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The boys were quiet on the drive to Anaheim. Carlos was still angry at James and would throw a glare his way every now and then, but James didn't seem to notice, he was too lost in his own thoughts.

Logan looked at his two friends, unsure of what to say. On one hand he could understand James' feelings of betrayal, on the other hand, Camille and Carlos were right. Kendall would never do what James, and he, thought he'd done.

Harrison looked at them through the rearview mirror wondering what was bothering the normally lively teens. "Is everything alright sirs?"

Carlos was sitting facing the rear of the limo, so he turned around and kneeled on the seat, poking his head through the partition. "Can I ask you something?" Carlos asked quietly.

"Of course Mr. Carlos, how may I help you?"

"When you brought Kendall home last night, who else was in the limo?"

"I'm afraid I didn't drive Mr. Kendall home last night, sir. Mr. Griffin has hired a service since I will be with you and the other boys on these day long excursions," Harrison said.

"Oh," Carlos said, disappointed. He'd been hoping Harrison could confirm what Kendall had told him so that he could prove to James that Kendall wasn't lying.

"I believe the driver's name is Parker though. He drove for Mr. Griffin while I was on vacation last year," Harrison said.

Carlos sighed, "I guess we won't be seeing him."

"There's a good chance that I will, was there something you needed?" Harrison asked.

"Will you see him tonight or tomorrow before we leave?" Carlos asked hopeful.

"I believe so," Harrison smiled.

"Great! Could you ask him what I asked you?"

"Certainly," Harrison said.

"Thanks Harrison, you're the best!" Carlos said as he sat back down.

After riding in silence for a few more minutes Logan decided to try and break the tension. "So, what do you guys want to see first?"

"I don't know," James said.

"Carlos?"

"Maybe the Star Wars one?" Carlos said without much enthusiasm.

"That sounds good, I was thinking the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror," Logan smiled.

Carlos looked at James who was staring out the window, "James, didn't you always want to go on the Pirates of the Caribbean?"

"Yeah, we can do whatever though," James said quietly.

Carlos sighed, knowing he needed to apologize. He couldn't very well be mad at Logan for taking sides when he was doing the same thing. "I'm sorry I punched you, I shouldn't have done that. I know you're hurting too, and I'm still here for you," Carlos said softly.

"It's okay, I deserved it. I shouldn't have said what I said," James said.

Carlos looked at Logan sadly. He wished he hadn't promised Kendall not to tell about the cologne. He knew it would help to make things better if James only knew. He had an idea and turned around and poked his head back through the partition.

"Can I ask you something else?"

"Of course Mr. Carlos," Harrison said.

"If you promise someone NOT to tell someone else something, even if you know it'll make things better, is it okay to tell someone else and THEY can tell the first someone that you promised not to tell?" Carlos asked.

Harrison was quiet for a moment as he sorted through what the teen had asked. "Will someone be in danger if you don't?"

"No..."

"Then I'm afraid that telling someone else with the hopes that they will tell the person about whom the promise was made, would still be breaking that promise, sir," Harrison told him.

"Darn it," Carlos said. He was thinking that if he explained to Logan about the cologne HE could tell James and Carlos would still be keeping his promise.

"I am sorry Mr. Carlos, but that would be my interpretation of it," Harrison said.

"It's okay, I kinda of figured it was a long shot," Carlos said as he sat back down.

Logan looked at him, "What was that all about?"

"Nothing," Carlos said.

Logan sighed and looked over at James, who was still staring out the window. "James, maybe you should call Kendall, if only to apologize for this morning. I think you'll feel better."

James looked over at him, "I know I should, but I just don't know."

"Know what? Just call him and say you're sorry for what happened this morning. This way it'll be out of the way and you can get through the day without worrying about it," Logan said.

"I'm NOT worried about it," James snapped.

"You should be," Carlos said quietly.

"Why? I didn't start this," James said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You did this morning. All Kendall needed was the car keys and you said TWO mean things about him," Carlos said, trying not to lose his temper again.

"Yeah, well maybe he shouldn't be...doing what he's doing," James hissed, not wanting Harrison to hear.

"Well maybe he's NOT doing what you think he's doing," Carlos said.

James went to respond but Logan pushed the button to close the partition and glared at his two friends. "Stop it! Stop it NOW! James just call him and Carlos, calm down," Logan ordered.

"Fine, I'll call him," James said, pulling out his phone. He punched in Kendall's number and waited for either Kendall to answer or his voicemail. He had no idea what to say but he needed to get the apology over with.

It rang four times when Kendall answered, his voice was hushed, "H-Hello?"

James heard the hesitation in Kendall's voice and immediately regretted calling. "Hey, I just wanted to say I was sorry for what I said this morning. It was a mean thing to say and I'm sorry."

"I-It's okay. James we really need to talk and..." Kendall started.

"Look, I just called to say I was sorry and that's it. What I said before still goes, I don't want to talk to you for awhile. I have to go now, bye," James said as he hung up.

He looked over and saw both of his friends staring at him, "What?"

"That was a terrible apology," Logan said.

"I said I would apologize, I didn't say I was going to talk to him," James said, putting his phone away.

Carlos shook his head, "Not cool James, really not cool."

"Well I'm sorry, but it's the best I can do right now," James said, turning to look back out the window. He was getting close to breaking down, but refused to allow it. Right now it was just easier to keep his distance from Kendall and he didn't want to fight about it, it was his decision.


Kendall was answering questions when he felt his phone vibrate. He glanced at the screen and stood up. "I'm sorry, I have to take this. I'll be right back," he said ignoring Griffin's glares as he left the room.

He hit talk as he headed for the hallway. His heart was pounding so hard that he was sure it was going to burst from his chest.. "H-Hello?"

James voice came on the line, "Hey, I just wanted to say I was sorry for what I said this morning. It was a mean thing to say and I'm sorry."

Kendall smiled a little and felt his eyes tear up, "I-It's okay. James we really need to talk and..."

"Look, I just called to say I was sorry and that's it. What I said before still goes, I don't want to talk to you for awhile. I have to go now, bye," James said and then hung up.

Kendall stood there looking at his phone and felt his heart break in two.

"Finished?" Griffin asked in an annoyed tone.

"I guess so," Kendall said as he followed Griffin back to the office.

An hour later the question and answer session had ended and Griffin's people were going over the predictions for the next year's profits.

Kendall stared at the screen, not listening, not caring. He was going over what had happened the day before, trying to put everything together. He glanced at Griffin and wondered why he'd told James that he was out with Jessica and decided that when they broke for lunch, he was going to ask him.

About half an hour later Griffin told everyone that lunch would be waiting in the conference room and that they would continue the meeting there at about two. Everyone wandered out, but Kendall stayed where he was. Griffin looked at him, "Do want me to have lunch brought in for you again?"

"I'm not really hungry. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Griffin said.

"Why did you tell James that I was out with Jessica last night?" Kendall asked.

"He must have misunderstood. He came by when we were on a break and I told him that after the meeting I would have Jessica take you home and, depending on what time we finished, stop and get you some dinner," Griffin said.

Kendall looked at the older man and knew he was lying, but he didn't know why. "That's probably it then."

"Why?" Griffin asked.

"We were suppose to do something and he thought I blew him off," Kendall said carefully.

"Well, do you want me to speak with him?"

"No, that's okay. I'm sure he'll get over it," Kendall said, not taking his eyes off of Griffin.

Griffin started getting fidgety under the teen's stare and broke eye contact. "Well, I'll have Eileen bring you some lunch."

"Thank you," Kendall said still watching him.

"I'll see you later," Griffin said as he walked out the door.

Kendall pulled out his phone and dialed James' number and when it went to voicemail he called Carlo. "Hey buddy, how are things there?" Carlos asked.

"Hey, I really need to talk to James. I asked Griffin about what he said last night and he's lying about something."

"Okay, hold on," Carlos said. Kendall could hear Carlos say something and then James tell him, no.

For a minutes there was silence and then James came on the line, "What?"

"James, I really need to talk to you about Griffin. He lied to you last night and he just lied to me about what he said to you," Kendall rushed out.

"Look, I don't know how many times I have to say this but I don't want to talk to you right now," James said.

"James please! I asked Griffin why he told you I was out with Jessica and he said that that's not what he said," Kendall told him.

"Oh, so now I'm a liar?" James asked.

"No, what I'm saying..." Kendall started.

"You know what? I never thought that I'd have to worry you hurting me the way Jo hurt you, but I guess I was wrong! Maybe you two were a perfect match after all. Now STOP calling me!" James yelled as he hung up.

Kendall sat there trying to breathe and fighting back tears. "That's not true, that's not what happened," he said quietly. The door opened and he quickly put his phone away and tried to look like nothing was wrong.

"Lunch," Eileen smiled.

"Thank you," Kendall said, not meeting her eyes.

"Are you alright?"

Kendall nodded, "Just a headache."

"I have some ibuprofen," Eileen offered.

"That'd be great," Kendall said.

She left and returned a minute later. "Here you go," she said holding out a small bottle.

"Thank you," Kendall said as he poured two out.

"Anytime, if you need more and I'm not at my desk, the bottle is in the top right hand drawer," she said.

He gave her a small smile and nodded, "Thanks."

"If you need anything else, just let me know," she smiled as she closed the door behind her.

Kendall pushed the lunch tray away and went and grabbed a bottle of orange juice from the fridge. He swallowed the two pills and sat back down, debating on calling Carlos, but decided against it. He couldn't understand where everything went wrong, he loved James so much and now he was losing him.

He sat there lost in thought when he felt something wet on his hand. He looked down and saw a drop blood, "Great, just what I need." He grabbed a napkin from the tray and held it to his face, applying pressure to the bridge of his nose. Once the bleeding stopped he got up and went to the restroom and washed his face.

Kendall's phone vibrated and he looked at the screen, "Hey Carlos."

"Are you okay? I would have called sooner but we had a bunch of fans show up," Carlos said.

"I'm fine," Kendall said.

Carlos sighed, "James is just being...stupid. What were you trying to tell him?"

"It doesn't matter," Kendall said as he walked back to the office.

"Kendall..."

"I'm sorry Carlos, I'm just really tired right now. I think I'm going to try and get a little rest before the meeting starts back up," Kendall said wearily.

"Alright, but I want to know what you found out," Carlos said.

"Okay, I'll talk to you later," Kendall said as he sat down.

"Please eat something though, you didn't have any breakfast."

"I know, I'll see you tonight," Kendall said as he hung up. He finished drinking his orange juice and took a bite of his sandwich. A few minutes later he found it hard to keep his eyes open so he rested his head on his arms and was soon asleep.


The meet and greet ended and Carlos grabbed James by the arm and pulled him to the side. "How could you say those things to him? How could you be so mean!?"

"Look, I told him I didn't want to talk to him and I meant it. I asked him to give me some time and instead he calls me with some lame story about Griffin and calling me a liar!" James snapped.

"That is NOT what he meant and you know it!" Carlos said.

"Will you two quiet down? Do you really want people to overhear this conversation?" Logan said as he joined them.

"No," the other boys said.

"James I know you're upset, but that was really low," Logan said as he pushed James and Carlos into an empty room.

"You know what? I don't care right now, I'm mad and I have every right to be mad. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go hang out with a couple of fans who asked me to join them for lunch," James said as he pushed past his two friends.

"What are we going to do?" Carlos asked quietly as he watched his friend storm off.

"I don't know Carlos, hopefully we can get him to listen tonight. Right now we should probably just let him have his space," Logan said.


James got outside and took off running. He knew he shouldn't have said what he said, but he was was exhausted and couldn't take anymore. He knew he should have given Kendall a chance to explain, but it all hurt too much and he was afraid. Afraid that if he let Kendall back in right now, that their friendship would be over too, and he couldn't take that.

He slowed to a walk and just kept going, lost in his own thoughts. Kendall was the first person he'd ever truly been in love with. The first person he trusted to let in all the way, and now this. He thought about what his mom would do in this situation and took a deep breath. "Shields in place," James thought to himself as he forced a smile on his face.


The first thing he was aware of was the pain that wracked his body, the second was that he was incredibly cold. He could hear muted sounds of voices and traffic and struggled to open his eyes. He finally managed to open them and looked around in confusion, he was lying on the ground next to a dumpster.

He tried to sit up and a horrific pain shot through him. He fought back tears as he managed to pull himself upright. Using the dumpster to steady himself, he managed to stand. Sharp pain went through both his legs and up his spine and his legs threatened to give out. He bit his lip as he pulled himself over to the brick wall, using it for support.

He took a tentative step and the pain shot through him again. He let out a strangled cry, but managed to stay on his feet. He took another step and nearly doubled over from the pain. He continued pulling himself along the wall until he reached the end of the alley. He looked around trying to find a landmark and saw the park across the street.

"Home," he said as he pushed off the wall and made for the street. He rested against a lamppost to try and catch his breath, and jumped when it turned on after a moment. He realized it was getting late and took a deep breath as he made his way to the street. He stepped off the curb and his legs gave out and he landed on his knees.

Someone grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back up. "Hey, are you okay?" an older man asked.

Kendall pulled away, shaking.

"What happened to you?" the man asked still advancing towards him.

Kendall shook his head and backed into the street, narrowly avoided being hit by a sedan. They honked and adrenaline kicked in and Kendall hurried across the street. His chest and abdomen were hurting now and his legs were getting weaker. He could barely take the pain so he rested against a tree. After a moment he slid down until he was curled up on his side at the base of the tree.

Kendall struggled through the fog in his mine, trying to remember what had happened and how he got here. One thing made it's way through the confusion...James. Kendall sat up, ignoring the shooting pain that went up his spine and hugged his knees to his chest. He could barely keep his head up so he rested it on his arms. He felt tears welling up in his eyes as James' words came back to him.

He started rocking back and forth as desperation took over. He knew something bad had happened but he couldn't remember what. He only remembered begging James to help him and James telling him to go away. "He left me there," Kendall whispered.

He heard a voice and looked up. Mr. Roberts was kneeling next to him and asking him something. Kendall pulled back when he reached out to him.

"I can't understand you son, can you say that again?"

"He left me there, he left me there, he left me there," Kendall whispered again.

"Who left you where?" Sam asked gently.

"Hey, is he alright? He ran into the street and nearly got hit." Sam looked over and saw an older man in a business suit standing about ten yards away. He was holding a phone and pointing towards Kendall.

"Did you see what happened?" Sam asked.

The man shook his head, "He came out of the alley, looks like someone worked him over pretty good. Do you know him?"

Sam nodded, "He's a friend of the family."

"Do you want me to call the police?"

"Yeah, could you tell them what you saw? Also, tell them that my name is Samuel Roberts and I'm a retired detective. I'd wait for them but I think it would freak him out more than anything. Let them know that I'm going to be taking him to Cedars-Sinai and they can meet us there," Sam said, turning his attention back to Kendall. The teen was still hugging his knees and his eyes were squeezed shut.

"Kendall, can you talk to me?" Sam asked softly.

Kendall looked at him, "I-I know you?"

Sam smiled, "Yes, I'm Camille's dad, remember?"

"C-Cami?"

"Yes, Cami. Can you tell me who did this to you?" Sam asked.

Kendall shook his head and started shaking again.

"Are you cold?" Sam asked, taking off his jacket.

Kendall nodded.

"Okay, I'm going to put this around your shoulders," Sam said as he moved to wrap it around the boy.

Kendall tensed up and Sam stopped for a second. "I'm not going to hurt you," he promised. Kendall nodded and Sam wrapped it around him.

"Dad!" Camille called from the street where she'd parked the car.

He waved to her, "I might need your help."

Camille nodded and headed over to him. She stared in shock at Kendall, his left eye was swollen, his lower lip was split, and bruises covered most of his face. She felt her eyes tear up, "Oh, Kendall."

"He's going to be okay, right buddy?" Sam asked.

Kendall didn't answer, just pulled the jacket tighter around him.

Sam looked at Camille, "We need to get him to the car, then I want you to call Olivia and have her meet us at the hospital."

Camille nodded, "Okay."

"Kendall, do you think you can stand?" Sam asked.

When he didn't look up or answer Camille kneeled down next to him and took his hand, "Come on Kendall, we'll help you."

He looked at her and took a ragged breath, "H-He left me there, he hates me."

Camille reached over and brushed his bangs back, "Sweetie he doesn't hate you, but I promise that I'm gonna slap him into next Sunday if he doesn't straighten up."

"She'll do it too," Sam smiled.

"H-Home," Kendall said.

"We'll take you home after we get you checked out," Sam promised, taking Kendall's left hand. Kendall yanked it back and cradled it in his other hand.

"Let me see," Sam said gently. He pulled back the sleeve a little and winced when he saw the swollen and discolored wrist. He knew there was a good chance that it was broken.

"Who did this?" Camille asked, tears in her eyes.

Kendall shook his head and started rocking back and forth again.

"Alright, let's get you to the car," Sam said, taking Kendall's upper arm and pulling him up. He steadied Kendall on the left and Camille put his right arm around her neck. "Let's go slowly," Sam said.

Camille nodded and they had only taken a few steps before Kendall screamed and doubled over. Sam held him up as best he could, but knew his back wouldn't let him hold the teen up for long. He shook his head, "This isn't going to work, I can't carry him," he said as he carefully lowered Kendall to the ground.

Kendall curled up on the ground, nearly hyperventilating. Camille sat next to him and pulled his head into her lap. She stroked his hair, "It's okay, you just need to breathe."

Sam silently cursed himself and his weak back as he pulled out his phone to call an ambulance. He'd wanted to avoid putting the boy through that, but it seemed as if he had no choice.

"Do you need help?"

"YES!" Camille said, looking up at Jett Stetson.

"What happened?" Jett asked.

"I think he was mugged. I have a bad back and can't get him to the car," Sam said.

"I can help, if you think he'll let me," Jett offered. There was no love loss between the two young men, but things had been more amicable since Jo had left.

"That would be great, I really don't want to have to call an ambulance," Sam said gratefully.

"Daddy, maybe we should just drive the car over here?" Camille suggested.

Sam nodded and Jett gave him a hand up. "That'll help," he said. He walked over to his car and drove it through the park to where the others were waiting.

Camille leaned down and whispered in Kendall's ear, "Try not to say anything, Jett's helping us get you into the car."

Kendall nodded. The pain had lessened once he was off his feet and he felt his head getting thick again, "H-Home."

"Soon sweetie," Camille promised.

"Alright, let's try this again," Sam said.

"Where do you want me?" Jett asked.

"If you could that the right, I'll take the left," Sam said.

Jett nodded.

"Okay buddy, you ready to do this?" Sam asked Kendall.

Kendall nodded although he only understood a few words of what Sam was saying.

"Camille, you sit in back with him and call Olivia once we have him strapped in," Sam said.

Camille nodded, "Okay."

Sam looked at Jett, "We need to be careful, he might have some broken bones."

Jett nodded and put his arms under Kendall, lifting him off Camille's lap. She quickly scooted out and went to stand by her dad's car.

A minute later Sam and Jett had Kendall up and moving slowly to the car. Kendall's legs wouldn't hold him so Jett supported most of his weight.

"He's not looking so good, maybe we should call an ambulance?" Jett suggested.

"I can get him there faster and don't think he'd tolerate it very well. I have a friend who's a doctor and she's very good at making sure that people aren't bothered by the press," Sam said.

"That's a good thing, the paparazzi can be relentless," Jett said as they got to the car. Jett climbed in the back, pulling Kendall with him. He climbed out the other side and held Kendall's shoulders up as Camille got in. She put on her seatbelt and pulled Kendall's head back into her lap.

"Thanks Jett, I really appreciate it," Camille said.

He nodded, "Let me know how he's doing."

"I will," she promised.

Sam reached in and loosened the seatbelt and then pulled it under and around Kendall and latched it. The teen whimpered, but didn't say anything.

Sam closed the door and then climbed in the driver's side. "Call Olivia and tell her we should be there in about fifteen minutes."

Camille nodded and pulled out her phone. She dialed a number and when they answered explained what was going on. "Okay, thank you," she said and hung up. "She just left so she's turning around, she should get there about the same time we we do. She said she'll call the hospital and let them know we're on our way."

"Thanks honey, how's he doing?"

Camille looked down at her friend. His eyes were closed and he was taking quick, shallow breaths. "I'm not sure, please hurry daddy."

"I'm going as fast as I can sweetheart, we should be there soon," Sam said trying to reassure his daughter.

"Okay."

"Do you have Jennifer's number?" Sam asked.

"No, I'm but sure the guys do. Did you want me to call Logan?"

"Yeah, just tell him that I need to ask her something. I don't want them panicking right now," Sam said.

Camille dialed Logan's number and it rang four times before going to voicemail. She put her hand over the receiver, "He's not answering, do you want me to leave a message/"

"Just tell him to call you back," Sam said as he pulled into the hospital emergency parking lot.

"Hey Logan, it's Camille can you call me when you get this?" she asked and then hung up.

Sam got out and ran inside, returning a moment later with nurses, medics, and a gurney. A tall, attractive woman with auburn hair styled in a short bob, was talking to Sam as they walked to the car. Olivia Burns had been friends with Sam and Janine Roberts since high school. She moved to California to attend Stanford Medical University, but she'd remained good friends with the Roberts.

"You're going to be okay, Olivia will take care of you," Camille promised Kendall.

Sam opened Camille's door and Olivia smiled at Camille, "Hey kiddo, how's he doing?"

"I think he's sleeping," Camille said, smiling back in relief.

"Let's take a look," Olivia said climbing in on the rear driver's side. She sat on the edge of the seat and pulled the stethoscope from around her neck. She carefully placed the chest piece over Kendall's heart and listened and then moved it to his lungs.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I don't know, we were walking in the park and found him lying under a tree," Camille said.

"Someone else said they saw him come out of an alley and run into traffic," Sam told her.

Olivia nodded, "Let's get him inside." She climbed out and directed the medics as they pulled Kendall out of the car. A minute later they had him secured to the gurney and rushed him inside to one of the actual rooms used for trauma.

Olivia looked at the head nurse, "Let's get his vitals and I want a full blood panel, including a PCV and CBC."

"They did bloodwork the other day and the doctor said he's anemic," Camille said.

"Do you know who the doctor was?" Olivia asked.

"No, just someone that Griffin brought in," Camille said.

"Griffin?" Olivia asked as she put an oxygen mask on the teen.

"His boss, they sent home iron pills and vitamins," Camille said.

"Do you know when?"

"He started not feeling well last Friday and I think he saw the doctor on Monday," Camille said, trying to remember the conversations with Logan.

"He only sent home supplements?"

Camille nodded.

"Camille, I know he's your friend but I need you to tell me if he uses drugs," Olivia said, as she shined a light in Kendall's eyes.

"What! No, why?"

"His eyes are dilated...but there are also signs of pitikia," Olivia said.

"What's that?" Camille asked.

"Broken blood vessels," Olivia said as she pushed Kendall's collar down and saw dark bruising around his throat. "Let's get a collar on him and his jacket off," she told the nurse.

"Careful, I think his left arm may be broken," Sam said.

Olivia checked Kendall's arm while the nurse put a cervical collar around his neck. A moment later they had managed to get his jacket off. "We're going to need pictures of his arm and neck," Olivia told the nurse who nodded and went to call the radiologist.

Another nurse handed her a clipboard and Olivia went over the information. "Temp is 95.2, his PCV is at 32% and his platelet count is at 79,000. Let's get him started on ringers and put a rush on the rest of the bloodwork. Do a blood type and match for a possible transfusion," Olivia ordered.

"Yes doctor," the nurse said and ran off to gather supplies.

"We need a warming blanket and let's put in a call to his boss to find out the doctor's name so we can get the previous blood results for comparison. We also need to contact his parents, " Olivia said.

"His mom's put of town and I don't have her number, but I left a message for Logan and he should be calling me back anytime," Camille said.

"What about his dad?"

"He died a few years ago," Camille said.

"Maybe his phone?" a nurse asked as she pulled it and his wallet from his jacket pocket.

Olivia took it and tried to turn it on. "Battery's dead, could you see if we can find a charger to fit it please?" Olivia asked, handing it back to the nurse.

"Wait a minute, he has his wallet and phone?" Sam asked, picking up Kendall's jacket. He opened the wallet, "Debit card, driver's license, and twenty-two dollars cash."

"Why, what's the problem?" Olivia asked.

"We thought it was a mugging...what mugger leaves cash behind?"

Olivia looked down at Kendall and took one of his hands, "Did you notice that there's no blood on his clothes or hands?"

Sam looked at the jacket and realized she was right, "What the hell is going on?"

She pushed Kendall's bangs back to take a closer look at the wounds on his face. "These are new, so are the bruises on his throat." She put her face closer and sniffed Kendall's hair, "It smells like his hair has just been washed, and with an expensive smelling shampoo." She ran her fingers through the hair on sides and back of head, "It's still damp underneath."

Sam looked over at his daughter, "Cami, can you try calling Logan again?"

She nodded and started for the hallway. "Why don't you go wait in my office until we get him into a room," Olivia suggested.

"Okay," Camille said quietly and left to call Logan again.

"Let's bypass calling his boss. Call all the labs and find out where the bloodwork was done and have them send the results immediately," Olivia said to the head nurse.

The nurse nodded and headed to the nurse's station to make the calls. Olivia picked up the phone in the room and called the hospital lab. "This is Dr. Burns in the ER, I need you to add testing for controlled substances to Kendall Knight's bloodwork. Make sure you include all known predatory drugs as well, and I need that stat. Yes...thank you."

"The catheter is finally in doctor, his veins are are terrible and I blew two of them," the head nurse said apologetically.

"It's alright, run ringers at 250 ml. per hour until we get the rest of his bloodwork back. Call the hematologist and let them know we may be sending them the results for interpretation," Olivia said.

"Yes Dr. Burns," she said and went to make the call.

Kendall stirred and Olivia reached down and squeezed his hand. "Kendall, can you hear me?"

"M-Mama?"

She smiled and brushed his hair back, "No sweetheart, we're trying to get ahold of her though. My name's Olivia and I'm a friend of Sam and Camille's."

Kendall tried to focus on what she was saying but it felt like his head was going to explode. "C-Cami?"

"That's right, she's out in the hallway calling your friend, Logan."

Kendall's breathing picked up, "He left me there."

"Who left you where sweetie?"

"I c-called him and asked him to help me and he left me there," Kendall said, his eyes filling with tears.

Olivia looked at Sam. "I think he's talking about his friend, James," he said.

"Kendall, can you tell me what happened? Where did you need him to get you from?" Olivia asked.

"Don't 'member," he said, starting to close his eyes.

"Kendall, stay with me. Can you tell me where you hurt?" Olivia asked.

"Ev'ryting hurts," he said, slurring his words.

"What hurts the most?"

"Wanna sleep," he whimpered.

"In just a minute, I need to you to tell me where it hurts," Olivia repeated.

"Huh?" Kendall said as he lost consciousness.

The monitors staring beeping, "Blood pressure has dropped to 80/40," the nurse reported.

"Damn it... alright I need a 20 gauge catheter and get that blood up here. Prepare for an external jugular stick," Olivia ordered as she checked the other monitors.

The nurse brought her a tray as Olivia undid the cervical collar. She pulled on some gloves and swabbed Kendall's neck and then took the catheter that the nurse had opened for her. Another nurse came running in with two bags filled with blood and hung them on the IV pole at the head of the bed.

"Pressure's down to 70/40, respiration is at 30, pulse is thready," the nurse reported.

"Alright, open ringers full and pull up .50 Epi. Don't administer it unless I give the go ahead though," Olivia ordered. She took a deep breath and inserted the catheter into Kendall's jugular. It flashed and she pulled the needle and secured the catheter with tape. Then she took the line from the first bag of blood and attached it to the catheter, and opened it full. She released the breath she'd been holding when it flowed properly.

"Blood pressure is back up to 80/40," the nurse said.

"Good continue close monitoring," Olivia said.

Another nurse came in with a clipboard, "Blood results."

"Thank you,"Olivia said grabbing it and going over the paperwork. She looked over at Sam and motioned for him to join her.

"What is it?"

"Tested positive for a low dose of Ketamine. There's also another drug that they haven't been able to identify yet."

"Damn it," Sam cursed.

"We need to notify the police," Olivia said.

"They should be here any minute. The man who saw him come from the alley was calling them," Sam told her.

Olivia nodded and looked over at the nurses who were monitoring, "Get him into a gown, put on gloves, and bag and tag everything."

The head nurse nodded and and grabbed some evidence bags from the cupboard. "Is it alright to cut them or do you want us to try and remove them in one piece?"

"Cutting's fine, I don't want to risk moving him right now. Just make sure everything that goes together IS together."

The nurse nodded and got some blunt nosed scissors from the drawer and sat them on the bed next to Kendall. Another nurse held the bags open for her as she dropped first his shoes, and then his socks into separate bags and labeled each one.

She picked up the scissors and carefully cut the left leg of his jeans, just above the outer seam. She was nearly up to his knee when she saw a bruise that nearly circled his ankle. She continued cutting until she saw a similar bruise around the top of his knee. "Doctor..."

"Yes?" Olivia asked.

The nurse gestured for her and Olivia walked over to the woman. She pointed at the unusual bruises and Olivia gently touched them. "Keep going," she said.

The nurse nodded and cut the jeans until she reached the waistband.

Olivia pulled the cloth apart and saw similar bruising go up his leg, stopping about eight inches from the top of his thigh. She looked over at Sam and nodded.

He clenched his jaw as he pulled out his phone to make sure that the police were on their way.