James walked around for about an hour on his own, trying to calm down. People would recognize him and he'd put on a smile and talk to them or take photos with them if they wanted. Inside he felt like he was dying. He felt guilty about speaking to Kendall the way he had, but he was just so hurt and angry. The one person he thought he could trust with everything had betrayed him.
His phone buzzed and he reluctantly looked at the caller ID and saw it was Logan. "Hello," he answered with a sigh.
"Hey...are you okay? You just took off without saying anything," Logan gently admonished.
"Just trying to clear my head," James said, deciding not to tell him about the phone call. He really didn't want another lecture right now.
"Well, we're all getting ready to head over Main Street to watch the fireworks, so you should probably meet us there," Logan suggested.
"Okay, I'll head that way now," James said, looking around to get his bearings.
"Look, there's something Carlos and I need to tell you and we think it might help, but you need to actually LISTEN to us," Logan said.
"If it's about Kendall I don't want to hear it," James said firmly.
"James, you NEED to hear this because there are some things that you're wrong about."
"I don't want to hear anything right now! Why can't you guys understand that I need time?" James asked.
"Because you and Kendall are our best friends and this is something you need to hear. If you still feel the same way afterwards...then we'll leave you alone about it. For now," Logan promised.
"Fine, but not here. I don't need anyone overhearing anything," James said.
"We can talk on the way home. Listen buddy, I really think this will help so please just hear us out," Logan asked.
"I said I'd listen and that's the only promise I'm making," James said as he made his way towards Main Street.
"Fair enough," Logan sighed. He hung up and shook his head at Carlos, "He's too stubborn for his own good."
"What did he say?" Carlos asked.
"He said he'll hear us out, but from the tone of his voice, I'm not holding my breath," Logan told him.
"He HAS to listen," Carlos said.
"Shh," Logan said, hoping no one was listening too closely. He was about to put his phone back in his pocket when he noticed that he had a message, three in fact. He punched in his code and listened to Camille asking him to call her as soon as possible, so he quickly punched in her number, waving at James as he saw him round the corner.
"Logan?" Camille answered.
"Hey, what's up?" Logan asked, noticing that she sounded off.
"Logan..." she started, her voice starting to break.
"Camille, what's wrong?"
Sam Roberts' voice came on the line, "Logan it's Mr. Roberts. I need to know if you have Jennifer's number?"
"Mrs. Knight's?"
"Yes, I need to get ahold of her," Sam said.
The fireworks had started and Logan was having a hard time hearing so he put his finger in his other ear and moved away from the crowd of people. "Why, what's wrong?"
"Where are you boys?" Sam asked.
"We're still at Disneyland, we should be leaving in the next half an hour or so...why?" Logan asked, wondering why Sam hadn't answered his question.
Sam sighed, knowing he had to tell Logan something and decided on a dilute version of the truth. "Camille and I brought Kendall to Cedars Sinai..." he started.
"WHAT? WHY? WHAT HAPPENED?" Logan yelled, already nearing a panic attack. He KNEW he should have made Kendall go to another doctor.
"Logan, calm down! He's stable, the doctor is running some tests but you boys should get here as soon as you can. The doctor needs more information on what's been going on with him. I need to get ahold of his mom because he's only seventeen," Sam explained.
"It's going to take us at least an hour to get there," Logan said and gave him Jen's number. He quickly walked back to where his friends were watching the fireworks. He grabbed James by the arm and started pulling him.
"Hey!" James said, trying to pull away.
"We have to go NOW!" Logan yelled as he grabbed Carlos.
"What's wrong?" Carlos asked, still trying to watch the fireworks.
"That was Mr. Roberts, they had to take Kendall to the hospital," Logan said pulling them along.
James stopped dead in his tracks, "Why, what happened?"
Logan stopped and looked at him, "I don't know but Mr. Roberts said the doctor is running tests. He said we need to get there because the doctor has some questions about what's been going on, which means that Kendall can't answer him."
"Or won't," James said.
"James..." Logan started.
"ENOUGH!" Carlos yelled as he grabbed James and started yanking him through the crowd.
"I just meant that he never says when something's wrong!" James said trying to avoid hitting people as Carlos continued hauling him through the park, with Logan close behind.
Carlos turned and pulled James over to the side of a building, "Would you have listened if he did!?"
"Guys, what are you doing?" Logan asked.
"Answer the question James," Carlos said in a surprisingly calm voice.
"Of course I..." James started. A chill ran straight through him as he thought back to the last phone conversation he'd had with Kendall.
Carlos noticed the sudden change in James' demeanor, "What?"
"Oh no, what did I do!?" James said as he turned and took off at a dead run for the parking lot.
Carlos looked at Logan and they both took off after him.
Sam had spoken with the police after they arrived at the hospital. He gave them his statement and then they spoke with Camille about what she knew. Olivia was still waiting to hear from the lab about the second drug. Without knowing what it was she was limited on what she could give Kendall for pain. He'd only come around for a moment since he'd lost consciousness and Sam was hoping he stayed out until they knew what they were dealing with.
He was just getting ready to head back to the trauma room when Logan called. Camille answered but he could see she was about to lose it so he took the phone from her. "Logan, it's Mr. Roberts. I need to know if you have Jennifer's number?"
"Mrs. Knight's?"
"Yes, I need to get ahold of her," Sam said.
"Why, what's wrong?" Logan asked.
Sam heard sudden popping sound and people shouting, "Where are you boys?"
"We're still at Disneyland, we should be leaving in the next half an hour or so...why?" Logan asked.
Sam gave him a quick explanation and managed to calm the panicking teen. He grabbed a pen and pad from Olivia's desk and Logan gave him Jennifer's number.
"Well?" Camille asked as Sam hung up.
"They're on their way, but it's going to take a good hour or more before they get here," Sam said, sitting next to her.
He called Jen's number and after four rings it went to voicemail. "Hi Jennifer, it's Sam Roberts. There was an incident with Kendall tonight and I brought him to Cedars Sinai. He's stable and the doctor is running some tests but we need to hear from you as soon as possible. This is Camille's phone and you can reach me at this number."
"What are you going to tell her when she calls?" Camille asked.
"Right now...just that someone mugged him," Sam said.
"This is so wrong," Camille said, fighting back more tears.
"Yes it is," Sam agreed.
Jen, Brooke, and Katie were having dinner at the Ca'Bianca, in Santa Rosa. Jen checked her phone for what seemed the hundredth time in the last two days. She shook her head when she saw no messages, "Those boys need to call back and check in."
"Jen relax, I'm sure everything is alright. Griffin has them doing all these promotions and they probably haven't had a moment to themselves," Brooke smiled.
Jen frowned as she put her phone away, "I know, but I don't like it. I specifically told them that someone needs to check in twice a day while we're gone."
"I told you they needed a babysitter," Katie laughed.
"Katie, the boys are old enough to take care of themselves once in awhile," Brooke said.
"Didn't Carlos nearly burn down the kitchen two weeks ago?" Katie asked.
"You're not helping," Jen said as she dialed Kendall's number. She sighed when it went directly to voicemail and hung up. "I've left at least a dozen messages with them."
Brooke pulled out her phone and called James. After four rings it went to voicemail, "James, please call me as soon as you get this. We know you're busy, but you need to check in. I'll talk to you later sweetheart."
"Logan's not answering either," Jen said as she hung up again.
"Is there someone who can go check on them?" Brooke asked.
"Maybe Kelly," Jen said, picking up her phone again.
"Mom the guys are at Disneyland tonight, remember?" Katie said.
"That's right," she sighed.
"Call her if we haven't heard anything by morning," Brooke suggested.
"Definitely," Jen agreed.
Olivia had finished her exam and was typing up her preliminary report for the police. She was still waiting for the rest of the lab results and the head nurse was still trying to find out which lab had run Kendall's original bloodwork. She sighed as she double checked what she'd typed.
Seventeen year old male brought in after being found in a local park by friends. Upon a cursory examination it has been determined that the patient was most likely attacked and left unconscious in the area where he was found.
Physical findings include:
Multiple contusions on both upper and lower arms, some appear to be a few days old. There are also fresh abrasions on left shoulder and center of the chest.
Contusions around throat, fingermarks evident indicating an attempt (failed) to asphyxiate. Pitikia is also seen in the sclera of both eyes. Radiographs show no damage to the hyoid or other bones in the neck. There is a slight swelling in the trachea.
Left radius is fractured approximately five centimeters from the carpus. The bone is not displaced so a proper cast will be placed as soon as the swelling is reduced. Until then a removable splint has been used to prevent further damage.
Left eye is bruised and swollen, most likely from a strong blow. Right side of the bottom lip is split but requires no sutures.
There are multiple patterned contusions on both legs from the ankle to the thigh. The right thigh is severely bruised and swollen, possible adductor muscle tear. Compression wrap was placed as well as ice to minimize pain and swelling.
There are also contusions to both hips, fingermarks are evident including a full palm impression on the left hip. There is a contusion with an approximate six centimeter radius on patient's right hip, with what appears to be a puncture wound. Wound appears to have been sealed with a topical skin glue.
In spite of the severity of these injuries, there was no blood present on the patient's hands or clothing, indicating that he may have been bathed and dressed after the attack. His hair appears to have been washed and a sample has been sent to the lab for analysis.
Initial blood results show a low dose of Ketamine as well as another unknown substance. The lab is currently trying to determine exactly what the substance is as it does not appear to be in any data base.
A friend of the patient confirmed that he has been ill on and off for the past five to six days. She was told by the patient that he was seen by a doctor at his place of employment where blood was drawn. She also said that the doctor sent home vitamins and an iron supplement as the results showed he was anemic. We are attempting to confirm these findings by locating the lab where the tests were run which will also give us the name of the doctor who ordered them.
Sexual assault is suspected but cannot be confirmed until an internal exam can be performed, which cannot be done until we are able to sedate the patient.
Olivia was just finishing up when the head nurse came back in with a file. "We finally tracked down the bloodwork to a small lab in Anaheim," she said handing Olivia the file.
Olivia quickly looked it over, "Standard blood testing, PCV levels have dropped significantly since they were run."
"Those aren't the only tests they ran, check the last page," the nurse said.
Olivia flipped to the back page, "Bone marrow aspiration? Well, that explains the puncture wound on his hip, but why the hell did they order that? His numbers weren't that bad yet."
"Maybe they know something we don't," the nurse said.
Olivia looked for the attending's name, "Sean Copen...I've never heard of him, have you?"
"No, but I can ask around."
Olivia shook her head," It's alright, we'll let the police track him down."