a taxi cab.
"Oh, um sure swe- I mean hon." It was a step up Logan guessed. His mom didn't call him "hon." much. "What did you do?" the lady asked.
"I broke my ankle," Logan said.
"Why don't you have a cast?" The receptionist was really nice, Logan liked her.
"I took it off."
"Why!" She looked shocked. Logan was shocked he did it too. He didn't do this kind of stuff.
"Because the doctor said I couldn't walk anymore. And now I have to walk again to stay in the band Big Time Rush or my friends have to continue without me. So I was going to try and walk again but then everyone told me I couldn't even though before, they told me I could. So I came here . . . To walk again." Logan wasn't really sure why he told her all of this. Maybe it was because the woman reminded Logan of his mother. The receptionist didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry, hon." Logan wasn't expecting that reaction. He expected her to freak out. If one of Logan's friends did that, he defiantly would freak.
"Ok well I'm going to have to check your range of motion in your ankle and I need to check some X-rays from your doctor. Did your doctor tell you to come here? Oh and by the way my name is June," June said with a welcoming smile.
"Uh, no she didn't tell me to come here. And I don't have X-rays to give you. I could get you some though. Also, I know it seems weird to help someone who can't walk, walk again. But please," Logan said.
"No, it's not weird. You have hope and a motive. I think that's wonderful. I will defiantly help you. And please try to get the X-rays soon." June smiled sympathetically. Logan smiled back.
June seemed young, maybe in her late twenties. She had light brown hair that went down to her shoulders. She had soft green eyes and a smile that made you feel like there was nothing bad in the world.
"I will," Logan said.
"I'm going to see your ankles rang of motion, ok? This will probably hurt. Especially because you can't even put weight on it." June bent down and grabbed Logan's ankle gently. Logan winced. "Ready?" June asked. Logan waited a second before answering, he needed time to brace himself.
Logan closed his eyes tight ,"Ready," He said. June ever so slightly moved Logan's foot to the right. "Ah!" Logan said. June moved it a little farther. "Ah! No please don't go any farther," Logan said, his eyes open. Tears brimmed his eyes. Logan wasn't very good with pain. He wished he could deal with pain like Kendall, James, and Carlos. The thought of them made Logan feel guilty again.
"Sorry," June said, "Lets go the other way. Ready?" Logan took a deep breath, "Yeah." June moved his foot back to the left. "No! Stop!" June hadn't gotten very far.
They continued, moving Logan's ankle down and up and back right and left. Soon tears were flowing from Logan's face and he couldn't talk anymore.
Finally, they were done with checking the rang of motion in Logan's ankle. "I'm sorry sweet- hon. but we're done with that. You don't have much motion in there, but we'll fix that."
"So what are you going to do with my ankle?" Logan asked.
"Well, there's three steps. Step one, improving the ran of motion in your foot. Step two, balance exercise. Step three, trying to improve the strength in your ankle. Right now, all you have to worry about is rang of motion. I'll explain more in detail of the other one's as we get there," June explained to Logan.
"What do we do to improve my range of motion in my ankle?" Logan asked. He was breathing hard and tears were still streaming down his face.
"Well first, lets get out of the lobby." June help Logan out of his seat, not offering Logan a wheel chair. Logan appreciated that. They went behind the receptionist desk and into a long hallway. There were a bunch of doors on either side of them. They went into a door on the left. June sat him down in a chair.
"Do you feel ok?" June asked. Logan shook his head, eyes closed. "Mmm. Ok, so for part one of your physical therapy time, there are two different exercises to improve your range of motion. One is alphabet writing."
"Excuse me?" Logan asked.
"Here I'll show you. Elevate your leg. Then with your big toe, write the letters of the alphabet, making them bigger and smaller." Logan did as he was told. June helped him lift his leg up and held it there. He then slowly tried to draw an A. Logan winced in pain. "I know it hurts, but you have to keep doing it. This is how your going to walk again," June motivated. It worked. When June said this was going to help him get back up on his feet, he finished drawing the A and started a B. Tears streamed down his face and he felt like screaming. He stopped.
"You said there was another exercise. What is it?" Logan asked, desperate to find something less painful.
"The other exercise is harder and more painful, but if you want to we can try it once you finish writing the alphabet twice," June said.
"Twice?" Logan said. He hated pain and was starting to regret coming.
"Yes twice. I know you don't want it to hurt, but thee all going to hurt. I'm sorry." Logan sighed. He looked at his scratched ankle. He wanted to walk again. He needed to do this no matter how much it hurt. Logan started moving his big toe to draw a K. He was doing small letters. June said the next set had to be a little bit bigger.
Logan continued this until he had finished the two sets of alphabet writing. "Good, I want you doing this everyday except next time, I want you to alternate between big and small letters. Do as many reps as you want. Now I'll show you the other exercise," June said. She went to a cabinet and grabbed out a towel. "Rap this around your toes and the ball of your foot like so." June rapped the towel were she said to. "Grab both ends." Logan did. "Good, now move you leg to the side so its resting in front of you on the bench." Logan slowly moved his leg over with June's help. "Good now face your leg and then slowly pull on the towel to add tension. Add it gradually." Logan faced his leg and slowly raised his toes. It hurt a lot worse than he thought it would. "Hold it," June said. Logan did for about five more seconds. Tears flowed down his face. "Good, I want you to do this everyday as well. It loosens you muscles and ligaments around your ankle." Logan nodded. "Try again."
"How many times do you want me to do this?" Logan asked. June smiled.
"Maybe about five times a day."
Logan sighed. "Ok." He lifted his toes again for as long as he could possibly handle it. And he did this three more times.
"Great! You'll have to do this till you can move your ankle again," June said.
"How long do you think that'll take? I only have a year," Logan said, worry evident in his voice.
"I'm not sure. Maybe a couple months," June said. Logan nodded.
"Will I be walking by the end of the year?" Logan asked.
"I'm not sure yet. I have to see the progress you make before I can determine anything. Also, Logan, I don't want you over working your ankle. Only do as much as I tell you to, no more and no less," June said. Logan nodded.
"Ok."
"Come back in a week, ok?"
"Ok, I will." Logan smiled through his tears. He got up but before he could try hopping, June helped him out. When they got outside, the cabbie form that morning was still there.
"I thought you may need a ride back," He said. June helped Logan in the car.
Soon he was back at the Palm Woods. "I can take it from here," Logan said. He wanted to try and walk again. He waited for the cabbie to leave, barley keeping his balance. Logan slowly put his right foot down on the ground. It hurt like heck, especially with what he had been doing to it that day. He shifted all his weight to his right foot to move his left foot forward. His foot was not even inch off the ground before he fell to the ground.
Logan couldn't hold in the sobs anymore. It was pouring rain. Logan's ankle hurt more than ever. He couldn't move for about ten minutes before he could even concentrate. It was hard for him to breath and there were black spots in his vision and he felt like tearing off his ankle. Finally Logan could crawl at the least. He got into an elevator and sat sobbing. When the doors opened, Logan crawled to the door but laid there instead of crawling out. He laid there until he heard someone coming. He crawled to apartment 2J from there. He stood and opened the door.
His friends were all on the couch. They looked at him surprised. Then he collapsed from exhaustion.
End of flashback
"And that's what happened," Logan said. He leaned against his mother who was sitting next to him. He yawned and closed his eyes. He was asleep in seconds. Joanna rapped her arms around her son. She was happy he was home safe and sound.
"Wow," Kendall said.
"Maybe we should encourage him to do this. It was wrong for us to tell him no," Ms. Knight said. No one said anything. Then one by one they nodded.
AAAAAAAHHHH! I'm so happy I'm finally done with this chapter. It took me three days! I have to say though, this is probably my longest chapter ever. Also, it's the first one that didn't end with a cliffhanger. YAY! Ok guys, sorry for taking so long to update. I don't like writing that much all at once. That's why it took me three days to write. Anyhow, reviews would be great! Food for anyone who can guess what my name means (Hint: it's on my profile page).
