A/N: I'm not so sure about the rating on this chapter … Basically, the idea was for Camille to find means to calm her boyfriend down while he's being tested. So she will be teasing him a bit … Hope you all enjoy this chapter! Thanks again to all readers/reviewers.

Weeks passed by and Logan's condition was improving every day. He still had to watch what he ate, but Camille always made sure his food looked really good to get him to eat. Although he felt stronger already, he still wasn't allowed to do anything but rest. After three weeks of only watching TV, listening to music and studying a whole lot Logan got really bored. He wanted so badly to get back into the studio and sing and dance or even perform. Logan also wanted to attend college again like he used to before he got ill, instead of studying alone in apartment 2J. He knew he was doing really well since he got his grades back and he ended top of his class again as usual. That's why he studied really hard, because he was afraid of falling behind.

After three weeks he had to head back to the hospital to get checked out again. Mrs. Knight drove him there that morning and Camille had volunteered to stay with him. Mrs. Knight went up to the desk to get him checked in while his girlfriend pushed him in the hospital in a wheelchair. Logan absolutely hated that part.

"Stop pouting, Logie," Camille laughed. "You have to be in the wheelchair a little while longer. Doctor's orders, remember. And yeah you're really cute when you pout, but I'm not going to give in."

The nurse showed them the room he was going to be in. Mrs. Knight helped Camille install Logan in the hospital bed and then said her goodbyes.

"I'll pick you up later, okay," she explained. "Call me when you know he'll be released again or when something is wrong," she said to Camille. "Bye for now, sweetie," she said to Logan as she gave him a soft kiss on his forehead. "And behave, alright."

Camille sat down in the chair next to her boyfriend.

"This is going to be a long, boring day," Logan sighed. "I can't even study in peace up here."

"You're worried about the tests, aren't you?" Camille asked him noticing how nervous he was getting.

"Yup," he admitted.

A nurse now entered the room.

"So, I see you're in your bed again. Good!" She said.

Logan felt like a little kid.

"But you're still dressed," she went on.

"What?" Logan asked confused. He hoped he didn't hear what she had just said.

"You need to get undressed," she said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "It's much easier for all of the tests we have to run."

Logan's cheeks flushed a bright red and he was getting even more uncomfortable.

"I'll give you hand," the young nurse said quickly pulling Logan's covers from him and reaching for the hem of his t-shirt.

Logan was far too surprised to even react.

"Oh no, you're not," Camille said standing up from her chair. She looked angrily at the nurse. "I will help him, thank you." She pushed the nurse out of the way.

"Look, it's my job," the young nurse answered her. She didn't give up without a fight.

Camille disliked her already. She couldn't help but feel jealous. She thought the girl was eyeing her boyfriend a bit too much.

"Yeah, well he's my boyfriend," she said. "I'm telling you I've got it covered. Now, do they need him to be fully naked for these tests?"

"Camille!" Logan said in a high pitched voice. He was blushing even more by now.

"No," the nurse answered her. "He can still wear his underwear."

"Too bad," Camille said. She was still extremely jealous at the young nurse and she decided to make her see that Logan was truly hers. "Beneath all of this, he's a hiding one hell of a sexy body."

"Camille!" Logan so badly wanted to hide beneath his covers by now.

The nurse didn't answer her back but turned on her heels and left the room.

"Right. I think we got rid of that one," Camille said winking at Logan.

"Why did you do that for?" He said still blushing furiously.

"It's the truth," Camille said. "You do have a very sexy body. And she can't have you!"

"What?" Logan asked confused.

"Well, she was ogling you all the time and she couldn't wait to get you out of your shirt," Camille answered. "Too bad. I have total dibs on you!"

"She was not ogling me," Logan said nervously playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Yes, baby, she totally was," Camille said. She ran a hand through his raven black hair. "You don't know how cute, adorable and hot you really are. Girls will easily fall for you, but you're all mine." Her hand slid from Logan's hair to his shoulder blades and afterwards she let her hand roam all over his chest and firm abs.

"Don't worry, Cami," Logan said. "I only want you to be my girlfriend. I'm not interested in anybody else. I love you."

"Good," Camille said smirking. She pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss. "I love you too. Now, let's get you undressed, shall we."

"You are enjoying this, aren't you?" Logan said teasingly.

"I sure am," she answered smirking once more.

She made him put up his arms above his head as she pulled his shirt off. She smiled deviously and let her hands roam his chest and abs once more.

She looked into Logan's dark brown eyes and noticed just how much he loved to feel her touches.

Her soft hands found his belt buckle and she gently undid it never once breaking eye contact with Logan. Her fingers fumbled with the button and the zipper of his pants. Her cold fingers made contact with his skin and Logan couldn't help but shiver.

She very gently tugged on the legs of his skinny jeans.

Logan swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Cami," he said. His voice sounded deep and hoarse. "We're still in the hospital, you know. And I'm not fully cured yet."

"I know," Camille said smiling while she pulled his pants off all the way. "But I just got you undressed for the tests as requested without you freaking out over it. I think I did a great job!"

"I guess you did," Logan answered a little surprised. "I just thought … you know."

"What?" Camille asked teasing him some more.

"Well … uh … you seemed so eager to do this, you know," Logan said shyly.

Camille pulled him in her arms for a sweet, passionate kiss.

"I'll make it all up to you when you are fully cured, baby," she whispered seductively in his ear.

The doctor finally entered the room.

"Good morning, Logan," he said to his patient.

"Good morning," Logan answered politely.

"So, how have you been feeling, young man?" He asked.

"I feel a lot better," Logan said. He shifted uncomfortable in the small bed.

"Good to hear," the doctor said. "We're just going to run some tests this morning and then we'll release you again so you can go home and rest some more."

"He is really nervous about the tests," Camille said. "Can you explain what you're going to do?"

"Off course," the doctor said.

He explained that they were going to do a blood test, some scans and an ultrasound of Logan's abdomen and a complete physical to check his vitals. Although he was pretty nervous about the blood test, Logan wasn't too nervous about all the other tests.

"And that's it?" He asked relieved.

"Not completely," the doctor answered. "We also have to make a film of your stomach. We're going to insert a small tube down your throat and lower it into your stomach so we can have a real close look at how things are going."

"A tube down my throat," Logan repeated nervously.

"Yes, it's a standard procedure," the doctor informed him.

Logan's face drained of any and all color straight away. He got so worked up he forgot to breath properly. Camille and the doctor were still discussing the procedure.

"I … I … don't … feel … so … good … now," Logan stammered before passing out.

Camille sighed. It was going to be a long hard day for her Logan.