Author's note: Okay, yeah this chapter may lead you to high speculations of Logan and Jo romance, but I swear it is not intended that way! This was just, the only way I could do it. *Sigh* I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Chapter 3
Whispers in The Dark
"I will be the one that's gonna hold you. I will be the one that you run to. My love is, a burning, comsuming fire."
The dizziness came in never-ending waves as he slowly emerged from his heavy slumber. His head was spinning and pounding, his breathing was slow and shallow, and his body was heavy and aching, the most prominent ache being in his left shoulder. Logan slowly sat up holding his head. He noticed that he was in his bed with the curtains closed.
It was dark, the only light coming from the crack at the bottom of the door, and the clock on the nightstand to his left; '11:30 a.m.' it read. 'I slept for 16 hours?' He thought. It was at least 7:00 p.m. when Mrs. Knight had come to pick them up from that apartment building, where he had collapsed.
He slowly brought his legs over the edge of the bed and sat there for a minute, waiting for the dizziness to ease a bit. Then he stood up and walked a few feet, but the room started spinning faster and he had to lean a hand against the wall to keep from falling over. He took deep breaths, and the room stopped spinning slightly.
He pushed off and opened the door, the hard light piercing through, stinging his eyes. He squeezed them shut and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ease the pain. Then he used the wall to help him keep his balance and guide him to the kitchen.
Mrs. Knight was cooking in the kitchen while Kendall was sitting at the table eating some french toast. Logan slowly made his way along the wall to the arch, feeling heavier with every step. He accidentally bumped a figurine resting on a shelf in the hall that lead to the rooms, making it fall over. The sound claimed the attention of both other occupants in the room.
"Logan!" Kendall exclaimed and jumped from his seat over to where Logan was leaning up against the small banister. He grabbed Logan's good arm and supported him while leading him to the table. "How are you feeling? You had us all worried sick there! Don't you ever do that to me again you hear me?" Kendall continued as he set Logan gently down into the chair right of Kendall's previous spot. Then he sat back down in his spot and stared at Logan with worried eyes.
Logan slumped into his seat and breathed heavily. "Sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."
"Oh no no no sweetie." Mrs. Knight said softly as she set a plate of french toast in front of him. "Don't be sorry. We know it's not your fault. We were just worried, that's all." She sent Kendall a pointed look.
Kendall sighed heavily. "Yeah, sorry. I totally didn't mean it like that. I just. . .You were sleeping for so long and. . ." He trailed off.
"I called your mom and told her what happened." Mrs. Knight said. "She couldn't come down here but she wishes she could, and she sends her love."
"That's okay." Logan said. "I wouldn't expect her to come anyways." The two others gave him a confused look. "Because of the price of tickets and such." He finished hurriedly.
"So, how are you feeling?" Kendall asked. "And don't just say you'll be fine!"
Logan smiled softly at how well Kendall knew him, then let out a big sigh. "Well. . ." He started, when the door burst open and an arguing James and Carlos walked in.
"She was totally looking at me!" Carlos yelled at James.
"I'm afraid you are mistaken my young friend. For I am clearly the better looking one." James stated simply.
"You always get the girl!" Carlos yelled at him. The raised voices were agitating Logan's pounding head and he brought a hand to massage his temple.
Noticing Logan's discomfort, Kendall attempted to get the arguing pair's attention. "Guys?"
"Hey it's not my fault they all just flood towards me!" James said, completely ignoring Kendall.
"Guys." Kendall tried again.
"Oh so the man spray and the constant flirting have nothing to do with it?" Carlos argued.
"Hey you are just as big a flirt as I am!"
That last statement caused Carlos to grab for James angrily and they started wrestling in their spots, standing in front of the table.
"Guys!" Kendall shouted, a little too loudly for the overly-sensitive Logan sitting right next to him and Logan jumped slightly. "Sorry Logan!" He said quickly and Logan sent him a small smile in reassurance.
"Logan!" Carlos said as he finally looked up from his current position; in a head lock held by James.
"Hey how are you feeling buddy?" James asked as he released Carlos and they both sat in the chairs across from Logan and Kendall.
"Yeah we were worried sick about you!" Carlos said.
Simultaneously, Carlos and James leaned forward to Logan and spoke. "Don't you ever do that to us again!"
Logan chuckled. "Heh heh, sorry. Hey how's Jo doing?" He quickly changed the subject.
"Well actually she's been sleeping all day like you." Mrs. Knight informed while washing dishes in the kitchen. "We haven't heard anything new yet."
"She was sound alseep in Kendall's arms last night." Carlos said. "She didn't even stir when Kendall put her in the car."
"Or when he took her out of the car." James said.
"Or when he passed her to her dad." Carlos said.
"She must've been really tired." James said.
"Well, falling off a building kinda takes a lot out of you." Logan joked. Everyone chuckled but Logan's morphed into a coughing fit.
"Logan? You okay?" James asked.
Kendall immediately brought a hand to feel his forhead. "Mom he's burning up!"
Logan ceased his coughing and was trying to regain his breathing. Mrs Knight walked over and replaced Kendall's hand with her own. "Ooo you're running a high fever. Kendall go grab the Tylenol." He nodded and raced off. She turned to Carlos. "Carlos go and grab all the blankets you can find." He nodded and ran off.
"Guys, you don't have to-" Logan tried to protest weakly.
"Shhh honey, it's okay." Mrs. Knight said, then turned to James. "James, go and help Carlos set up the couch." He nodded and went into the living room to set up the cushions for maximum comfort, and the TV for entertainment.
Carlos came back practically burried in blankets and plopped them on the couch. He and James then continued to lay them out along the couch so that it would fold over like a sleeping bag.
"Come on." Mrs. Knight said to Logan. "Let's get you comfortable. You need to rest." She helped him up and lead him to the couch.
"Really Mrs. Knight, I'll be fine. You don't have to-"
"Logan, you are sick and we are going to take care of you." Mrs. Knight said firmly. They reached the couch and Mrs. Knight gently forced Logan to sit down. "Now lay down while I go make you some nice tea." She left to the kitchen, leaving Logan sitting in the living room with the snickering James and Carlos.
"You'd better listen to her Logan." James said.
"Yeah Logan. You don't wanna disobey Mrs. Knight. Bad things happen to those who don't listen to Mrs. Knight." Carlos warned dramatically.
"Especially when she's in 'Mom' mode." James said. Logan let out a sigh in defeat and laid his pounding head down on the soft cushion.
"I've got the Tylenol!" Kendall said, thrusting said bottle in the air. He passed the kitchen and Mrs. Knight handed him a glass of water. Then he ran over and knelted down in front of Logan, handing him the glass and bottle.
"Thanks." Logan said as he slowly sat up and took the items. Kendall gave him a nod and Logan quickly downed the pill and laid back down. He closed his eyes and waited for the pill to take effect and relieve his aching body and the burning in his head.
"Here you go dear." Mrs. Knight came in with a cup of tea.
"Thanks." He sat up and took a sip, then laid back down.
Mrs. Knight sat down beside him and felt his forehead again. She took a sharp breath through her teeth. "He's still burning." She turned around. "Kendall could you go get a cold cloth?" He nodded and ran off again. She turned back to Logan and started stroking his hair. "Don't worry hun. We'll take good care of you."
"Thank you." Logan said softly, with more meaning behind it that just pulled at Mrs. Knight's heart strings. She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. Kendall came back with the cloth and she gently laid it on Logan's burning head. "There you go, now get some rest." She said gently. Logan nodded with a weak smile.
"So," James said and he went over to the TV. "Any requests?" He turned around only to find that Logan was already asleep. Everyone smiled and quietly moved to the kitchen.
Mrs. Knight went off to clean elsewhere and the boys just watched their friend in concern. "I don't get it." James whispered. "How could he get sick? Especially this sick! It wasn't that cold out. Sure it was a little chilly," Kendall and Carlos gave him a hard look. "Okay, a lot chilly. But we were all wearing jackets. And his was the warmest one! And how come we aren't sick? We were all in the cold for the same amount of time that he was! How come none of us are burning a high fever and sleeping for 16 hours a day?"
"I don't know." Kendall whispered. "Maybe he has a weaker immune system than us."
"But he eats all that healthy stuff." Carlos said. "And tries to get us to eat it." He shuddered at the thought.
"True." Kendall said. They all stood there trying to think.
"Maybe we accidentally left the window open in his room when we brought him in last night." James suggested.
"No. I made sure that it was closed and locked for this specific reason." Kendall said. They thought.
"Maybe there was a hole in his jacket!" Carlos suggested.
"No, Logan takes good care of his things." James said. "You know him. Crazy cautious and all that. If there was a hole, he'd make sure to get it fixed before-"
"Wait," Kendall cut him off. "That's it! His jacket. . .He wasn't wearing it!"
"Yes he was." James argued.
"Yeah," Carlos said.
"No I mean after." Kendall said. "After they, you know, fell off. And we ran down and they were on that balcony. He wasn't wearing his jacket! He gave it to. . . ."
A thick fog engulfed her thoughts as she slowly sat up in her bed. Everything was fuzzy and unclear. She was in a 'half-asleep' state, still fighting to fully gain consciousness. She held her head, trying to remember everything. Then everything came in an overwhelming flash.
The lobby. Flinching at Kendall. The paramedics. The balcony. The cold. The falling. She gripped the covers in fear as she relived that feeling, but they felt thicker and rough. She looked down to find a jacket laid out, covering her torso. The arms. Suddenly she was very aware that she didn't feel those arms anymore, and that strong falling feeling didn't go away.
Her breathing accelerated, she started to panic. She brought her knees to her chest, bringing the jacket along with them, and she covered her head. She let out a loud whimper and quickly grabbed the jacket, hugging it close to her chest as if it would give her that same safe feeling. It didn't, and she began to shake uncontrollably as the fear grew and grew.
Then the door to her bedroom opened. "Jo honey what is it? What's wrong?" He sat on her bed and tried to put a comforting hand on her knee, but she flinched away with a whimper and moved up against the head of the bed. "Jo it's me! It's daddy!" She hugged her knees, and the jacket closer to her. "Jo?" He said in a softer voice.
She looked up. "D-dad?"
He nodded, relieved. "That's right sweetie. Daddy's here. Come on hun." He out-stretched his arms.
She flinched again at the movement. "I. . .I can't." She said, shock and confusion evident in her voice. "Daddy. . .What's wrong with me?"
"It's my turn!" She screamed.
"Sorry Katie, but there's no way I'm gonna break our winning strike!" He said.
"But Kendall! You've been playing for hours!" Katie whined.
"Don't worry Katie," James said. "I'll beat him fast for you."
"Hohoho you wish!" Kendall laughed.
"Don't worry Kendall." Carlos said. "We won't beat you too hard, just hard enough to prove that we are the best team! Watch out James, red shell!"
"I believe the score board disagrees with you Carlos." Kendall said. "You're team is behind us by like 50 points! Clearly, Logan and I are the better team. Oh! Darnit Peach!"
"He does have a point there." Logan said. "Whoa, banana peel."
"Thanks bud. Watch out! Wario's got star power!" Kendall said.
"Yeah! Go Wario!" James cheered.
Katie huffed and crossed her arms. Logan had woken up about two hours ago and the boys have been on the couch playing Mario Kart Wii ever since. She watched the screen. It was teams; Kendall and Logan were on the blue team while James and Carlos on red. Kendall had chosen Mario, Logan chose Koopa Troopa, James was Luigi and Carlos picked Bowser.
Katie found it funny; Carlos picked the bad guy, and Luigi and Bowser were fighting together. It was like Luigi and Peach, who was also on their team, joined the dark side against Mario, and Koopa Troopa switched to the side of good. Katie felt a little sympathetic as she watched Logan hold the controller awkwardly with his slinged arm.
"Come on come on come on!" James chanted. "Almost there. . ." He passed the finish line in third, behind Logan and Kendall, with Carlos trailing James. "Darnit!"
"Ha ha! We win! Told you we're the better team!" Kendall said smugly.
"You know, you only won because we let you." Carlos said.
"Yeah." James said.
"And why would you do that?" Kendall asked incredulously.
"Because. . .Uh. . ." Carlos hesitated.
"Because Logan's sick!" James realized.
"Nice excuse." Logan said sarcastically.
"Is it my turn now?" Katie asked.
"Are you kidding?" James asked. "We need a rematch! This time there's no holding back!"
"Yeah!" Carlos yelled. His voice startled Logan and he jumped a little, before bringing a hand to massage his pounding temple. "Oh sorry Logan."
"Do you need a glass of water?" Kendall asked.
"Or more Tylenol?" James asked.
"Nah it's okay." Logan said. "Maybe, just a break. Here Katie, you can take over for me." He gave Katie the controller and she sat down beside him.
"Thanks." She said.
"You gonna be okay?" Kendall asked.
"Yeah I'm good. Go ahead and play, I'll just watch this round. Besides, I'm sure Katie here is a better player than I am." He said with a smile.
Katie smiled bashfully. "So are we gonna play or what?" They all nodded and started the game while Logan laid his head down on the back of the couch and watched.
Mrs. Knight watched with a smile from the kitchen as she put some dishes away, when the phone rang. "Hello? Oh hi Mr. Taylor how's Jo do-Alright slow down, what's going on?. . .Yes. . .Oh my. . ."
The odd phone conversation had caught the attention of the living room. They had paused their game and were watching Mrs. Knight in concern. "Well have you tried-I see." Mrs. Knight continued. "She couldn't calm her down either huh? Alright well calm down. . .Yes they'll be right over. . .Okay. Bye." She hung up the phone and turned to the living room to see five sets of eyes wide with concern staring at her.
"Mom? Is everything okay?" Kendall asked.
Mrs. Knight sighed. "That was Mr. Taylor. He said that Jo woke up a little while ago and started freaking out. She wouldn't let him touch her and she can't stop shaking. He called Camille to see if she could help but she got the same response. He's hoping that maybe we can help. If not. . ." She trailed off. "He's going to call a doctor."
"What?" Kendall said and stood up. "Well, does he know what's wrong with her?"
Mrs. Knight shook her head. "He's tried to calm her down, but everytime he gets close she gets more scared and moves away from him."
"Like last night." Carlos realized. "She wouldn't let Kendall touch her either."
"But maybe she would now." James said.
"We have to go over there." Kendall said. James and Carlos stood up.
"He's already expecting you." Mrs. Knight said. "Why don't you three go and I'll stay here with Logan and Katie?"
"Aaaaw why can't I go?" Katie asked standing up.
"Because this is serious and having more people over there could agitate Jo and scared her more." Mrs. Knight said and Katie plopped back down on the couch. "Go on boys." Mrs. Knight nodded and the boys started to leave.
"Wait," James said and stopped in his place. "What if this is like last night?"
"What do you mean?" Kendall asked.
"Well," James continued. "When you couldn't calm her down last night. . ." He turned to the couch. "It was Logan who did." They all looked to Logan. "What if she'll only respond to Logan?"
"That's crazy." Kendall said. "I'm her boyfriend! Why wouldn't she respond to me?"
"Weeell," Carlos said. "She didn't last night. Maybe James is right. Maybe she'll only respond to Logan."
"But why would she only respond to him and not me?" Kendall asked. They stood their thinking for a bit.
"Because he was the one who caught her." James realized. They stood quiet for a moment, letting it sink in.
"Well even if that is the case, Logan can't go anywhere. He's sick!" Kendall said.
"But if he is right. . ." Logan said. "Shouldn't we try?"
"Logan-" Kendall tried.
"Kendall this is Jo. Your girlfriend. Don't you want to help her in any way you can?" Logan asked, already sitting up.
"But Logan you're too sick. The simplest change in volume agitates your head. What if you get more sick or collapse like yesterday?" Kendall said.
"If we can help her than it's worth the risk." Logan said. He slowly pushed himself off the couch and stood. His head heated up in dizziness and he stood waiting for it to subside. Then he took a step and his balance wavered.
Carlos ran and caught him, holding him up, and James ran to his other side and slung Logan's good arm over his shoulder. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea." Carlos said. "Kendall's right, you can't even stand up by yourself!"
Logan tried to regulate his breathing. "That's why I have you guys." He said with a weak smile. They offered small smiles in return. "Now come on, Jo may need us." Then they were out the door.
"Come on honey, you know I won't hurt you! Just come to daddy!" He pleaded.
"I c-can't." Jo studdered.
"Why? Why won't you let me hold you?"
"I'm. . . .Scared."
"Scared of what Jo?" Camille asked.
She shook her head frantically. More tears streamed down her face. She was so scared. But she didn't know why. She knew her dad and Camille would never hurt her. Her dad just wanted to hold her. Why couldn't she let him hold her? Why was she so scared of his touch? She longed to be held, so why was she scared to be? Jo let out a small whimper.
Everything started to feel like it was a dream, like she wasn't really here. Her dad and Camille's voices sounded so far away. She felt like she was falling in a black abyss, alone, and nothing seemed to pull her out of it. Forever falling, with no one to catch her.
"Shh shh. It's okay Jo. It's okay." Her dad tried. "Kendall is coming over. Will that help? Will that make you feel better?"
Kendall, maybe that's who she needed; Kendall to hold her and tell her everything would be okay. Maybe she won't be scared with Kendall there. She squeezed her eyes shut and stayed up against the bedstand, shaking. She tried to calm herself down, taking deep breaths, but nothing seemed to work. She sub-consciously tightened her grip around the jacket in her arms, hoping it would keep her out of the darkness.
"Do you need anything?" Mr. Taylor asked. "Something to eat?"
"A glass of water?" Camille asked.
Jo gave no response. "It's alright sweetie." Mr. Taylor said and tried to touch her leg gently. She flinched.
"D-don't." She said, bringing her legs closer to her and squeezing her eyes harder as she tightened her grip around the jacket. She began to shake harder. The voices faded, she went back into that darkness in her mind.
"I'm sorry honey!" Mr. Taylor said. "We're gonna get you help Jo. Everything will be fine."
"And we're both right here for you." Camille said. "You're not alone. We're going to help you in any way we can." Jo shifted her hold on the jacket before hugging it tighter, and that's when Camille finally got a good look at it. 'Isn't that Logan's jacket? How did she get Logan's jacket? And why is she hugging it like that?' But she brushed off the thoughts and continued to watch her scared friend in concern.
"Jo!" Came a breathless voice. Mr. Taylor and Camille looked over to see a panting Kendall in the doorway.
"Kendall! Thank goddness you're here." Mr. Taylor said in relief, and turned to his daughter. "Jo?" He said softly. "Jo honey, Kendall's here. It's okay Jo." He got up and moved for Kendall to sit down.
"Jo?" Kendall said.
Jo slowly opened her eyes. "K-Kendall?" She fought against the darkness.
"Yeah Jo," Kendall said softly as he took Mr. Taylor's spot beside her. "It's me. I'm here. Everything's okay." He slowly moved his hand towards her knee. She eyed it and began to shake harder. "Jo it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. It's okay." He continued his pace, slow and steady towards her knee.
Jo eyed his hand. She tried so hard to calm herself down, to stop shaking. But the closer Kendall's hand got, the more she shook. The more scared she got. The more confused she got. 'Why can't I stop shaking? Why am I so scared? It's Kendall! Kendall has never hurt me. He's the one that makes me feel better! Why can't he make me feel better now? Why am I so scared of him?'
"I-I can't!" She yelled. "I'm sorry! Don't touch me. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" She shook her head frantically and hugged the jacket tighter as her body shook with fear and she squeezed her eyes shut.
"Jo?" Kendall said. He retracted his hand. "Jo it's okay. Listen to me. You have to calm down. It's okay, I'm right here Jo. You don't have to be scared."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She said softly. Tears streamed down her face. The darkness took over once again. Falling deeper and deeper than before. She couldn't hear her friends' voices clearly anymore. All she knew was darkness, and falling.
"It's okay Jo, it's okay." Kendall said. "We'll figure this out. Together. I promise, I'm going to help you. You're going to get better." She seemed to calm down in the slightest at those words. But she continued to shake and her grip on the jacket in her arms was turning her knuckles white.
"We're here." Came another voice from the doorway, and they turned around to see James and Carlos holding up a sick Logan. "Sorry we took so long." James said.
"Logan?" Camille asked, noticing his weak state. "What's wrong?"
"He's sick." Carlos said and Camille's eyes widened.
"It didn't work." Kendall said. "I can't calm her down. She's still scared of me." He sounded so defeated, helpless, and desperate.
James and Carlos helped Logan sit down on the other side of the bed, opposite of Kendall, and he tentatively leaned in closer to Jo. "Jo? Can you hear me?" He said softly.
She felt lost. Everything felt like it was trying to hurt her. She was trapped. Falling, in this dark place with no ground. Just forever falling. The voices around her were muffled and hard to hear.
"Jo?" Wait. That voice. The voice that cut through the darkness. "Can yo. h..r me?" The voice that came with comfort and safety. Safety. "Jo? Can you o..n y..r ey.s. . ."
'What? What's it saying? I can't hear it.'
"Open your eyes Jo."
'My eyes?'
"It's okay. Nothing's going to hurt you." Jo slowly opened her eyes.
She noticed that James and Carlos were standing near her bad now, and Logan. . .Logan was here. "L-Logan?"
"That's right. I'm right here Jo. So is your dad, and Kendall, and Camille. They want to help you. We all do."
"I'm scared." Jo whispered. "Nothing feels safe anymore. I'm so scared."
"It's okay now. You're safe." Logan leaned a little closer. "Everything's okay."
'That's what he said on the balcony.' She slowly loosened her arms that hugged her legs and the jacket. 'Safe.' She uncurled herself slowly. Logan moved closer. He brought his hand up, and slowly and tentatively moved it closer to her.
She retracted at first, but then stopped, when she realized that she wasn't scared of this hand. This hand was the one that saved her. She moved closer ever so slightly. Logan touched her arm lightly, and she flinched back slightly. But he gripped her arm firmly, yet gently and held it. She stared at his hand, then grabbed him and hugged him close. "Don't leave me." She whispered, then started to cry quietly.
Logan wrapped his good arm around her and held her tight. "Shhhhh, it's okay. I've got you Jo, I've got you." He rubbed circles on her back and she relaxed against his chest.
Mr. Taylor, Camille, James and Carlos all sighed in relief, but then quickly turned to Kendall with worried gazes. Kendall had a mixture of relief, hurt and confusion across his face. He was so glad that Jo seemed to be okay again, for now. But why couldn't he be the one to have done it? Why was his own girlfriend scared of him?
A hint of jealousy reared its ugly head. Why did Logan get to hold Jo and not him? Then a hint of betrayal came around. How could Logan do this to him? He was holding Kendall's girlfriend the way he should be holding her.
Kendall looked at Jo and Logan. He saw Logan's face. Logan was soothing Jo, hushing her and rubbing her back. His face held such care and kindness. It suddenly made Kendall's blood boil with anger and jealousy. But then Logan looked over to Kendall, and his expression turned to one of extreme remorse.
Logan felt horrible for the situation, it was written all over his face. Just as fast as Kendall's feeling of betrayal came, so did it dissipate and leave extreme guilt in its place. How could Kendall think that about Logan? He was his best friend! Logan was always a kind and caring person, it's in his nature, it's who he is. Kendall knew that. He knew that Logan was just helping a friend in desperate need.
Kendall was then incredibly grateful that Logan was their to help Jo when he couldn't. It still hurt that Jo wouldn't go to him, but at least he knew that she was in good hands, and he knew that she didn't mean it. She still loved Kendall.
Jo had finally calmed down and was asleep now in Logan's arms, where they were leaning up against the head of the bed. Though Logan continued to rub soothing circles on her back. Mr. Taylor had gone to call a doctor to ask for advice about the situation. Now it was Kendall, James, Carlos and Camille in the dining room just outside the bedroom.
"Why is she like this?" Camille whispered. "And why does she only go to Logan? Shouldn't she want to go to Kendall?"
"We have a theory." James whispered. "We think Jo only goes to Logan because Logan was the one who caught her last night when she fell."
"As for why she's scared of Kendall and everyone else. . ." Carlos whispered. "We still don't know."
"I just hope she'll be okay." Kendall whispered. "I hate seeing her like this. I hate that she's so scared all the time. And I hate not being able to help her!" His voice raised in frustration. "I feel so useless!"
"We all want to help her." Camille said soothingly. "This is hard on all of us." She was speaking about more than just helping Jo. Even though they weren't dating anymore, Camille still didn't like to see Logan embracing Jo that way. She felt bad for being so selfish. She knew that her friend was hurting, and that Logan was the only one that was able to help her at this time. But it still hurt.
Mr. Taylor hung up the phone then and went over to them at the table. "The doctor suggested I take her to see a therapist. I've set up an appointment tomorrow at noon. Maybe we can finally figure out what's wrong with her."
They all nodded and sighed in relief. Though that relief didn't last very long. They had to try to get Jo to the therapist tomorrow, but she couldn't go anywhere without Logan, and Logan was still sick with a high fever. They all craned their heads into the room to see that Logan had also fallen asleep. This was going to be difficult.
"No. You'll never be alone. When darkness comes I'll light the night with stars, hear my Whispers in The Dark. No. You'll never be alone. When darkness comes you know I'm never far, hear my Whispers in The Dark." - 'Whispers in The Dark' by Skillet