Disclaimer: I own nothing. Depressing, I know.
It had been a long night and Rory had spent the majority of it in the bathroom with Logan. He was obviously much more sick that she anticipated.
He refused to go to the health clinic or even the hospital and Rory knew there was nothing she could to convince him otherwise.
So Rory spent her night crouched over next to Logan rubbing small comforting circles on his back. Trying to relax him. She felt horrible, Rory hated to see Logan like this.
Once she was sure Logan was done in the bathroom at least for now she managed to get him back into her bed. Placing a damp washcloth on his forehead she whispered reassuring words that he'd be ok.
Logan even in his hazy, sickly state was praying to god that she was right. He quickly dozed off but Rory found that she herself couldn't fall asleep. She was terrified of what would happen if she did. Logan needed her to be with him, to make sure he was alright and she couldn't do that sleeping.
Rory pulled a book off her nightstand and began to read. I she couldn't sleep the least she could do was catch up on her reading.
Morning approached quickly. There was a quiet knocking on her door before Steph entered. "Hey, How is he?"
"He hasn't been in the bathroom for about three hours so I guess he's feeling a little better." Rory shrugged flipping the washcloth over so the cool side was now on his forehead. "What about Finn?"
"Either Finn can hold his alcohol better or he didn't drink as much. He was a little woozy but he just passed out." Steph explained then looked at her friend carefully "Ror, You look exhausted."
"I can't sleep knowing Logan might wake up and need me. I'll sleep when I know he's better."
Steph smiled and sat next to her friend. "Do you know why he got so wasted?" she asked.
Rory shook her head "He told me he'd tell me, but odds are he won't remember much of anything when he wakes up."
Steph nodded in comprehension "I should go make sure Finn in still breathing." and with that she left the room.
Rory walked over and knelt on the side of the bed. She looked at Logan's sleeping form. He was pale and looked weak. She hated seeing him like this, There was only one other time she could remember Logan looking helpless.
Flashback:
A ten year old Rory knocked on the Huntzberger's Mansion door. The maid answered and gave her a sweet smile. "Hello, Miss. Rory."
"Hi Joanna. How are you?" Rory asked politely. She didn't care what her grandparents said she liked talking to the maids and other workers. It was rude to completely ignore their existence.
"I'm well, Thank you." The maid said pleasantly. She had always liked Rory, she was a sweet, polite little girl, not to mention Logan was absolutely smitten with her.
"No problem. Is Logan here?"
"I haven't seen him this morning, You can go look in his room if you'd like to." Joanna told her.
Rory waved goodbye and began to make her way up the large staircase of the Huntzberger mansion. As she got to the top she ran over to Logan's door and opened it without knocking.
"Logan! Are you still sleeping?" She asked as she swung the door open. Walking over to the bed she saw Logan he looked different than he usually did.
"Hey, Ror." Logan greeted weakly
"What's wrong?" She asked. "I don't feel well." He told her.
Rory put her hand on his forehead like her mom always did to her when she wasn't feeling well. His head was very warm compared to hers.
"I'm going to go get Joanna. You don't look so good." Rory said giving him a hug. Logan nodded and closed his eyes.
Minutes later Joanna and Rory returned. Taking Logan's temperature which happened to be 103.4 degrees.
"You did a very good thing by coming to get me." Joanna told Rory "Logan's sick and needs to be taken care of."
Rory nodded and looked over at her best friend who looked pale and tired. "Why don't you go home and play and Logan can call you when he's feeling better." Joanna suggested.
"Ok, Can I make Logan a card!" Rory asked. The maid nodded and watched as Rory walked out of the room.
:End Flashback
Rory remembered Logan ended up having pneumonia. She had brought him chicken soup almost everyday and made him lots of pictures because that's as much as she could do, being ten years old.
She took his hand and brushed his hair out of his face. "You know better than to drink so much Logan. I don't know what the reason is but I have a feeling it started the day you saw me dancing on that bar."
She paused as a wave of fatigue swept over her. "I love you to." she said placing a chaste on his cheek before getting comfortable on the chair next to the bed.
Rory woke up to Colin picking her up and putting her on her bed. "Colin? Why are holding me?" Rory asked sleep evident in her voice.
He let out a low chuckle "Because Logan decided he was going to die from his hangover in his own dorm and you looked very uncomfortable on that chair."
"These aren't my sheets." Rory observed. "We changed them for you because though we know you love Logan you probably wouldn't want to sleep with sheet that smell like his alcohol and puke." Rory wrinkled her nose at Colin's statement.
He pulled the blankets over her and leaned over to give her a kiss on the forehead. "Night, Ror." he said closing the door.
Rory glanced at the clock and observed that she had only been asleep for an hour. As much as she wanted to get up and go to Logan's dorm she knew Logan hated to have people around when he was sick.
It was a Huntzberger thing, being seen sick was seen as being weak. Rory never understood it but Honor said her Dad and Grandpa were the same way.
"I'll go over later." was Rory last coherent thought before she drifted into a deep slumber where Logan proceeded to invade her dreams.
Rory woke up again hours later, six hours to be exact. It was now 4:39 in the afternoon. Rory groaned she had slept her whole day away.
Sitting up she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Glancing around she saw a rather large bouquet of sunflowers sitting on her desk.
Getting up she walked over to the flowers and found the card which read:
Ace,
Thanks for being there for taking care of me.
You're the best nurse ever.
Love,
Logan
She couldn't help it, a smile broke out on her face. She didn't consider taking care of him a job, He was sick and her first instinct was to take care of him. She loved him.
Rorywalked out into the common room to be greeted by a lethargic looking Finn whose head was resting on Steph's lap and Colin.
"Hey, Guys." She said giving a small wave. "How's the hangover Finn?" Finn merely grumbled in response causing Rory to let out a little laugh.
"Did you get your flowers?" Colin asked. Rory smiled and nodded "Yes, They are gorgeous."
"That was his first thought before he decided to hibernate, was to find a way to say thank you." he told her.
"Consider yourself lucky. I didn't get any flowers for taking care of my sickly boyfriend." Steph said leaning closer to Finn's ear.
"Blondie!" Finn whined "Not so loud. And I promise to repay you for nursing me back to health. I maybe more of a present for me than it is for you, but I guarantee you will get just as much pleasure from it. If you catch my drift." Finn wiggled his eye brows suggestively.
"Every sentence that comes out of your mouth has an innuendo attached to it, Finn. How could she not pick up on it?" Colin asked.
"Die." Finn deadpanned and buried his head further into Steph's lap.
"Where's Honor?" Rory questioned noticing that she was nowhere to be found. "Someone had to stay with Logan. I wasn't going to do it because I have absolutely no sympathy for the dumbass." Colin explained.
Rory laughed Logan, Colin and Finn were best friends and they always would be. But it amazed her how little compassion they had for one another. Of course, She knew if anything big were to happen they would have each others backs no matter what.
"I'm going to go shower and whatnot." Rory announced then made her way into the bathroom. She looked around and saw multiple washcloths that she had used for Logan's head still sitting on the floor as well as the beater Logan had taken off.
She realized she really loved Logan. She wouldn't have sat with anyone of her other boyfriends had they been sick like that. Hell, Logan wasn't even her boyfriend and she wanted to nothing but to steal his pain away.
"Now I sound like an Evanescence song." Rory thought to herself. Shaking her head, she got into the shower. She needed to think but at the same time she already knew the conclusion she was going to come to.
Logan laid sprawled out on the couch with his head buried in a pillow. The TV was on and it was loud but apparently his sister didn't care.
"Honor, Do you think you could turn the television set down just a smidge?"
"Nope, I am building up your tolerance for sound again. If your around quiet things while you are recuperating and then feel better, the minute you get into a loud environment your pain will come back." Honor told him.
"Is that even true?"
"I don't know, but I don't want to turn the TV." She shrugged and glanced over at her little brother. "You know if five years ago someone told me I'd be sitting on my brothers dorm room couch make sure he doesn't die from alcohol poisoning I can't say I'd have been shocked."
"Thanks for the memo." came his reply from the couch cushions.
"However, Had they told me that you were drunk beyond belief because of a girl or shall we call her Rory. I'd tell them they were crazy. My brother wasn't stupid he knew how to go after what he wants. But apparently I was wrong."
"Yes I know tell Rory I love her and she'll come running into my arms like I've pictured for years. She'll tell me she loved me and all will be right with the world. That's a fucking fairy tale, Honor. Not my life." Logan sat up yelling.
"How do you know that, Logan? How do you know she's not going to run into your arms and tell you she loves you?"
"Stuff like that doesn't actually happen. We've got to much baggage. There's to many things standing in the way. We've hurt each other beyond repair." Logan sighed
"I think your being stubborn. She's loved you for years, just because you suddenly reappear doesn't mean the feelings disappear."
"Thanks Dr. Phil. I'll be sure to take that into consideration." Logan deadpanned. "Your wasting your time. She's gonna get sick of waiting and move on. Then you'll be broken hearted and you'll end drinking like Finn." Honor told him.
"Not only is she a physiatrist, she's a psychic to!"
"I can't talk to you when your like this!" Honor exclaimed. "Like what Honor? I just spent the night throwing up, I have a headache the size of Asia and you want to sit there and lecture me about my feelings?"
"Well its obvious that you can't figure it out on your own."
"That's for the vote of confidence. Mom and Dad would be proud." Logan retorted.
"They think you're a dumbass too. They love Rory, she's like their second daughter. I think they might like her more than the like me!"
"I hate you." Logan said as he hurled a pillow at her.
Logan knew he was being stupid. He had to at least get his feelings out in the open. He had told Rory he loved her at the café but that wasn't so much of a declaration as a explanation.
He was going to talk to her, he had to. She deserved to know the truth so she could make her own decisions. Of course he wasn't sure what he'd do if she told him there was no hope for him. His heart would shatter, he knew he'd end up spending his nights like he had the previous one.
This was just a filler chapter. I figured I'd get it posted before all the fun festivities for the Forth of July begin tonight, So I apologize for any grammar, spelling and all those other types of errors.
The next chapter will be more fluffy because I am getting a little bored of writing love sick Logan.
Please review! They make me happy!