A/N: Sorry for the rather late update, but I have had too many things on my mind to actually write lately. Resulting in a serious writer's block But I finally was able to get this chapter on paper tonight. I hope you'll like it. Thanks once again to all of you readers/reviewers out there. Lots of love to all of you guys! BTW, I do not owe BTR (and I would never ever torture poor Logie like this in real life. He is way too sweet!).

CHAPTER 14

Everyone looked shocked at the raven haired boy who still wasn't focusing on the story.

"I can definitely tell you that his certainly isn't Logan's normal behavior," Kendall said softly. "He looks so lost."

"Well, I intend to find out what's bugging him," Dr. Cameron said.

"We'll help you," the boys all said in unison.

Mrs. Knight who had been sobbing softly while listening to what was being said thanked Dr. Cameron.

"Logan?"

"What?" Logan asked finally snapping out of his trance. He looked completely confused.

"Are you okay, man?" James asked him worry evident in his voice.

"I guess so," Logan answered. "My head just hurts, that's all."

"You're lucky that you don't have another concussion, young man," Dr. Cameron softly said. "I suggest that you take a painkiller and go to bed. You absolutely need to rest."

"I think I might just do that," Logan answered him. He thanked his supervisor for bringing him home and went upstairs.

For once Logan had a relatively peaceful night without being plagued by nightmares. He felt relieved when he woke up the next morning. His head was feeling better again too. Logan got up, took a shower and grabbed some clean clothes to wear. He spiked up his hair and ran downstairs to grab some much needed breakfast with his friends.

"Good morning, sweetie," Mrs. Knight said. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yep, I do," he said smiling faintly. He hoped she would leave him alone today.

Logan ate breakfast and talked for a while during breakfast with his bandmates. Afterwards, he walked to his car and drove to the hospital as usual. He got out of his car and ran into the hospital greeting the nurses. He made his way to the locker room and noticed how nervous he got. He carefully looked around while making his way into the room to get his white lab coat. She was nowhere to be seen! Thank God! Logan sighed relieved and opened his locker. His eyes grew wide and his breathe hitched in his throat when he opened the locker. He stared helplessly at one of the pictures she took of him in her office. How could she do this to me?

He quickly grabbed the picture and frantically started to tear it up into a million pieces. His heart was beating at a fast pace. He ran to the restroom and threw the remainders of the picture in the toilet bowl and flushed them. It took all the strength he had left in him not to throw up. He all but ran out of the locker room and made his way to the coffee room where he met up with his supervisor. Luckily she was nowhere to be seen there either!

Dr. Cameron discussed the procedures of the day with his assistant and Logan was glad to be focusing on his internship again. He loved being a doctor and he also loved the responsibility Dr. Cameron already gave him. It kind of boosted is self-confidence. Dr. Cameron made sure nobody would be watching him when he operated and Logan was more relaxed by that all together.

Dr. Cameron also made sure Logan had no encounters what so ever with Professor Turner at all that day as he didn't trust the woman one bit. He kept his assistant away from her all day long and also managed to make sure that Logan couldn't follow her course that day. He had planned his assistant to scrub in on a very important surgery. Logan was clueless as to why he didn't have to go to his psychology training, but he was glad he got out of it.

He was also glad that his supervisor didn't let him out of his sight at the hospital for the next week. Dr. Cameron made sure there were no close encounters between Professor Turner and Logan and that she would have no chance to be alone with the boy at any given time. Logan was visibly more relaxed and focused and less accident prone. Although Dr. Cameron had tried to get Logan to tell him what had been going on, he had failed completely. He was however sure it had something to do with his psychology professor, although he had no clue what the problem could be.

In his spare time, Logan hung out with his friends and girlfriend. They were still going strong as she always been there for him no matter what happened. Logan was still head over heels in love with her. Their anniversary was coming up soon. Logan really wanted to show his girlfriend what she meant to him and he wanted to try and ask her to marry him. He didn't know whether he would be up to it, but he wanted to get his life back on the rails.

A few weeks had passed by now. Dr. Cameron had to go to an overseas congress that week and he left his young assistant in charge. Logan was thrilled with the big responsibility. But he also had to continue his psychological program from now on and Dr. Cameron wasn't there to keep an eye out for him. Logan had made it through the day without a problem, but was getting super nervous again as he knew he would have to meet up with her again after all this time. Maybe, just maybe she would leave him alone by now.

He knocked on the door of her office and noticed how nervous he was getting.

"Come in." Her cold voice could be heard through the closed door and Logan shivered already.

"If it isn't our cry baby," she said as venom coated her every word. "Not that tough now, are you. Since your protector isn't here to watch out for you."

Logan didn't dare to say a word and didn't move either. She stood up from her desk and walked up to him. Logan held his breathe.

"Missed me?" She asked him. "I know I have really missed you or should I just say I've really missed that hot looking body of yours." Her hand travelled all over his chest.

Logan flinched. He hated the feeling off her hands on his body. It made him feel sick to his stomach.

She smiled menacingly. Logan knew she loved how she could take advantage of him as he was too terrified to react in any way. He so badly wanted it all to end!

"Well, lover boy," she started. "Before we can have some fun just the two of us, I want to make something very clear. I know Dr. Cameron has been keeping us apart for whatever reason, but he is not here to save you today. So I'll tell you this. If you don't cooperate today, I'll send these envelopes to your girlfriend, your boss at the record company and the hospital's manager. They won't be too pleased with the content."

She walked back to her desk and took one of the envelopes to show it to Logan. He read that the envelope was addressed to his girlfriend. Smiling evilly she opened it and pulled out a set of pictures. Logan felt bile creep up his throat as he saw a set of pictures she took of him. He never ever wanted anyone to see these pictures of him as he felt all exposed. What will it do to my career both as a doctor and as a popstar? I will have no credibility what so ever anymore? And I never want fans or patients for that matter to see my body. It's private! She is invading my privacy. And Camille? God, I can't lose her. I need her. I need her so much right now.

A hard slap across his face made him snap out of his daydreaming.

"Ouch." Logan moved his hand up to his nose and noticed that he was bleeding.

"That's what you get for zoning out on me," she said harshly. "I take it you don't like these pictures? But I do! I love to sit and look at them all the time when I'm home alone. And I also love to watch the tape of us 'having fun' together. And all I want is for us to have some more fun! Now, if you don't want these envelopes to be sent out, you'll do whatever I tell you to do. Got it?"

Logan nodded his head softly too afraid to do or say anything else. She now stood in front of him and merely looked at him like a wild animal to its prey. Logan's heart was beating so hard he thought people would hear it out on the street. Both of her hands now travelled over his shirt clad chest. Logan had to keep himself from screaming on top of his lungs. It didn't take long for her to start unbuttoning his dress shirt, yank it off of his now fully exposed torso and let her hands roam over his sculpted chest and his firm abs. Logan was pretty sure he would be throwing up any time now, but he couldn't. Her hands now toyed with the button of his skinny jeans and his zipper. Logan couldn't control the tears that were streaming slowly down his pale cheeks. Once she noticed how the poor boy started to cry once again, she just laughed at him.

"What now?" She said harshly. "The real fun hasn't even started yet. Man up, will you!"

The abuse took even longer than usual and she made sure she hurt Logan even more than she ever did before. As she was finally done with him, he fell to the floor completely exhausted.

"You're so pathetic and weak," she sneered at him. She grabbed his clothes of the floor.

"Get up if you want to have these back," she threatened him once more.

Logan miserably got off the floor and desperately tried to shield his body from here.

"Stop doing that," she said angrily. "I have seen all I there is to see about you already multiple times."

More tears escaped from Logan's innocent dark brown eyes. He was on the verge of a nervous break- down.

"Put your clothes on and get out of my sight," she screamed. "Move it! I haven't got all night. I you don't hurry up, I'll throw you out like this."

Logan quickly grabbed his pants and nearly jumped into them and he also grabbed his shirt and tried to re-button it the best he could. His hands were trembling so badly that it was a very hard job to do. He was done just in time as she harshly pushed him out of her office and into the dim lit corridor of the hospital. Logan tripped over his own feet as he clumsily wanted to get out of there as fast as he could and he ended up falling down awkwardly face down on the floor. His head hit the cold tile floor once again and his nose started to bleed all over again. Logan didn't have the strength nor the courage to get up anymore.

He kept lying there on the cold floor for a while. His head was throbbing and his nose kept bleeding all the time. His white dress shirt was already soaked with blood. Logan silently hoped that he would pass out, but he didn't. With all of the strength he still had left in his weakened body, he got up and made his way through the corridors of the hospital and finally into the locker room. He managed to sit down on one of the benches and buried his face in his hands.

"Dr. Mitchell? Logan? Are you alright?"

Logan heard the voice of one of his fellow interns. His hands went up to his raven black hair and he looked up confused at the man's voice.

"God, Logan. What happened to you?" He said going into doctor's mode quickly.

"Oh .. uh .. I," Logan stammered. "I .. uh .. tripped on a ..uh ..rug somewhere … and .. I .. uh .. fell and I guess .. I ..uh .. must have hit my head."

"Here, let's have a look at you," the other intern said.

He gently lifted Logan's head and immediately noticed how he started to tremble all over. He also read pure terror in his dark brown eyes.

"I think you broke your nose," the other intern said softly. "And you also have a few cuts on your forehead that are bleeding. You'll need stitches for those. Does your head hurt?"

Logan merely nodded his head.

"Okay, let's get you cleaned up," the intern said.

He pulled Logan to his feet, but immediately noticed he was far too weak to walk. He ran out of the locker room for a minute and returned with a wheelchair. He helped Logan in it and wheeled him over to one of the exam rooms. A few nurses were already waiting for them there.

"Let's get you up on the table so we can fix you up," he said to Logan.

Logan was too weak to even respond. The intern and some nurses helped in onto the table and a nurse immediately started to disinfect the cuts on his forehead and his still bleeding nose.

"Ouch," Logan cried out. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't dare to let them fall.

"Oh, Logan," one of the nurses said softly while stroking his cheek. "It's alright. Shhh. It will be over soon. I know it stings a bit, but I have to do this."

"Okay, Logan. I'm going to give you a tetanus shot first," the intern told him. "Afterwards, I'm going to administer a sedative and stitch you up again."

Logan tensed up.

"It's alright," the nurse spoke again.

Logan shut his eyes tightly as he was terrified of needles.

"That's the shot. Now the sedative," the intern said trying to explain what he was doing to his fellow intern.

Logan closed his eyes firmly once again. He so badly wanted to cry or to scream, but he didn't dare to do that.

"Are you okay, Logan?" The nurse asked.

"No. I –I-I ..m .. g-g-gonna be s-s-sick," Logan said in a raspy voice.

The nurse quickly handed him a container and he threw up violently. Tears were now running down his pale cheeks. Logan felt horrible.

"Is there anyone we can call to come pick you up?" His fellow intern asked him.

"K-K-Kendall," Logan managed to say in between throwing up.

The nurse ran out of the room and called Kendall to explain what had happened. She came back a little while later, when Logan was nearly done vomiting.

"Your friend is on his way to come pick you up," she said soothingly.

"Let's patch you up than," the intern said.

He helped Logan to lie back down and started to stitch up the cuts on his forehead. Logan had a hard time focusing due to the sedative he received. The intern was finishing up the stitching when Kendall appeared.

"How is he?" He asked worry evident in his voice.

"Well, he claims to have tripped over a rug somewhere and fell face down on the floor," the nurse explained to Kendall. "He hit his head and therefore has a head ache, but it wasn't too bad. He did have a few cuts we had to stitch up and his nose is broken."

"I think you'll better take him home so he can get some much needed rest," the intern explained. "Just keep an eye out for him tonight. He doesn't have a concussion, but still we need to be careful. He also got sick earlier, so better watch out for that too."

Kendall nodded his head. Logan was drifting in and out of consciousness due to the exhaustion and the sedative, so he hardly noticed Kendall's presence in the room. Kendall decided to carry his smaller and skinny friend to his car to take him back to the Palm Woods. He put Logan in the car and buckled him up. He made sure he was comfortable and then sat beside him at the wheel.

He buckled himself up and looked at his sleepy and hurt friend with worry sketched on his features.

"Logie, what the hell is going on with you, man. This can't go on like this anymore. You might end up getting seriously injured. You need to open up to us, dude. We want to help you! All of us do! Just let us in. Please, Logie!"

But Logan was out cold by now …