Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in like, two weeks. School is being tough on me, and I've had tons of tests that I've had to study for... I actually have a huge one tomorrow in English (surprise surprise...) so I can't take too long on this. I made this chapter really long for you guys!
I love you all!
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Disclaimer: I don't own BTR, otherwise, they guys would be flexing their muscles for the entire 30 min. :D
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
The repetitive high pitched beeping noise echoed through his ears, causing an ache near the back of his head to flare up. It roamed through his head, feeling as though it was searching every curve and crevice of his brain. His throbbing head slowly began to dull down as he felt something coursing through his veins, relaxing all of his taught muscles and flushing away his aches and pains.
Either I just died, or I'm on a morphine drip. He thought to himself.
A weak groan escaped from between his chapped lips. A few seconds after, his eyes fluttered open. He felt as though he was weight lifting with his eyes, using all of his strength to keep them open.
He blinked a couple of times, trying and succeeding at clearing his foggy vision. He drew a deep breath and began to become acquainted with his surroundings. Immediately, the smell of antibiotics and sterile cleaning supplies filled his nose.
"So I'm not dead!" he silently exclaimed to himself. This meant that he was in a hospital, which meant that they were out of the woods! Wait… His friends!
Logan's heart monitor began to pick up speed, his heart feeling like it was going to fly out of his chest. Logan's breath began coming in quick gasps, his eyes darting across the room as a doctor and nurse scurried into the room. He was in full panic mode.
"Wha- goi- oh-?" His voice came out muffled, his mouth being covered by an oxygen mask. Logan's hand flew up to his face as he yanked off the plastic material.
He had to know.
"Where are my friends?" came a hoarse rasp, Logan shouting to the best of his abilities. The nurse just smiled at him and gently placed the mask back on his face. Pity. That's what he smile showed to Logan. She felt sorry for him. This infuriated him even more.
"Where are they!" He growled as they worked on silencing the machines. The doctor approached Logan's bedside and took out his clipboard.
"Glad to see you're awake Mr. Mitchell! My name is Dr. Freidman, and I have been working on you and your friends."
Logan calmed down a bit, glad that the annoying nurse had finally left. He quickly interrupted the doctor.
"My friends! Where are they? Are they okay?"
The doctor simply chuckled as he began writing notes on his clipboard.
"Easy there. You're friends are doing just fine. Would you like to know their conditions?"
He nodded furiously.
"James Diamond… Aha. Okay. He was brought in with a severely broken shin, some bruising across his torso, and was very sleep deprived. I believe we've had him on sleeping pills for a while, and also just came out of surgery, so his leg has probably been fixed. He is going to need to stay a couple of days…"
Logan stared at the doctor nervously. As happy as he was that James was okay, he still needed closure on his other two friends before he could begin to relax.
Dr. Freidman flipped a few pages and began to talk again.
"Your friend Kendall Knight was brought in with more serious injuries. He had a large gash through his middle which had been slightly infected. He is dealing with a fever and has been given medicine to help fight off the infection, but his body is going to need to do some of the work as well... He was also dehydrated when he came in, so he is currently on fluids, and not to mention he also was dealing with blood loss. As we speak, he is going through a blood transfusion, but he should be done soon. No worries, he should be out of the hospital in a week or two. He will have minimal scarring across his side though. I believe he got 65 stitches in that gash of his."
Logan let a tiny smile form its way onto his lips. Yeah, Kendall was still sick, but he was going to live.
"And finally, Carlos Garcia. Man, that boy is a handful. As soon as he admitted him to a room, he was jumping out of his bed trying to see you all. We've got him occupied with some toys that the nurses brought him from the playroom… He was brought in with dehydration as well, along with a couple of broken ribs. We've got him on a morphine drip like yours, and his ribs have been put back into place. Like I said, all of your friends should be fine. You suffered a moderate concussion and some blood loss, but nothing too huge to cause damage. You'll be dizzy for a while, but nothing a little rest and morphine can't fix."
Dr. Freidman smiled and left the room so that Logan could have some time to process everything that he just learned.
He let out a shaky sigh of relief.
They were okay.
It had been one hour since Logan had gotten the news on his friends. A nurse had come in and told him that visiting hours would start the next day, and since Kendall's blood transfusion was done, they could all be moved into the same room.
Logan sat nervously in his bed, shifting upon the crackling mattress and pulling at the starchy sheets. He lifted his hand and ran his fingers through his hair, wincing as he gently touched the thick bandage wrapped around his head. He was anxious.
He couldn't wait to see his friends, but at the same time, he was afraid to see them and what they looked like.
Logan's thoughts were interrupted as a rolling hospital bed was pushed through the doors. He could hear that patient and the nurse chatting. The nurse was young, blonde, and quite attractive. Angela, her nametag said. Logan smirked as he heard he begin to giggle.
"Hey James."
As the nurse pushed the bed next to his own, silky brown hair and a beaming white smile came into view.
"Logan! I'm so glad I can finally talk to you! Y'know, I'm thinking about writing a letter of complaint to this hospital. They refuse to let someone bring my Cuda Man over! I NEED MY CUDA! I will NOT have lifeless hair in this hospital!"
James freaked out as the nurse just smiled and propped up his fully casted leg. She hooked up his IV, waved goodbye, and left the two boys to talk.
"I'm sure Katie will sneak it all in for you, James." Logan sighed and smiled as his friend continued his rant.
"And what about when I blow dry and style? How am I supposed to do that when I can't even stand up to look in a mirror? A wheel chair, Logan. They are sticking me, "the Face", in a WHEEL CHAIR!"
James threw his arms up in the air and let them fall lifelessly back onto the mattress. Logan quickly wracked his brain to come up with a solution. Ah hah!
"Hey! Maybe you can use it as one of your headshots? Maybe, 'James Diamond, hurt and defenseless…' girls will love it."
James's brow furrowed as he thought it over a bit. Almost instantly, his frown flipped to a smile.
"You see? That's the reason why you're the brain." James beamed for a minute and then let his smile fade into a small smirk.
The silence between them was deafening. Until James broke it.
"I'm glad you're alive, Bro." He attempted to smile, but Logan could see James's eyes begin to turn wet and red.
"Me too, James. Me too."
More silence.
"Hey James?" he asked.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for watching out for me and the others out there. I don't think we would've made it without your help." Logan's voice wavered, remembering how many close calls they went through, and how James was always there to help. Logan was extremely thankful.
"No problem. We're brothers. It's what we do." Logan nodded and smiled, looking from his hands to his best friend's light brown eyes.
"So what do you think Carlos is going to be like when he gets here?" James asked, trying to lighten the conversation.
Logan laughed.
"I don't think he'll be paying too much attention to us."
"What?"
"The nurses gave him toys." He smirked.
"Oh no…"
"Oh yes."
"I hope they don't plan on getting those back!"
Both of the boys laughed together, seeming as though it was just another day, and they weren't lying in hospital beds, injured.
Logan grabbed his stomach, laughing having caused a cramp.
"Y-y'know, I-I bet he's gonna-"
Logan's chuckle filled sentence was cut off by the sound of doors swishing open, and one single shout.
"Logan! James! Hi guys! Have you seen my helmet? Look at these cool toys that they gave me!"
James and Logan stared at the serious looking Latino boy being wheeled into the room.
He was holding up toy trains.
They burst into laughter.
"What?"
Carlos looked at the nurse, an innocent puppy stare plastered on his face. The nurse chuckled.
"What did I do?"
Hehe. Silly Carlos. Sooo predictable.
Alrighty, well, in this chapter there was NO KENDALL. WHOAH. He'll be back in the next one.
Hey! GUESS WHAT! I have been diagnosed with FCMD. *sniffle* (Favorite Character Mutilation Disorder)
Very sad, very sad indeed.
Hope You liked the chapter!
Whatever the aliens say,
TealMoose