It's been a tough, stressful week. Like really awful so I just wanted to thank Vanessa and Emily for their kind words that cheered me up even when I thought everything was going wrong.

Thank you guys for all the reviews, I can't thank you enough. This chapter was originally supposed to have Katie as a big part of it, but then I decided against having her in this one. She'll come up later though, I promise. There are a lot of important things going on in this chapter- most importantly, all of their feelings.

AN: I don't own anything.

It had been five days. Normally that wouldn't have been a lot. It was less than a week after all, but this was different. The five days were long- tiring. They were pain filled. They were torturous and everyone single one of them hoped, for every minute, that it was all a terrible nightmare. Every moan, every cry of pain, every tear that escaped Camille or even one of them left them more hopeless each time. They were breaking. They were shattering. It seemed as if they didn't go a minute without a tear. The wall that they had so carefully set up was crumbling on top of them. They were scared and they didn't dare to hide it. It was pointless, there was no reason to. Everyone knew how everyone else felt.

Camille wasn't getting better per say though she wasn't getting worse either. She was breathing and now, according to the doctor's she would make it and that brought slight relief to them all. It didn't make them hope any more than they should because they didn't want to be let down. Anything could happen and it wasn't fair. None of them deserved such heartache. Seeing Camille in so much pain crushed them everyday.

They never went home, they never moved from the room unless absolutely necessary. They wanted to stay with Camille for every minute of every day. Mrs. Knight and Katie tended to stop by once in a while. Katie was scared- more scared than the rest of them though no one realized this. She was younger and that was what their minds were explaining to them. Mrs. Knight was the motherly figure but even as much as she wanted to, she couldn't always be there for every one of them. There were some things they wanted and needed to figure out on their own.

The five days brought them even more horrifying news- ones that they were all hoping this whole time would not arrive. Andrew Roberts had died. He killed himself which sickened all of them. He got off too easy with jail in the first place, but death? Even easier. He deserved to pay. He deserved all the pain they were going through right now. They didn't know how they were able to break it to Camille, but they did. It was hard. It was so terribly hard. There was crying and sobs that would not cease. They didn't understand it entirely- at how she was so hysterical but they didn't question it. Maybe it was personal but at the same time, they were afraid of what her answer may be. It caused her more pain- both emotional and physical. Her wounds hurt like knives being twisted through her body and she knew exactly how that felt. Andrew had done that before. It would take her time to heal in both ways. It would take weeks for her to up and able to take physical therapy and months for her to walk normally again. But her emotional pain would be more difficult. She would have to struggle with it everyday, at least for a while. It would be another fight and another battle each day but they would get through it… together.

"Ugh," Camille groaned in pain as she twisted in her sleep. Her eyes immediately jolt open her body shrinking in pain. Logan, awake, runs to her side, grabbing a hold of her hand and sitting down next her bed. He laces their fingers together, his free hand gingerly swiping her dark brown curls off her forehead.

"Are you okay, Cam? Do you need anything? Do- should I call a doctor?" Logan asks frantically.

Camille sighs, her eyes slipping shut. "I'm fine. It- it just hurts sometimes." She shuts her eyes. Tears well up in them as she slowly opens them, her chocolate brown eyes heavy with pain.

The sight breaks Logan's heart. "Are you sure?" he whispers.

"Yeah," she pauses, looking at him nervously as if she's about to say something. "Logan? Ugh, do you think I'm going to die?" she flinches at the pain but manages to keep a straight face.

Logan gasps, gripping her hand tighter. "No, sweet heart, don't say that please," he begs, "You're going to get through this just like you got through everyone else. Even the doctors think so. You're my strong girl, don't think that way."

"Still," she sighs, looking over at him and bringing their hands up so she can kiss them, "I want to say thank you. I can't and I'll never be able to thank you enough for what you've done for me. I know we said that we wouldn't thank each other or apologize but still. I love you and thank you for sticking with me through all this shit."

Logan leans over and softly but carefully kisses her supple lips. He's still afraid of hurting her, he still thinks that he's going to break her even more.

"There's nothing else I'd rather do, baby," he caresses her cheek. "You're welcome though. I do it because I love you and nothing will ever change that."

Tears escape Camille's eyes but they're for a different reason. She's happy. She's happy even though she's in so much pain. Things were going to be okay.

"Do you think she's going to be okay? I mean both emotionally and physically." Kendall asks, staring at the sleeping form laying on the hospital bed.

James sighs, leaning back into the hard chair. "I don't know… maybe? I mean she'll probably be walking in a few weeks but mentally? I really don't know guys. She's in too much pain right now to really do anything drastic but what will happen when she's out of here? Did you see the way she reacted when she found out Andrew killed himself?" James asks, hating the bitter taste on his tongue as he mentioned Andrew. That freaking bastard.

"How long will it take for her to get better? She was so broken before but now what? She's been through even more now. She's scared," Stephanie whispers the last part. Tears gather in their eyes.

"What are we going to do? I hate how we can't even do anything to take away her pain. I hate how she's the one that all this happened to. I hate how this is happening to her especially when she's the last person who deserves this. I wish it was me. Who couldn't it be me guys? I deserve it more than her. She's nothing but sweet, she's the one who helped me in everything- the one that was there for me no matter what. Why is she there?" Jo asks, tears falling over her red rimmed eyes.

Logan protests. Was Jo still hurt at what he said so long ago? She told him that she was over it. "Jo, no. You don't deserve it, why would you ever think that? Camille doesn't but that doesn't mean that you do. Is this about what I said, because Jo, I swear-."

Logan's cut off by Jo. "No, Logan, it has nothing to do with what you said. I told you before- it's okay, I was never mad. But, you know that's what everyone's thinking, right? Everyone wants to take Camille's place right now, they'd rather be there than have Camille be there. As much as we care about her and want her to be fine, it's kind of selfish if we think about it. I'm being selfish, I'll admit it. I mean, we'd rather have ourselves suffer than have to watch her suffer. In a way we don't want to watch Camille suffer because it's causing us too much pain. We'd rather be on the other side of this situation. But then we also care about her so I guess that balances out the selfish portion. We really do want her to be fine and would rather the one hurt so that she wouldn't be in pain."

Kendall sighs, gripping her waist and pulling her slender body onto his lap. "You're right in some weird way. I think we're all thinking that but even more we're thinking about how scared we are. How terrified we feel when we even see Camille. How terrified we feel when we get close to her and when we touch her, we feel as if she's going to shatter." He hugs her closer, as if she was going to break in his hands like they were all afraid Camille would.

"I'm scared," Carlos whispers, just loud enough for them all to hear.

"Aren't we all?" Logan asks, resting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward. He tangles his fingers in short locks, pulling at them.

"Is it okay to cry? Because we sure as hell have tears left in us even though we've cried so much already." Carlos asks timidly, rocking back and forth in Stephanie's arms.

"Yeah, it's okay, buddy. I don't think any amount of crying is going to be enough. There's no point in hiding the fact that we cry either because we all know we do." Logan leans back again, his back thudding against the hard plastic of the chair he was sitting in. "I keep hoping that this is all just a bad dream, that I'm going to wake up and everything will be okay again. I can't wait until this is all over. I can't wait until we're all given the chance to move on and start over. I can't wait until we're not all so broken anymore. I know it's going to be hard but we're going to have each other, right? And that will help us get through everything life will throw at us."

They all nod in return. Kendall presses a kiss against Jo's lips and Carlos does the same to Stephanie. Then, they all hold their hands together and they only have one thought running through their heads. Maybe they'll be okay.

It will be hard, yes, and each day would bring more fights but they had each other and in the end, maybe that will be what will pull them through. Maybe they'll be okay.

I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, I kind of liked it and I kind of didn't. Eh, tell me what you guys think.

I just want to set the time frame for this story. When this all started, it was July and now it's the last few days of October. November for them will be a slight whiz towards the end. Just angst in the beginning and then I want to move on to December. Originally, I didn't know if I would be able to include this, but now that I know that they're only in October, I have plans for them during Christmas. So I want this story to get into the festive mood even if it will be later than in real life.

This is important: I don't know if I'll be updating every single Saturday until the 17th at least. I have a lot of stuff going on, mostly school. I'll try to work on this as much as possible and I hope that I can but if there comes a Saturday when I don't post, I'm sorry.

So... review?