Author's note: Another boring chapter. Sorry, but it had to be done.

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Chapter 4

Therapy

"Times are hard, times have changed don't ya say? But I keep holding on to you. It's hard to keep the faith alive day to day. Leaning on the strength I found in you."

The voices sounded muffled. She slowly began to focus her mind as she woke up. She didn't open her eyes just yet, she just laid there listening to whoever was whispering in her room.

"What are we gonna do?" Kendall whispered.

"I don't know. But she has to see them." Mr. Taylor whispered. "She can't live like this. I can't let her."

'Them? Who's them? Who does dad want me to see?'

"But we don't even know if they can help." James whispered.

"Yeah." Carlos whispered. "What if they can't even do anything, or make it worse?"

"It doesn't matter 'cause she can't even go anywhere without Logan." Camille whispered.

"I could take her-" Logan started, but was cut off by a cough. He took the hand that was wrapped around Jo and brought it to his mouth to cough into it.

"Logan you're too sick." Kendall whispered.

'Logan's sick? When did this happen? Was he sick when he came over last night?'

"It's the only way she'll go." Logan said hoarsely. Everyone was silent for a while.

"Guys?" Jo said. "What's going on?" She finally sat up, keeping her arms around Logan.

"Good morning sweetie." Her dad said. "How are you feeling?"

"What's going on?" Jo repeated, with more force this time. Everyone shared a look.

Mr. Taylor let out a heavy sigh. "I called the doctors last night when you were sleeping. I asked them about your condition and they said. . .They told me to take you to a therapist. I've set up an appointment for this afternoon."

"A therapist?" Jo repeated. "You think I'm crazy?"

"No no no it's not like that." Camille said. "It's just that. . .Your behavior isn't normal and. . ."

"We just want to help you." Kendall said.

"Please don't be mad honey." Mr. Taylor said as he slowly sat on the bed. "We're trying to do what's best for you."

Jo thought for a bit. "I know. I know I'm a mess. I know this isn't normal." She looked at each one of her friends. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Logan said and rubbed her arm comfortingly. He gave her a reassuring smile and she smiled back.

"I'll go." Jo nodded in determination.

"I'm proud of you." Mr. Taylor said with a smile.

Jo smiled back at her dad, but it fell when Logan coughed again. She turned to him with worried eyes. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

Logan dropped his gaze guiltily. "Because it's not important. What's important is you being okay."

Jo's eyes grew soft and she dropped her gaze as well. "How bad?" She said softly.

"He had a pretty high fever yesterday." James said. Jo looked up at him worriedly.

Kendall walked over and put his hand on Logan's forehead as Logan coughed. "He's a little better than yesterday, but he's still pretty warm."

"We don't think he should be doing anything that could make it worse." Carlos said.

"Like going to the therapist's office?" Jo asked guiltily.

Logan looked at her and rubbed her arm. "Don't worry Jo, we'll figure something out. I promise I won't leave your side if you don't want me to."

Jo looked at him with thankful and guilty eyes.

Mr. Taylor pulled up to the therapist's office. It was a big white building with windows all along the walls, and long glass doors in the front. Mr. Taylor stepped out and opened the back door for the others.

Jo stepped out holding Logan's hand, and tried to help Logan out as well. Kendall got out of the passenger seat and came around to help Logan too, carefully holding around his slinged shoulder. Then Jo brought Logan's hand around her shoulder and tried to help support his weight while Kendall held him below his sling. Then they followed Mr. Taylor who opened the big glass doors for them and walked inside.

"Hello. May I help you?" The secretary asked.

"We have an appointment with Dr. Matthews." Mr. Taylor said. He walked over to the desk, the others slowly following.

"Ah yes," The secretary said as she tapped the keys on her keyboard. "Taylor, Josephine. Correct?"

"Yes that's right." Mr. Taylor said.

"Well you're right on time. Dr. Matthews is just about finished with another client. Why don't you go wait in the waiting room, he should be out in a few minutes." She gestured to the chairs lining the room to the right.

Mr. Taylor nodded. "Thank you." He said and they all headed for the chairs. Mr. Taylor sat down, then Jo sat beside him, slowly sliding her hands from Logan's shoulder to his hand.

Kendall helped Logan sit down beside Jo then took the seat beside Logan. "How ya doin'?" He asked.

Logan nodded. "I'm okay." He said.

"I'm sorry you have to be here." Jo said.

"Don't be." Logan said. "We all just want you better."

Jo looked down guiltily and simply watched as her thumbs brushed Logan's hand. Logan gave her a squeeze of reassurance and she smiled lightly. Then she turned to look at Kendall. He was just staring at the floor. He twiddled his thumbs anxiously as his left knee bounced up and down rapidly.

"Kendall?" Jo asked in a quiet voice. Kendall looked up at her and for that second, she could see how worried he was. She also saw that hurt and desperation that just couldn't seem to leave his face ever since the balcony.

But he soon hid all that behind a small smile. "What's up Jo?" He asked.

She was about to say something when a doctor came into the room. "Josephine Taylor?" He asked as he looked at a clipboard.

"Right here." Mr. Taylor said as he stood up. "I'm her father." He shook the doctor's hand.

"Nice to meet you sir." The doctor said. "I'm Dr. Matthews. If you all could follow me, we can get started." He said cheerfully and started leading the way.

They walked down a little hallway before entering a small room with a big desk and two chairs in front. There was a big window to the right and a couch beneath it.

Dr. Matthews walked around the desk and sat in the big swirly chair while Kendall closed the door behind him. Mr. Taylor led Jo to the chair on the right, in front of the desk, then sat on the arm of it, beside her. Kendall helped Logan sit in the other chair and stood beside him.

"Now," Dr. Matthews started as he set the clipboard down and looked at Jo. "What seems to be the problem?"

"You can't seriously think that!" He inquired.

"Why not? All the evidence is right there James!" She said. "How could I not think that?" She inquired bitterly.

"Because you know him! You know he's just like that! He can't help it!" James shot back.

"How do I know? What if he really does like her? What if he never liked me at all? I mean, look at how he was with her last night. She was all over him and he didn't say a thing!"

"Camille, you know she couldn't help it."

"Really Carlos? Do you believe that?" Camille asked bitterly.

"Yes!" Carlos said. "You know Jo, and you know Logan. Neither of them would ever do that to you or Kendall! They're nice people!" He said.

"And that's why Logan is doing all this, 'cause he's too nice." James said.

Camille stared at them. She knew they were right. She knew Logan was just too nice to let down a friend in need. It just hurt so much to see him with someone else. Even if they aren't together anymore.

Camille let out a sigh and plopped down on the orange couch. James came and sat down beside her and Carlos sat on the coffee table in front of her. "I'm sorry." She said.

James brought an arm around her shoulders. "It's okay. We know this can't be easy for you." He gave her a comforting squeeze.

"But we're here for you too." Carlos said and he put a comforting hand on her knee. "That's what friends are for." He smiled.

"Thanks guys." She said and sighed. "I hate this."

Carlos came and plopped down on the couch on the other side of Camille. "Me too."

"Why don't you just, tell him?" James asked.

"'Cause," She said. "It's just too. . .Complicated." Everyone let out heavy sighs and stared at the blank screen of the TV.

"My, that's quite a story." He said as he leaned back in his chair.

"Tell me about it." Kendall said.

"Well, do you know what's wrong with her?" Mr. Taylor asked.

"Well," Dr. Matthews started as he leaned forward onto the desk. "From what I gather from your file, and your story, it seems like Jo here has PTSD."

Kendall leaned closer. "What now?"

"Post-traumatic stress disorder." Logan clarified. "It means she was traumatized; really really scared, and that fear kind of stayed with her."

Kendall and Mr. Taylor nodded in understanding. "That's right." Dr. Matthews said. "Because Logan here was the one who caught her when she was so scared, she associates him with the feeling of safety. Now, we can try some tests if you want. But I suggest the best way for her to get over this is slow and steady. We can work through some exercises to try to ease her back into normalcy."

Mr. Taylor nodded and turned to Jo. "What do you think honey?" He said softly.

Jo sat in the chair gripping Logan's shirt around the front and back. "I. . .I don't know."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Dr. Matthews said gently. "The exercises aren't too strenuous, and you would of course have those you need present if you like."

Jo looked around the room at everyone. She wanted to get better, she just wasn't sure if she was ready to try anything yet. She certainly wasn't ready for any tests to be taken on her. "I don't know." She repeated guiltily.

"Maybe the exercises would be easier." Mr. Taylor said. "We can do them at home where you're comfortable."

"That's right." Dr. Matthews said. "You don't have to go anywhere, or do anything too hard. Basically, all the exercises are is you training yourself to be able to let go and move on. You can go as slow as you need to. Don't strain or push yourself. This is meant to help you."

"We'll be right here with you the whole way." Kendall said. "You don't have to go through this alone."

Jo looked at Kendall. He gave her a reassuring smile. "Okay. I'll try." She said.

They all nodded and Dr. Matthews wished them all farewells before they left the office.

*Cough cough*

"Here honey, have some Tylenol."

"Thanks Mrs. Knight." His voice was hoarse and weak.

"Of course Logan." Mrs. Knight said as he took the pill.

"I knew it was a bad idea. You look even worse than before!"

"Gee thanks Kendall." Logan said as he finished his water.

"You know what I mean." Kendall said. He stood in front of Logan who sat on the orange couch.

"Well he has a point." Camille agreed. "You look awful."

"This is all my fault." Jo said.

"Don't say that." Logan said. He rubbed her arm comfortingly.

"But it is!" Jo said. "If I wasn't so messed up in the head, you wouldn't have been out while you were so sick!"

"It couldn't be helped." Logan said. "Let's just focus on getting you better."

"Logan stop it." Jo said. "Stop saying that. Enough about me. Look at you! You have a really high fever, and your shoulder is still messed up! And you can barely keep your eyes open more than half the time! You can't be worrying about me when you're worse off than me! It's not fair!"

"Jo-" Logan started.

"No." Jo cut him off. "Logan, we haven't even spent as much time together as I have with Kendall or you have with Camille. We barely know each other. Sure, we're friends, but that's just mostly because I hang out with Kendall all the time. Why are you doing this? Why do you constantly forget about yourself just to help me? Why do you care about me more than yourself?"

It was quiet for a while. "Because, it's the right thing to do." Logan said simply.

"Logan's always been like that." Carlos said. He stood off near the kitchen beside James. "Haven't we gone through this already?"

"It's really annoying actually." James joked. Carlos elbowed him in the ribs.

Logan blushed a little, then turned back to Jo. "I just want to help."

"But why?" Jo asked.

"Well, for one; you're Kendall's girlfriend. If you're hurting, he's hurting. And he's my best friend so I don't like to see him hurt."

Jo looked over at Kendall with teary eyes, only to see that he also had teary eyes as well, and she dropped her gaze.

"But also," Logan continued, urging Jo to look back up at him. "You're my friend too Jo. Maybe we haven't spent as much time together. But you've still kept me happy and laughing, the same way the guys and Mrs. Knight and Katie, and Camille, and even Guitar Dude have. And I care about my friends."

Jo's eyes overflowed, and she swung her arms around Logan's neck, then cried into his good shoulder. Logan shifted his position so they sat comfortably, and everyone left to the kitchen and talked quietly.

"She's got a point you know." James said. "Logan can't keep doing this. It's not good for him."

"It's Logan." Carlos said. "You know he just cares too much about other people."

"And not enough about himself." Kendall finished. "I wish he would stop doing that."

"At least he's taking care of Jo." James said.

"Yeah, since we can't do anything." Camille said.

"I'm just glad her dad let her stay here, so that Logan doesn't have to keep going back and forth." Kendall said.

"Yeah," Carlos said. "And the doctor you guys went to told us how to help her get over this, so that's good."

"I hope you're right." Kendall said.

"Have a little faith." Carlos said. "Things are starting to look up. And they can only get better, right?" They all turned back to see Jo asleep with Logan stroking her hair comfortingly.

"You're the hope of all the earth. You are my hope." - 'You Are My Hope' by Skillet.