Alternative Ending
James felt….sluggish. He muscles felt like lead, he can barely move, and his mind felt like it was a pile of mush. When he tried to open his eyes, he quickly snapped them shut when he saw a bright light irritating them; slowly he opened them until his orbs adjusted to the brightness. When he was more aware of his surroundings his eyes roamed around the room, there was a beeping sound close to him and with difficulty he turned his neck to see it was a machine with squiggly lines he remembered seeing a lot of medical shows. He breathed and was surprised to feel his breathe warm and close to his skin, on top of his nose and mouth he could see a plastic mask covering his lower face.
He tried to lift his hand to remove it, but it didn't move, he tried again only to have the same results. He did the same to his other arms, he slowly began to panic when he realized he couldn't move any of his limbs when he tried, they would just lay there and do nothing.
He looked around for or any type of help he could find, his neck muscles complained at the movement he was making, but ignored it. He felt his blood run cold when he saw a familiar object on top of the table with a white sheet on top of it, turning away he saw containers filled with body parts and silver cabinets and supplies making him breathe heavily in worry.
The beeping sound increased and he heard footsteps coming toward him, he turned again to see the brunette clad with a white lab coat.
After Logan lit a candle for luck in front of James's pictures in his small shrine he blew out the match and threw it away, he heard the heart monitor beeping wildly and quickly walked toward James. He silently gasped when he saw the younger male awake with a frightened expression on his features, he cursed in his mind at this problem. The brunette was sure he gave him the right amount of dosage of the syringe for James to be fully unconscious throughout the surgery.
He'll deal with that problem in a few minutes right now he has to try and calm James down before he accidentally injures himself jeopardizing his plan. With a soft touch he brushed his hair and gently smiled at him, "hey James."
He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out only breathes, "I know this looks a bit strange, but I'm just going to do a few checks so there is nothing wrong with your body."
James knew he was lying and furrowed his brows in anger at him. Logan turned and went through the silver cabinets taking out a needle and a syringe along with a bottle of a clear liquid that would make James unconscious for the next few hours. He stuck the needle inside and took out a certain amount to make sure he will stay unconscious and not have this problem again, he grabbed a few cotton swabs and an alcohol pad along before he placed the liquid away and grabbed a pair of latex gloves.
He grabbed his supplies and went back to James; the younger male watched him curiously as the brunette ripped open the wrapper and gently took his arm and used the alcohol pad to clean a small part of his skin.
James's heart began to pound furiously against his chest when he saw the brunette hold a needle in his hand placing it above his arm. Tears began falling from his eyes when he tried to yank his arm away from him, but only made it twitch slightly and made his heart monitor beep wildly.
"Shh, James, you'll only feel a pinch, I promise it won't hurt at all."
No! You're trying to do something to me, whatever it is I don't want it! He screamed in his mind.
James pleaded for him to stop with his eyes, begging him not to do this, Logan quickly turned his gaze away and clenched his teeth as he inserted the needle in his skin and released its contents in his bloodstream. James whimpered after Logan made sure every single drop went inside him and quickly cleaned his wound placing a cotton swab and a band aid in place. He got rid of his gloves and wiped his tears away before he kissed his forehead, "don't worry James, you'll only go to sleep for a few hours and you'll forget everything that happened in the last few hours, then everything will go back to the way it was."
James cried and whimpered, not wanting any of this. "Shh, it's okay James, I'm here. Shh."
I don't want you here, I don't want to be here, you should have let me died when I had the chance; didn't anything you said mean anything to you when we had sex?
James tried to keep his eyes open when he felt them drooping, he bit his bottom lip until he tasted copper trying to use the pain to stay awake.
"James," he frowned and lifted the oxygen mask to wipe the blood off of his lips, before he placed it back over his lower face. "Stop it, you'll hurt yourself, if it makes you feel better Fox is still here, he's sleeping on the sofa waiting for you."
Fox! He's okay! Is he? He gave the brunette a desperate gaze wanting to know if he was really telling him the truth. Logan interpreted his eyes and nodded before he made an X over his heart and took his hand, "I promise James he's alright and I won't hurt him for you," no matter how much I want to strangle the little mother fucker for ruining our relationship.
Logan realized that to make James happy he had to have his small companion with him, by the way he was overprotective of Fox, he decided to keep him and be extra cautious when leaving him alone with James or in the basement. He also made sure to hide the spare key; so nothing like this will ever happen again.
James seemed to relax a bit by this information, but was still fighting over the syringe he gave him. He had to try to make James relax so it would be easier to change his memories and forget this whole ordeal. Brushing his hair again, he kissed his forehead and cradled his head in his arms, "it's okay to be scared James, it's normal, but you have to think about the good out of this, we can get back together again and you'll forget all about the negative things that has happened ever happened to you."
James breathing slowed feeling his soft touch on his arm as he gently rubbed it. He had to stay awake, he had to stay awake.
"We'll soon have those dinners in the balcony, watching movies with a bowl of popcorn and drinks, dances under the moonlight, and nights of loving each other," he smiled at him as James leaned more into his touch. Logan kissed his forehead again, "I'll see you later James." He said and continued comforting him until he closed his eyes and this time didn't wake up, he waited for a few minutes to make sure he was unconscious before he gently placed his head back on the table.
He prepared his computer before he connected the wires to his temple and began the process of changing and deleting his memories.
Logan was currently pacing back and forth giving glances at the closed coffin. He knew the process was a success, he was very anxious to see James again alive and anew, it has been three days since the process and predicted that James will wake on the third day after his memories were manipulated and wake up with amnesia. It was the third day and he hoped his guess was correct, he had been exceptionally watchful over the coffin he placed him in;he made sure he placed him in a different one and hid his old dream journal in case any of his old memories resurfaced.
He gave another glance at the black coffin before he paced again, he went over the plan he made for the fifteenth time in his mind to make sure everything went smoothly and made sure he won't make the same mistakes he did before. The brunette patted his pocket making sure he had his key to the lab with him and hid the other key in a picture of James and him in front of the morgue on top of the mantle in the living room.
He also had chicken soup prepared in the kitchen in case James was hungry, since it was his favorite, he made sure to-
Bang!
He froze and turned to the coffin.
Bang! Bang!
He walked toward it and placed his hand on top of the lid.
Bang! Bang!
The coffin shook slightly under his palm. James finally woke up. Logan took a deep breath, removed the locks, and opened the lid. He took a step back and watched in excitement as he saw James sit up with his hand placed on his forehead.
His love rubbed his eyes before he turned to him and narrowed his hazel orbs at him. "Who are you? Where am I? Who am I and why does my head hurt?"
Logan stepped forward and took his hand in his and with his thumb rubbed circles on the back of his love's palm and inwardly smiled at having James back before he spoke, "I'm Logan Mitchell and your James Diamond, my boyfriend."
THE END
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