It goes on
Dr. Parker sat at his desk and read through some documents as it knocked at the office door. "Come in," he called in a friendly voice. An employee opened the door and stuck his head in. "Um ... Dr. Parker, do you have time for a moment? Here is someone who would like to speak to you. He says it's urgent."
Parker nodded. "Yes of course. Send him in."
The man nodded and held the door open for someone. As the person entered the office, the doctor breathed a sigh of relief. He had already seriously worried whether Logan would continue the treatment. The employee said goodbye, left the office and closed the door. Parker got up, walked around his desk, shaking Logan's hand. "I'm very glad you're back, Logan. I thought..." But he fell silent as he saw the expression of pain and grief on the boy's face. Something had happened. But before he could ask, Logan said, "Dr. Parker, I'm here to continue the treatment. Before you say anything, yes, I am aware that it is not an easy way, but I don't care. I also let myself operate, if that helps my back. I will do all the exercises without complaining. I promise you I will not stop and work diligently, no matter how hard it will be."
Dr. Parker was speechless for a moment. Then he cleared his throat and said, "Of course we will help you, Logan. There is no doubt. But tell me what is the reason for your sudden determination? I see that something has happened. Would you like to tell me about it?"
Logan hesitated. He wasn't sure if he would be able to talk about Camille. But then he pulled himself together and told him everything. Dr. Parker listened intently and was horrified when he heard about Camille's attack. Now gradually he understood the reason for Logan's decision. When Logan had finished speaking, he looked hopefully at the older man and asked, "So, what does it look like? Will you help me?"
Dr. Parker was still horrified at what he had just heard. But he nodded, and said, "As I said, of course we will help you. So, how about if you come two or three times a week and..."
But Logan shook his head before Parker had finished speaking. "I want, no, I need full-time treatment. You have a dormitory for your patients, aren't you?"
Parker nodded again, but he was a bit surprised. "Okay. If you are really sure, I see no reason to speak against it. Good, then I prepare everything."
And he did. The next day, Carlos looked around the room where Logan would live for the next few weeks or months. "Wow, you even have a TV in here, Logie," he said, almost envious of the flat screen TV on the wall. Logan nodded. "Yes, but I'm not here to watch TV, Carlos."
"Of course not," Carlos mumbled. Sylvia came in and put a travel bag on the floor. "That was the last."
"Thank you mom."
Sylvia looked at her son for a moment, then she went to him and hugged him tightly. "You're doing the right thing, Logan. I'm proud of you. And don't worry, because you are right: Camille will definitely wake up and then everything will be all right."
Logan didn't answer, just nodded. Then he looked over at Carlos. "How's Kendall?"
Carlos shrugged. "Sometimes like this; sometimes like that. In the one second he is totally angry and in the other he is crying suddenly. This is really strange. I've never seen him cry. Well, I don't know him so long, but still."
Logan was silent. He could understand Kendall. Not only Kendall, but also Marc, Jo and probably James, who was also good friends with Camille.
"We can do it all," said Sylvia, looking at her watch and standing up. Logan looked at her in surprise. "You must go?"
His mother nodded sadly. "Yes, I'm afraid. We have to drive a bit longer and Carlos has to go to school tomorrow."
Carlos grimaced. "I can stay home," he said hopefully, and Logan had to laugh. Sylvia smiled, but shook her head. "No, you have to take care of your friends, Carlos. They need you now."
Carlos nodded. "Yes, that's right."
Sylvia leaned over to Logan and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then she embraced him again. "You can do it, Logan. I know that. And you can always call. No matter how late it is. And of course we keep you up to date. OK?"
Logan nodded. She smiled and stroked his hair. "You're so brave, do you know? You have passed through so much and still keep going."
Logan shook his head. "I only do it for Camille." When he spoke her name, he felt a lump in his throat. He swallowed several times to get rid of this feeling and then said, "Well, you should go now. Otherwise you'll be in a traffic jam or something."
Sylvia looked at Logan worried. She knew that Logan had deliberately distracted from the subject of Camille. She nodded to him and kissed him again on the cheek. "Take care of yourself."
"You too," Logan said, watching his mother go to the door. She opened it and looked at Carlos, who had not moved. "Carlos, are you coming?"
Carlos nodded. "Yes mom, I just wanted to ask Logan something. Doesn't take long."
She nodded, smiled at Logan and went. When she was gone, Logan looked at his brother curiously. "What's up?"
Carlos took the bagpack that he carried on his back, put it on the ground, and opened it. A second later he pulled something out and held it to Logan. "Take this."
Logan's eyes widened and he shook his head. "Carlos… That's not possible. That's your..."
"My lucky helmet," Carlos interrupted. "Yes. But I think you need luck more than I do at the moment. You just have to promise that you will treat him well."
Logan stared at the black helmet in Carlos' hands. The last gift that Carlos had from Jeffrey. That's why this helmet was so important to Carlos.
"Are you really sure?"
Carlos nodded and Logan had rarely seen so much determination in the face of his brother. He took the helmet in his hands. "Thanks Carlitos. I promise I'll take care."
"Good," Carlos said, smiling again. The two of them looked at each other for a moment. "Well," Carlos said slowly. "Mom is waiting and it's getting late."
"Yes, I should be sleeping. I have to get up early tomorrow."
"Me too." Carlos didn't want to leave his brother. Especially not when he was thinking about what had happened the last time he had left Logan alone. Logan was attacked. But this would not happen. Logan was in good hands here. Carlos sighed. "OK. Then take good care of yourself, Logie," he said, hugging his brother. Logan replied the embrace. "You too. And especially keep an eye on Kendall. I hope he doesn't do anything stupid."
"I hope the same for you," Carlos said, warning, but he laughed. Logan smiled. "See you, Carlos."
"Yes, do it well, Logie."
