Camille was sitting on her bed, waiting for Logan's promised call. She wanted to call him, but she knew it wouldn't make the current situation any better. She sighed.

"Mommy?"

Camille looked up and saw Mia standing in the doorway.

"Hi, honey," she said, smiling. But the smile quickly disappeared when she saw her daughter's sad and slightly desperate face. "Mia, what's wrong?"

Mia came to her and Camille pulled her onto her lap.

"Logan is sad."

"Yes, I know."

"It's my fault," Mia said desperately. Camille was surprised. "Honey, why on earth is that your fault?"

"I think he's sad because ... because I don't say "Daddy" to him."

At first, Camille didn't know what to say. Yes, Logan had been sad about it, but that wasn't the reason for the current situation.

"I want it, but I can't."

"Are you afraid you might lose him again?" Camille asked carefully. Mia nodded slowly. "I love him very much, Mommy."

"He loves you too, sweetie. And it's not your fault."

"But why is he sad?"

Camille sighed. "Well ... you know Logan and Carlos have two very good friends, don't you?"

Mia nodded.

"And Logan told these friends about you today, but ... well, the conversation didn't go very well and that made Logan sad."

Mia still looked upset, and Camille wondered how she might cheer Mia up when Carlos and Lex came in. Camille immediately noticed the concerned expression on their faces and pressed Mia closer to her as if she wanted to physically shield her from the bad news. "What's happening?"

Carlos hesitated. "Um ... Kendall just called."

"Did he change his mind?"

"I don't know ... But he said ... Logan had a car accident."

When they entered the hospital, Camille murmured to Lex, "It's my fault."

She looked at Camille in surprise. "How so?"

"I knew he wasn't feeling well. Maybe I should have accompanied him. But I didn't do anything. I just let him go."

"So if that's your reasoning, I'm guilty as well. When I said goodbye to him, I had a bad feeling too."

Camille said nothing.

"But do you really think it wasn't an accident?"

"I don't know," Camille said desperately. "I only know that he wasn't feeling well and he ... well, he never got along very well with sadness."

Alexa knew what Camille meant and shook her head. "Logan would never do that to you and Mia."

Camille sighed. "Yes, maybe you're right. I-"

"Excuse me, can I help you?" A doctor had noticed their small group. Camille turned to him in relief. "Yes, I hope so. We're here because of Logan Mitchell. He had a car accident."

The doctor nodded. "Yes, I remember."

"How is he? Can we see him?"

The doctor was about to answer, but then he frowned and asked, "Um, may I ask who you are?"

"Camille Roberts. I'm his girlfriend."

"Girlfriend ..." the doctor murmured, glancing at the documents he was holding in his hands. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you any information."

"But we have a child together," Camille said, nodding over to Mia. The doctor glanced over to her, then he shook his head. "I don't know what kind of strange relationship you have, but I don't care either. I can't tell you anything. You have to wait until his fiancee gives you information."

"His fiancee?" Camille and Alexa asked at the same time. The doctor nodded impatiently. "Yes, she's with him right now. Now please excuse me. I have work to do." He walked away. Camille and Alexa stared at each other in confusion.

"Fiancee? What's going on here?"

"I have no idea," Camille answered. Suddenly, an unpleasant thought came to her mind. "Do you think this is a foul play? What if Logan and Peggy are still together?"

Alexa's eyes widened, but then she shook her head. "No, I can't believe that."

At that moment, Jo came up to them. "Is Logan okay?"

Alexa shrugged and explained the strange situation.

"Fiancee?"

"I don't know what that means. I just want to know how he's doing," Camille said desperately. Jo thought for a moment, then smiled. "I have an idea. Wait here." She went to the registration desk where a young woman smiled at her. "Good day. Can I help you?"

Jo nodded. "I hope so. My sister, Peggy Young, just called me and said her fiance had a car accident. She asked me to come here, but unfortunately she forgot to tell me which room it is."

The young woman nodded and turned to her computer. "What's the patient's name?"

"Logan Mitchell."

Five minutes later, Jo went back to the others. "Voilà."

When Camille entered the room, Peggy was sitting next to Logan's bed, holding his hand in hers. However, Logan didn't notice any of it because he was sleeping. Camille cleared her throat and Peggy turned around. She got up, startled. "Camille ..."

"How is he?"

"It's not so bad. He has a concussion, bruised ribs, and a sprained leg. But didn't the doctors tell you about it?"

"No, they didn't want to tell me anything. How did you even know about it? Did Kendall call you too?"

Peggy shook her head. "No, I called Kendall."

Camille was confused. "But how did you ...?"

"The hospital called me."

"What?"

Peggy nodded and reached for Logan's wallet, which was on a small table opposite the bed. She opened it and pulled out a note that she handed to Camille. Camille looked at it and saw the word EMERGENCY CONTACT at the top. Below was Peggy's name and her cell phone number. Camille recognized Logan's handwriting and felt betrayed. Peggy seemed to know what was going on in her, because she said softly, "I'm sure he just hasn't thought of changing it yet."

"And why did you tell the doctor that you were his fiancee?" Her voice sounded irritable. Peggy looked at her in surprise, then shook her head. "This is a misunderstanding. I told him we weren't together anymore. He probably missed it."

Camille nodded and sighed. "Peggy ... I don't know what to say ... It's-"

Peggy stood up. "It's okay, Camille. You don't have to explain anything." She walked past Camille to the door. There she stopped and said, "It would be nice if I could visit him again while he's here."

Camille nodded. "Of course."

"And I'll let the doctors know that they can give you information. Then I will also clear up this misunderstanding with the engagement. See you." She went out. Camille took a deep breath and sat down in the chair next to Logan's bed. She looked at his face, which was full of scratches, and sighed. There was a knock on the door and Lex, Carlos, Jo and Mia came in. Mia approached her hesitantly.

"It's all right, honey," Camille assured her, pulling her onto her lap. "He's sleeping."

Mia looked sadly at Logan and carefully touched his cheek. "Daddy ..."

Camille was surprised and touched at the same time. She hugged Mia and kissed the top of her head. Carlos cleared his throat. "Um, I think we should go. There are two other visitors coming." He looked over at Mia and Camille understood immediately. "Come on, Mia. We'll visit him tomorrow."

Mia nodded reluctantly, gave Logan a quick kiss on the cheek, and followed the others out of the room.

When they left the hospital, Camille discovered Kendall and James. She turned to Alexa and Jo. "Can you take Mia to the car?"

They nodded.

"But Mommy, why don't you come with us?"

"I've got something important to do, honey. I'll see you later, okay?"

Mia nodded silently. Alexa took her hand. "Come on, sweetie."

She and Jo walked away with Mia. Camille waited until she was sure Mia was out of earshot, then she went with Carlos to Kendall and James.

"What do you want here?" Kendall was still angry. But unlike him, Camille tried to sound calm. "See how he's doing."

"He doesn't need you. Before you showed up again, he was happy. And now he's in the hospital. Quite strange, isn't it?"

"The car accident isn't my fault, Kendall."

"Of course not," he murmured, rolling his eyes.

"For your information: It was Logan's decision. He wanted to be with me again. I had no intention of destroying his relationship with Peggy. And it's not my fault that he hurt himself."

Carlos and James flinched at these words. Kendall was silent. Camille took advantage of his silence to continue talking to him, "Do you know what I think? I think you're so angry with me because it's the first time that Logan doesn't listen to your advice. You always tried to influence him and he always gave in. But now he finally stands up for himself and you don't want to admit that. You can't stand being out of control. You should finally stop treating him like a little boy. He can make his own decisions. You-"

"Shut up!" Kendall yelled angrily. "You have no idea what you're talking about! You were not here! You didn't see how much he suffered!" He walked up to Camille and a second later, she was lying on the ground.

"Cami!" Carlos rushed over to see if she was injured. Her leg was bleeding.

"Are you crazy?!" He shouted angrily at Kendall. Kendall, however, had gone pale. He looked like he was going to say something, but then he turned around and ran away. Carlos looked worriedly at Camille. "Can you stand up? Or should I get help?"

"It's okay, Carlos."

With his help, she managed to get up. He went to a bench with her and Camille sat down on it.

"Are you sure everything is all right?"

Camille nodded and looked at James, who was standing there with his hands in his pockets, waiting.

"But you can do me a favor. Take Mia and the others home."

Carlos also looked over at James and understood. "Okay, see you later." He nodded to James and disappeared towards the parking lot. Camille looked at her injury. "Crap."

"Here, take this."

Camille looked at James who handed her a tissue.

"Thank you."