When We Were Young

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A/N: The following plot was submitted by NaciSTORM.

"Irony is a disciplinarian feared only by those who do not know it, but cherished by those who do."

~Soren Kierkegaard

Chapter Thirty Six

Irony

"Carlos!"

The Latino looked up from the hard, cold plastic chair he was sitting in to see his friends and their families running towards him. Carlos stood up and was crushed by a hug from his three friends. The four pulled apart and Carlos just stared at them.

"What happened? Is he going to be alright?" Kendall questioned.

"I don't know. Nobody's told me anything. Just that he got hurt on the job." Carlos said grimly. The waiting room of the ICU was terrible. Officer Hudson, who had been with his Mr. Garcia when he was hurt, had taken Carlos to the hospital. The parents were talking to him, gathering up information on Mr. Garcia.

"The bullet got him good." Officer Hudson whispered, sneaking a peek at Carlos. The young boy was falling apart in front of his eyes. It was worse than Halloween night. And now it was around Christmas and Officer Garcia was being operated on a metal table while his son waited for news of his condition.

"Juan Garcia?" A doctor asked. All nine people turned around. "Were all with him. How is he?" Officer Hudson asked.

"Mr. Garcia will be fine. No serious damage was done. The bullet hit him square in the shoulder, but exited through his back. Mr. Garcia will have to spend a few days in here, but other than that he is expected to make a safe recovery." The doctor announced.

"Can we see him?" Officer Hudson asked. The doctor nodded his head and motioned for the group to follow. Everybody quickly followed, expect for Carlos. Kendall was the one to notice he wasn't following. "Go on." Kendall said. "We'll catch up." The adults and Katie followed the doctor, disappearing around a corner. Kendall, James, and Logan went back to the waiting room.

'Don't you want to see your Dad?" James asked. Carlos shook his head. "He was shot." The Latino whispered, his eyes fixed on the doors that led down the hall to where his father rested. "And nobody told me." A silent tear fell from Carlos's brown eyes, landed on the floor in front of Logan.

"Carlos, you're Dad will be fine. But he will get better if you go see him." Kendall said. "I know your Dad. He's probably more worried about you than he is about himself."

"Guys…my Dad could have died tonight." Carlos said, his fists tightening in fists. "He could have died and nobody would have even told me!" Carlos screamed. "Nobody had the nerve to even tell me that my father was shot! Officer Hudson just picked me up and said I had to go to the hospital. I waited here for three hours and nobody told me that was own father was shot!"

"Carlos…" Kendall said, placing a hand on his shaking friend's shoulder. "Nobody wanted you to worry. If you had known, then you would have been even more worried than you were not knowing. Everybody was just looking out for you."

"Do you want to go see your Dad now?" James asked. Carlos nodded and the four made their way down the hall. Kendall and James went in first, leaving Carlos and Logan alone in the hall.

"I can't do this." Carlos said.

"I know how you feel." Logan said. "I felt the same way when my Dad came the night my mother died."

"That was today." Carlos whispered. "Oh, Logan, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I don't want anybody mourning for me. I can do that all on my own. Your Dad is more important right now. Go in there." Logan said. He opened the door and Carlos stepped inside. Logan remained outside and sunk against the wall. He looked at the open door across the hall, where the door was open. Logan could see a mother holding a newborn baby in her arms. The father sat next to her, kissing his wife on the forehead.

A year ago, Mrs. Mitchell died in that room. And today, a new life was born in there.

Oh, the irony.

Logan looked at the newborn glowing baby. Wrapped in a pink blanket, the baby glowed with rosy cheeks. The baby looked so peaceful, sleeping comfortably knowing her parents' would be there when she awoke. Something Logan would never be able to do again. Yet that small baby reminded Logan the joys life brought. That when one life ended, another began. Logan smiled, pushed himself off the floor, and joined his family inside Mr. Garcia's room.

A place where there was no irony. Only love.

Sorry about that long wait for an update! Hope this makes up for it.

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-TheRescuer2