Yay! New chapter! Sorry for the delay, but I've had so much school work and stress from other stuff that I couldn't find the time to write. Here ya go… OH! Yeah, you'll find out what's going on in a few minutes, just keep reading!
(Logan's POV)
The harsh white lights blinded me as I opened my eyes. I brought my hands up to rub my eyes, but my right hand wouldn't move. I looked down at it, suddenly aware of heat surrounding it. There was another hand holding on tightly to mine. Connected to the hand was an arm. Connected to the arm was Kendall. He was sleeping.
James and Carlos weren't in the room, but three hockey bags in the corner told me that they had been there. And that all three of them had been here for however long I have, probably never leaving. It was then that I realized that I was in a hospital room.
Kendall stirred, opening his green eyes and lifting his head from where it had been resting on the crisp white sheets. "Logan?" He asked, yawning and stretching the one arm that was not connected to the hand that was wrapped around mine.
I smiled faintly, I still didn't feel too good. "Hey, Teddy."
He grinned at me. "You're awake! You feel okay?"
"Not really." I admitted. He squeezed my hand.
"I knew we should've gone to the hospital sooner!" He sighed. I frowned.
"I'm sorry, Kendall. I knew it, too. I just don't like hospitals or worrying people."
"What you did worried us more…" Kendall mumbled. I frowned again.
"I'm sorry, I really am."
"I know…" I reached over as far as I could without hurting myself and practically pushed myself into him. He returned the hug, wrapping his arms tightly around my back. It was silent for a moment before Kendall spoke up. "I know we're having a moment, but I just want you to know, I told everyone that we're dating."
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I ended up going to the hospital. Yeah, I know, I told Kendall I was fine, but I wasn't. I continued to feel lightheaded even after I ate something, but I thought I just had the flu or something.
I don't like people fussing over me. I'm old enough to take care of myself. I hate worrying people and I hate being the center of attention. It makes me feel weird, so I didn't take my sickness seriously, but my brain and body were both protesting to this decision.
Worrying Kendall was worse now that we're dating (if you could call it that), he was always watching me when I was sick.
Anyway, back to what happened. It had been 2 months since I first got sick. I developed mental fatigue and lost an extreme amount of weight, despite my sudden increase in food and drink consumption. Extremely rapidly my vision became blurry, I started hyperventilating instead of breathing regularly, and I had abdominal pain. Since I wanted to become a doctor and studied this stuff, I knew exactly what was wrong. I knew if I didn't see a doctor, I could enter a coma. Or worse.
I could die.
Of course, I refused to go see a doctor. Even when Kendall pinned me to the wall, looked me in the eyes, and demanded I go see someone, I shook my head, squirming out of his hold and hurrying to my bed to sleep, which I had been doing a lot lately.
I also objected to not practicing, but even Gustavo said I couldn't practice or rehearse anymore. The guys handled well without me, since I had no real talent.
Once, when the guys were out rehearsing and Katie and Mrs. Knight were out doing… something, I passed out. That's what did it for them. I was taken to the hospital, still unconscious, and given a room.
I had been sleeping three days before waking up. About twenty minutes after I first woke up, the guys, Katie, and Ms. Knight came in. A doctor soon after. He introduced himself as Dr. Malone and said he had news. They had apparently taken tests while I was knocked out, so the had the results.
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"Hello, Logan. I'm Dr. Malone." He had muddled gray hair and a light beard the same color. His eyes were a dark blue and shined with years of sorrow, worry, and anger. Clearly he had experience with bad news. A few wrinkles touched his face here and there, giving him the look of someone wise.
I smiled lightly. "Hi."
"Well, we have the results from your tests…" He began. My heart sank. That tone… something in his voice just screamed 'bad news'.
"Don't sugar coat it." I demanded, staring him down. This wasn't the time for a doctor to try and make it a little bit better. He sighed and nodded. Kendall grabbed my hand and used his thumb to rub circles on it.
"You have type one diabetes."
Oh yes, I did. Sorry for doing this in the 2nd chapter of my lovely story, it just kinda happened! Anyway, please review!