Decision
Logan sat lost in his room by the window, watching the people who were walking outside. In his hand was the flyer. He had read it, more than once, and yet he still didn't know what to do. He hadn't told anyone yet. It was going to be crazy. The idea that he might walk again was almost too good to be true. Logan was also afraid. What if it would not work? So far, he had not been clear, but since he was sitting in a wheelchair, he had always hoped that some sort of situation would come and save him from this fate. Now that this situation was actually there, he hesitated. And Logan also knew why. This was his last hope. If this didn't work, he would definitely have the certainty that he had to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. But it would be so great to be able to walk again. And if it didn't work? Desperately Logan buried his head in his hands. The uncertainty lay on his stomach. He was feeling sick. He closed his eyes and wished that this would just stop...
A knock on the door made him startle. He had actually fallen asleep. As he straightened, he felt dizzy. Was that all due to the excitement? At the same time, Logan wondered who was knocking. Carlos? Unlikely. His mom? Possible. The question was answered in the next moment, when he heard a voice ask, "Logan, are you there? Is everything ok?"
Camille. Hastily Logan searched for the flyer. While he had slept, he had fallen from his hand. He found him and stowed him quickly in a drawer. Then he looked at his face, which was reflected in the window glass. He was pretty pale and his hair was a mess. He tried to fix it, and then exclaimed, "Yes, I am here. Come in."
Camille came in. She looked worried. She walked up to him and sat on his bed while she looked at him. "Is everything okay?"
"Um ... Yes, of course. Why do you ask?" Logan tried to keep his voice normal. Camille looked at him incredulously. "Because I tried to call you at least nine times. And you have not responded to my messages. I was worried."
"What?," Logan said confused, reaching for his cell phone. Camille was right. Automatically, he got a bad conscience. He had put his mobile phone on silently, so he could think in peace. He looked at Camille, who watched him closely.
"Sorry. It was on silently."
She frowned, but said nothing. Silence spread out, until Logan finally asked, Tell me, why did you want to reach me?"
"Oh, um ... I wanted to talk to you about something."
Logan was relieved. "That's good, because I wanted to discuss something with you too."
Camille looked at him curiously. "What about?"
He hesitated, then shook his head. "Ladys first."
"Okay." She seemed to be thinking about how to start. "Do you remember the day I told the other about Andrew?"
Logan nodded.
"And do you remember ... the night after I told them?"
Now he needed a moment to think about. Finally, he realized. "Yes...," he said slowly. She bit her lower lip. "You said we should talk about it before we do it. Well, you know ... I've been thinking about it and I'm ready."
"Oh ... um, what?" For the first time in two days, Logan forgot his dilemma with the treatment. He stared at Camille. Had she just said that? There was only one problem: He ... was not ready yet. Camille looked at him apologetically. "Too early? I'm sorry. We don't have to if you don't want. But I thought..."
"No. I mean yes. I ... Let's talk."
Their conversation was over. Logan felt strange. It had been so strange to talk about it. But he didn't regret it either. But they hadn't spoken about one thing yet. Until Camille finally ran softly a hand through his hair and asked softly, "When?"
Logan shrugged. "I don't know. Carlos and mom are almost there all the time."
Camille thought. "I think my dad thought he had to go to New York for a few days the next weekend. But it was not yet clear. I will ask him again."
Logan nodded and suddenly felt incredibly nervous. Next weekend? So fast? Camille seemed to notice what was going on in him. She gently stroked his cheek and said, "Hey, nobody forces us to do anything. If it doesn't happen, and my dad is still gone, we can still spend some nice days together."
Logan smiled and nodded to her. Camille beamed at him. And in her gaze Logan could see all her love for him. That was the moment when he made a decision. He would participate in the treatment. Because he knew now that if it didn't work, Camille would still be at his side. Together with her, he would already be able to live his life. She would always be there for him.