"He can't," Kendall almost yelled. "We really need him. We're nothing without him. He's gotta know that."
"Kendall, Logan doesn't act like himself right now I'm afraid," Camille said. "I have never seen him so hurt in his life. He has been crying a lot, but he refuses to really talk about the problem. The doctor is going to check him out, because he has been throwing up all night."
"He didn't say a word to any of us about him leaving to come and see you," Kendall said. "We were worried sick when he wasn't at the apartment anymore."
"He acted on impulse. He was so hurt that he needed to get away from it all," Camille explained.
"You're still in London, right?" Kendall asked her.
"Yes," she said. "I will do my best to keep him out of the press here."
"Maybe that's for the best," Kendall agreed.
"I'm really worried about him, Kendall," Camille said. "I think he'll do something to himself once he's left all by himself."
"It can't come to that," Kendall said. "Keep a close eye on him. He needs you now more than ever."
"I know," Camille said.
The both agreed to keep in close contact. Camille hung up the phone and decided to check up on Logan. She gently sat down next to him and his eyes fluttered open.
"Hey, handsome," she said softly.
Logan had a faint smile on his lips but the smile didn't reach his eyes like it usually did.
"How are you feeling?" She asked him.
Logan tried to sit up, but his stomach immediately did some very strange flip flops. He put a hand to his mouth and tried to swallow the bile that had crept up in his throat. Camille noticed it straight away.
"Are you nauseous again?" She asked him.
Before she could say or do anything, Logan ended throwing up all over the bed. He held his stomach with both of his hands.
"It's okay, baby," Camille said. "I'll wash them later, don't you worry about that."
Logan kept on convulsing heavily. His face was all tensed up. Camille could see he was in a lot of pain. She put a hand to his forehead and noticed he was burning up.
"Logie, you're feverish," she said. "Let me get you something."
She ran to her bathroom and fetched a wet washcloth for his scorching hot forehead and a bucket. She tried to cool him off a little with the washcloth.
"Oh God it hurts," Logan cried out.
"I know, sweetie. I know," Camille said. "Your whole body is completely upset with what has happened to you. The doctor will be back shortly."
She softly ran a hand through his damp raven black hair.
A little while later, the doctor arrived again at Camille's house. Camille explained how Logan had been throwing up again and that he was running a fever.
"That's not good," the doctor said. "I'll examine him to see what is going on."
"Hi, Logan. I hear you're not doing so well this morning?" He asked.
Logan nodded his head shyly.
"I'm like really hot and I have been throwing up all morning," he explained to the doctor. "It hurts so much too."
"Let's have a look, shall we," the doctor said.
He took Logan's temperature which was pretty high and his pulse and blood pressure. His blood pressure was very high too and his pulse was racing. He felt Logan's abdomen as he complained about a bad stomach ache. Every time the doctor pushed down on his skin he nearly jumped out of bed in pain.
"Logan, you have a serious infection of the stomach," the doctor said. "It's all caused by extreme stress. You are starting to dehydrate too. I'm going to check your blood for possible infections. Can I have your right arm, please?"
Logan looked a ghostly pale by now.
"Baby, it's okay," Camille said soothingly. "He really is afraid of needles," she said to the doctor.
"Don't worry. You won't feel a thing," the doctor said softly. "Just lie down on your bed again for a minute and don't look at the syringe."
Camille sat next to him and pulled his head away from the syringe. She read pure terror in his dark brown eyes. She softly placed a kiss to his scorching hot forehead.
The torment for Logan was finally over. The doctor examined him some more and decided to admit him to the hospital for a few days.
"No, no please," Logan cried.
"We really need to start treating you, Logan," he said.
"Can't you treat him here?" Camille asked. "He doesn't want to be away from me and we need to keep him out of the press at all time."
The doctor frowned and looked at Logan.
"Logan is one fourth of Big Time Rush, the popular band," she explained. "The media will have a field day when they find out he's in the hospital."
"I see," the doctor said. "Well, I suppose I can try to treat him here at your place. As long as his condition doesn't get even worse, we can manage that."
The doctor had to insert an IV line into Logan's arm with medication for his stomach problem and his fever and fluid to stop him from dehydrating. He also got a monitor to check his heart rate and blood pressure all the time and was ordered to stay in bed. The doctor promised to check him over at regular basis. He ordered Logan to start eating some light food too.
After the doctor left, Camille returned to her bedroom and sat down next to her boyfriend. He looked a complete mess.
"Hey," she said softly. "How are you doing?"
"The pain is a bit better," he responded. "Stay with me, Camille. Please don't leave me alone and don't make me go to the hospital."
He sounded so vulnerable it nearly broke her heart.
"I won't leave you, Logan," she said lovingly. "Don't worry! I love you and I'll never ever leave you. I'll be by your side the whole time. Get some rest, honey. You're gonna need plenty of that."
Logan smiled faintly and closed his eyes. He snuggled closer towards his girlfriend and she held him. She softly stroked his cheek to sooth him in his sleep. She was relieved that his temperature was starting to drop already and his heart rate was at a steady pace now too. She decided to nap with him for a little bit too.