A/n: Smirks I know I'm evil but… hey. I'm entitled to be a little masochistic. I'm 14!

Chapter 3: A murderess?

Dana panicked. Her heart's thudding became louder than the roar of the shower. She couldn't breathe. She stopped the shower running and knelt down beside him.
"Logan…" She whispered cautiously. She waited for him to get up and say 'Hey!' but he didn't. "Come on? Please… oh come on. Stop fooling?" She pleaded. It soon became sickeningly clear that Logan was not fooling, he was seriously injured. She shuddered in the cold. Why had it suddenly got cold? Or was it psychosomatic? Was she imagining it? Don't 'psychosomatic' and 'imagining' mean the same thing? "if you wake up I'll… I'll kiss you?" She suggested randomnly. There was no response. Dana slid her hand underneath his neck and pulled him into a sitting position. She saw a large wound on the back of his head. Upon removal from the tap it started flowing. Dana's hands turned red and sticky with warm fresh blood. She wanted to throw up. "I've been tied to you less than twenty four hours and I've injured you twice." She mumbled. She didn't know whether he could hear her or not.

They say when one is brought face to face with a life or death situation they portray miraculous displays of strength. Somehow Dana managed to drag herself Logan out of the shower and into the bedroom, even though her legs felt like jelly and her heart was in danger of running out of her lungs. She lay him on the bed and tried to reach the drawers. She couldn't leave the room half soaked and dressed in nothing but her bikini dragging a half dead teenage boy covered in blood. Her mind was in shreds. This all seemed too surreal. But yet too real. It was so real that it was surreal. This sort of thing happened in soaps. In Novellas. But not to Dana Cruz!
"I'm sorry. It wasn't intentional or anything." She assured his lifeless body, but she was more assuring herself. In that split second, she had wanted to hurt him. She had seen red. Poor boy. She was then struck with a morbid thought. What if he was already dead? What if the boy she was talking to was gone. What if his ghost was watching her and silently screaming from beyond the ether? What if he was going to haunt her. What if she was too late? She sat on the bed, having only ventured as far as the bedside table because of her restraints. She held his wrist and tried to feel for a pulse. She shook as she placed two fingers of the vein of his cold wrists. It was freezing. She felt her own heart stop. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She had killed him. She started to cry a lot heavier and fell to the floor beside the bed. She had just killed Logan Reese!

(The end: hehe, Only joking)

Chase walked in with Michael following. He saw Dana on her knees on the floor. Her head laid against the bed. She was only dressed in her bikini. Logan was asleep on the bed… in his wet clothes…?
"Do I want to know?" he asked.
"I killed him!" Dana screeched. Chase raised his eyebrows. "I was in the shower, he tried his luck and… and… I killed him." Chase could see Dana was in hysterics but he focused his attention on the teenage boy on the bed.
"Calm down I'm sure you didn't kill him. Logan's got a fat head." Chase said as he crossed to the bed. He surveyed the wound before checking for a pulse.
"I already checked." Dana sobbed. "Nothing. No life at all. He's dead. He's dead and I killed him." Dana realised she was repeating herself but didn't really care.
"Should I call 911?" Michael asked pulling out his cell phone.
"What's the point?" Dana groaned. "He made me feel like a jerk all his life and now I'm going to prison coz I killed him." She started shaking. She shivered and began to howl. She bit her lip so hard it started to bleed. The salty metallic taste felt like barely a wound compared to Logan's. He was bleeding profusely onto the pillow. She was going to get life for this. And if she didn't she'd have to live with it for the rest of hers!
"You haven't killed him." Chase assured her. "Yet…" He then added. "I knew this was a bad idea." Dana looked up in slight shock. "He's alive. Just unconscious. He'll come round. There's no serious head trauma or anything, just a cut. He has a pulse. You're just stressed out… you were probably shaking so much you couldn't even have felt your own pulse." Dana breathed a sigh of relief. Chase rubbed her shoulder in a comforting manner.

"Nice outfit." Commented Michael. Dana grabbed one of Logan's shirts from his bedside cabinet and draped it over herself to make sure Michael's eyes didn't wander.
"When did you become a doctor?" She asked nervously, she didn't entirely trust his judgement.
"I watch Casualty…" Chase said with a sheepish smile. "And I'm wanting to take a degree in health."
"Health? I thought that was code for Sex Ed." Michael asked sounding incredibly oblivious.

Dana said nothing. She lay her head on the bed beside him, not caring if she soaked the sheets. She felt sick with herself. It's one thing to threaten the boy but… She'd never intended to kill him… had she?
"You want me to tell Zoey to call this thing off?" Chase asked softly.
"I want him to wake up." She mumbled.
"Give him a half hour. If he doesn't wake up by then we'll take him to the nurses office." Chase promised.
"No." Dana said. "I'll get arrested. I'll be…"
"You wouldn't get arrested." Chase promised her. He then muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'Zoey would'

Twenty five minutes later Logan had not made a move. He had not flickered his eyes. He had barely breathed."This is creeping me out. I'm off." Michael said with a shudder. He hated silence. He'd rather be on the beach, boogying it up with the girls. But that was Michael for you.
"I'm going to go get Zoey and show her what her stupid prank has done." Chase mumbled. He stood up and left Dana and Logan. Truth be told if Dana had a choice she would've been out of there by now. Staring at Logan laying so still and quiet made her want to pass out.
"I wish you'd wake up," She complained checking his wrist again for a pulse. It was still there and beating strong. She slid her hand lower and held his hand. She lay her head against his chest and listened to the rhythmic beat of his heart. It was slightly reassuring. But only slightly. She tore the sleeve of Logan's spare shirt and put it on. It travelled all the way to her knees, yet it did nothing to stop the coldness. She felt like ice. "Please." She said ever so softly. "I won't tease you again. I won't bully you. I'll let you flirt? If you'll just wake up." She sighed. Nothing.

Zoey and Chase walked in.
"I killed him." Zoey said in shock.
"Oh don't flatter yourself." Dana snapped. "You didn't push him. I did." Had she pushed him? Or had she hit him? Had he slipped? Everything seemed so hazy. She couldn't remember. Was she going mad? Was she already mad? Had she by some stretch of the imagination killed him deliberately… Been plotting it for months subconsciously? She bit her lip. She couldn't put anything together correctly. She was wading through a fog in her mind that was choking her. Was she a murderer or had it been an accident? She gave a small cry of confusion and frustration.
"Get the nurse." Zoey whispered. "You should've done that straight away what were you two thinking! He's bleeding for god's sakes! He needs an AMBULANCE!"
"Yeah well I think I'm more medically inclined than you. It's a superficial head injury. There's nothing wrong. He's probably in shock."
"Well did you consider the possibility of a blood clot forming in the brain?" Zoey screeched. She evidently watched Casualty too. Dana gave a strangled whimper. Blood clot? Chase looked panicked.
"Get the nurse." He told her. Zoey ran.

"He's dying. He's got a blood clot on the brain and now he's going to die. I'm going to be arrested for murder because I killed the bloody idiot." She wasn't crying and she spoke sarcastically, but Chase could tell she was frightened and upset.
"One he's not dying. Two even if he did… you wouldn't be arrested for murder."
"Yes I would! I think I pushed him. I'll get life."
"You think you pushed him?" He questioned.
"I can't remember!" Dana cried. "I'm so confused."
"It's okay Dana. He'll be fine." Chase said. "And even if… you know. Even if he dies. You wouldn't get life. It's not murder if it's an accident. It's manslaughter. And you'd be tried as a juvenile." He was trying to make things better. It didn't help.
"It's not murder if it's an accident?" Dana repeated slowly. Chase nodded. "I might've… I think I…" Dana paused. "This was no accident." She said finally. "I meant to do this."
"Don't talk like that Dana." Chase said. He did not believe Dana would really hurt somebody.
"It's the truth! I hated him! I couldn't stand him! Everyday he drove me mad! Any court would see that! Any shrink could tell you it was a deliberate subconscious act of a distressed mind!" She was close to insanity. She was standing on the edge. The nurse came in.

"Say what you like Dana. Deep down… you like Logan." Chase said softly. Dana was no murderess… even if Logan did die.
"LikeD!" She accentuated the D. In her eyes he was practically dead. He would never talk to her again at any rate.

Midnight came and went. The only one who could stay was Dana. The nurse had bandaged Logan up tightly. Dana was frowned upon but there wasn't much quibble. There wasn't allowed to be. Dana was still slightly damp, and dressed in nothing but her bikini and a too big T-shirt. She sat in the chair beside his bed. She absently fiddled with his fingers.
"Okay, so anyway. I was so sure that the keys were in the house that I didn't bother to look any place else. I left the house without locking the door and… we got robbed. $2,000 worth. Dad went crazy." Dana laughed to herself. Then she relaxed. "If you don't hurry up and live soon… I swear I'll kill you." She realised that it was such an oxymoron she had to laugh. Logan twitched slightly.
"You awake?" She asked him.
"No." He mumbled gently. He shivered. Dana's face lit up. He was alive. She wasn't a murderess. She wasn't going to prison.
"You cold."
"Yes." He mumbled again. Dana reached as far as she could and managed to grasp a blanket. She lay it over Logan. He then spoke without being spoken to. "You?"
"A little. I'll manage." Logan opened one eye blearily. He was slightly alarmed when he realised he was in hospital.

"What did you hit me with?" Becoming increasingly aware of the pain in his head. He realised Dana was crying a little bit.
"I didn't mean to. I didn't… I thought." She stumbled on her words, unable to control her tongue.
"Be quiet." He complained raising his free hand to his head. "This is a hospital. And I have a splitting headache I wonder why…" He glared at her. She lay her head on the bed and cried. "Oh come on stop being so lame." He didn't like it when girls cried. Especially Dana. "What're you wearing?" He asked generically. He didn't have anything else to say.
"I didn't have time to change." She whispered. She looked up at him in slight amazement. He smiled at her reassuringly.
"I'm fine." He promised her. "Just tired."
"Go to sleep then. I bloody won't." He sighed and stroked his thumb down her cheek removing the tears.
"Why won't you sleep?" He asked.
"You're going to keep me up all night." She answered softly. She had to keep her voice low because they were in a hospital.
"How will I do that if I'm going to be asleep?" He teased. "Oh I get it. I'm always on your mind right." She didn't respond with a sarcastic remark, nor a vicious glare. She smiled slightly.
"Something like that." She shivered again. She was still slightly damp from the shower.

Logan saw her shiver. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her onto the bed. He slid the blanket over her. They had to collaborate on the position, she with her back against him and he with his tied arm around her. It was incredibly awkward because both of them were scarcely dressed. She chewed her lip.
"Glad you're alive."
"Hey I'm glad I'm alive too." He whispered in her ear.
"There was a scary moment when I thought… I thought I was going to prison for murder."
"Oh come on Dana…. You can't get rid of me that easily." He teased. He pulled her as close as he could manage. She didn't object.
"Oh well. You can't harm a girl for trying." She laughed. It was far from the truth. Her adrenaline was speaking for her. He turned her around and placed their hands on his waist. "Logan I don't think this is…" she started half heartedly.
"Appropriate? Who cares?" She curled up and lay her head against him.
"Don't EVER do that to me again."
"Do what?"
"Die." She whispered
"I'm going to die." Logan said with a shrug. "So are you. So is Chase. So is Quinn. Everyone's going to die Dana. Everyone who is born will die."
"Thanks for the philosophy lesson." She said. "Just don't die while you're attached to me."
"I promise." He promised her. Although the decision as to whether he lived or died didn't lie in his hands. He promised her. "Just remind me never to climb in the shower with you." He said. "But… my last view was pretty good." He teased. She blushed slightly.

He slid their hands to her waist and pulled her closer. She was flush with him. "You owe me one for trying to kill me." Dana sighed.
"Go on then… but make it quick." She closed her eyes and placed her lips together. She expected what anyone who knew Logan Reese would expect. To be kissed. She was alarmed when she heard him chuckle. She opened her eyes.
"You wish Cruz. You wish." She was slightly hurt. Talk about throwing yourself. "No. However tempting that may be…" He slid his fingers lightly across her lips. "No. I want you and me to call this off."
"Call what off?" She asked in confusion.
"This war."
"We're not at war you idiot." She said hitting him slightly.
"That! You constantly putting me down." He pointed out. She looked thoughtful.
"And you always arguing with me."
"Yeah. I'll stop arguing with you if you stop bullying me. We have to make friend if we're not going to kill each other."
"Okay then." Dana supposed it was reasonable. "Friends. And you forgive me?."
"I forgive you. It wasn't really your fault. And we're friends... At least until we get this damn handcuff off." He said raising his hand. He clipped her in the mouth. She withdrew.

"Sorry!" He laughed. "Gee what a good start to a friendship." She blushed and nodded. He raised his free hand and ran it along her jaw. "You might have a bruise."
"And you'll have a scar." She whispered.
"Stupid tap." He then silenced himself. He looked at her and for a brief moment he was shocked. Never had he seen her more frightened. Evidently she was scared at the thought that she'd hurt him. He couldn't help it. A stupid moment of weakness. He kissed her. She allowed him to. She didn't know why she let him. Maybe she felt sorry for him. Maybe she secretly liked it. She let him, but did not respond. He pulled back.
"Night Dana." He whispered.
"Logan?"
"Hm, I'm tired. Incase you didn't know;Someone hit me on the head this afternoon!"
"You ever do that again." She told him. "Then I wouldn't hold you any hope of you having kids."
"Gotcha." He closed his eyes. Dana allowed herself to smile slightly. But only slightly. She pulled herself against him and he slid their arms over her. "Night." He whispered. She said nothing. Preferring to pretend to be asleep.

Beep. Beep. Beep. The steady Beep to signify Logan's heart was beating continued until exactly 2:46 am and twelve seconds. Then there was Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

A/n: I killed Logan again. Is he really dead this time? The last thing Dana told him was a threat! Poor Dana.
Cody: Poor Logan: He's having a really rough night.
The next chapter gets all kerfuddled but bare with me.

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