A/N: It took me a while to update this story, but here is a new chapter. I hope you all like it! I must admit, it's not the easiest piece to write. I really wanted readers to feel the actual pain of the victim (Logan in this case). Thanks a million again to all readers/reviewers and those of you who follow/favs this story. Stay tuned! It's not over yet!

Chapter 6

Camille woke up a little while later. Logan was still sound asleep. Camille put her hand to his forehead and noticed that his fever had gone down. His heart rate seemed to be almost back to normal too. Camille very gently got out of bed and decided to let Logan sleep for a while longer. She decided to start reading her script in the living room and checked on Logan every now and then.

Logan's eyes fluttered open. He looked around the room and tried to remember where he was. The room didn't look at all familiar at first and Logan almost immediately tensed up. Where was he? His foggy mind was trying to focus. He turned his head to the side and noticed the IV attached to his arm. He heard the soft beeping of the heart machine he was attached too. He was so confused and his stomach seemed to be upset too.

"Hey sweetie," Camille said softly. "I see you're awake again. How are you feeling?"

Logan now noticed that she was sitting in a chair next to his bed.

"Cami," he said relieved. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but never reached his eyes as it usually did. "I'm okay, I guess."

"No, you're not," Camille said.

Logan looked away and fumbled with the sheets on his bed.

"You're far from okay," she said softly. "You're depressed. You need to open up to me, baby. That's the only way I might be able to help you."

"I'm not depressed, just a little bit upset," Logan tried to argue.

"Yeah, right," Camille said. "That's why you snuck out of 2J in the middle of the night without telling a soul where you would be going and decided to jump on plane to come and see me. That makes sense!"

Logan sighed.

"They're better off without me anyway," he said.

"What?" Camille asked.

"I never really did fit in with the group," he went on. "They are all daredevils. They're fearless. They love pulling pranks and I'm just plain lousy at them. They enjoy their schemes and I'm the one who keeps them from having fun. I'm the frightened and pessimistic one, remember."

"You're also the smart one, Logan," Camille said. "You make sure that their stunts don't make them end up at the hospital. You're a very good listener and in case you didn't know you give excellent advice."

"You heard Gustavo: I can't sing and I'm a lousy dancer. I'm not muscular like the rest of the band and they are far more attractive then I'll ever be. I'm too small and too skinny and too nerdy to be … performing. I .. r r really should just s s stop."

"That's so not true," Camille said. "I simply love the way you sing and you're a wonderful dancer. You are by far the most handsome and cutest BTR member and personally I think you are so hot. So what if you're not tall and quite skinny, I don't mind. You're absolutely not nerdy at all and you should keep performing because you love to."

Logan was looking down at his hands again. He was so vulnerable right now and Camille hated to see him this hurt.

"Logan, I love you," she said. "I love you so very much. I don't think I've ever loved anyone the way I love you. Those fans that tweet these nasty comments about you are so very wrong. They don't deserve to be called fans. They should be supporting you instead of hurting your feelings. You may not think so yourself, but you are a strong boy. Despite you being shy, you're a pop star. You moved all the way to L.A. from Minnesota with your friends, but without your mom and dad to support you. Not every teenager is capable of doing that. Meanwhile, you're still top of your class. You're still a straight A student and you take advanced classes. But you're also ready to help your friends when they struggle with something and you volunteer to tutor them. I know there is not such a thing as a perfect boyfriend, but you're getting very close to being one, Logan Mitchell."

Logan looked up at her and noticed Camille now also had tears in her eyes. He was really touched by what she said to him.

"Thanks," he said. His voice trembled as his emotions almost took over. Tears pooled in his dark eyes and threatened to spill all over his pale cheeks once more. "You have no idea what that means to me. I love you so much, Camille."

Camille pulled him into a tight hug. "Don't worry, sweetie," she whispered in his ear. "We'll get through this together. I promise."

The doctor returned later that day to double check on Logan's condition. His fever was gone by now and his heart rate was back to normal. But he still felt nauseous sometimes, although he no longer had to throw up. The doctor told the couple that Logan was suffering from a stomach infection caused by severe stress. He got medication to cure the infection and needed to rest.

"We should really call Kendall and tell him what happened," Camille said to Logan once the doctor had left.

"You're right as usual," he said. "I should let my friends know what happened."

Camille got her laptop and opened up her Skype account. Kendall was online. She decided to try and give him a call.

"Hey, Kendall," she said.

"Hey, Cami," he answered her. "So how is Logan doing?"

"I'm doing fine, thanks," he said as Camille turned her laptop a bit so Kendall could see Logan.

He was propped up in bed wearing his white V-neck again, but he still looked a ghostly pale.

"Hey, bud," Kendall said. "It's good to see you. You sure you're okay?"

"Not exactly," Logan admitted. "I have a stomach infection which causes nausea and I still feel weak and all." He tried to smile, but his smile still didn't reach his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell us, Loges?" Kendall asked. "We could have helped you. We would have been there for you! You're always there for us. We need you as our best friend, our buddy. BTR needs you. Who else can reach the highest notes effortless? You're a great singer and a great dancer and you love to perform. Don't let the bad comments get you down. We'll have your back, bud, as always. We're a team! If they hurt one of us, they hurt all of us."

Logan had to swallow. "I I … don't know .. w what to s say," he stammered.

"We love you, Logie. We always will," James said.

"Yup. We're best friends forever," Carlos said trying to cheer Logan up.

"Now you rest a bit and we'll deal with Gustavo and Griffin for you," Kendall said. "And stop worrying, okay. They totally understand what you're going through and they want you to take as much time as you need to get well again."

Logan was happy to spend some more time relaxing and spending time with his girlfriend. He had really missed her a lot. He accompanied her to set and tried to get a grip of his life again. The couple spent hours together walking hand in hand at the park talking about what had happened. Very slowly, Logan started to feel better again. He gained his self-confidence again bit by bit. By now he was smiling again and his smile reached his eyes once again. Camille couldn't be happier about that. The one thing Logan wasn't allowed to do was check his Twitter account.

Kendall was extremely mad at the fans that had hurt his best friend and so were James and Carlos. They decided that the fans needed to know what had happened to their friend, due to the bullying on Twitter. So Kendall took to Twitter and explained the fans that Logan had been physically sick from getting hurt by some fans. He made clear that the band was very upset about that and said they wouldn't perform anymore until their friend had completely recovered. James and Carlos had re-tweeted his status and said that they totally agreed. Even Camille had re-tweeted Kendall's comment.

They immediately got reactions back from their Rushers. Their fans completely understood their statement and wished Logan the very best. Most of them even had the most beautiful compliments for him. But the nicest thing came from one of the Rushers. She had trended on Twitter that the fandom should send gifts for Logan in order to wish him well.

Kendall, James and Carlos had noticed this and were very pleased. Kendall had informed Camille and told her to check #WishLogieWell on Twitter. Camille also loved what the fans did for Logan. Kendall had replied to the nice fan telling them they could send all gifts to Rocque Records. From that day on, the studio had been showered daily with lots of gifts. The fans didn't just send him wishing well cards and drawings, but also t-shirts and caps and stuff like that.

"What's with all of this junk?" Gustavo had asked, but he had to admit he was proud of what Kendall and the guys had accomplished for their best friend. "We can't send him everything," he said. "He'll never be able to board the plane when he comes back." Kendall, James and Carlos had to agree. "We can always e-mail him a picture," Carlos said. "Carlos, that's a great idea," James and Kendall said in unison. Kendall asked Camille what she thought about that and she was thrilled with the idea. Logan was slowly getting back to his normal self and she was sure it would only help him to get over the whole ordeal.

After one of their usual walks down the park, Camille told Logan that she had a little surprise for him.

"What is it?" Logan asked. He had no idea what to expect.

Camille made him sit down in front of her laptop and opened up the e-mail with all of the gifs send by his Rushers.

"The guys defended you on Twitter and just basically told fans how disappointed they were with all of the hate tweets you had received. They explained just how badly hurt you were and that they wouldn't perform again until you were all better," Camille started to explain.

Logan blushed slightly.

"You've gotten heaps of tweets saying the nicest things about you," Camille went on. "And one Rusher started a trend to get you gifts to wish you all well again. That's what those all!"

"Really," Logan said. He was so overwhelmed by the love he got. He read some of the tweets and couldn't help but blush even more. He smiled and the smile reached his eyes once again. Camille smiled too. She was glad he was finally getting back to being his normal self.