Decided to write some more! I love how I don't update for a while and then out of the blue I update two days in a row. I couldn't help but notice that. Anyway, this chapter was a lot of fun to write and I hope it's good! It's longer than chapter seven, but still not long enough (just under a thousand words). Oh well, here ya go, enjoy~

James

Carlos and I were having a simple (and to be honest quite boring) talk when Kendall entered the apartment. Strange, wasn't he supposed to stay with Logan until visiting hours were over?

''Hey, Kendall,'' Carlos greeted him happily. ''Why are you early? How is Logan?''

Kendall's expression was neutral. ''I got tired. Oh, and Logan woke up.''

''He did?'' I asked. If he really did, shouldn't my friend be happy then?

''Yes, I just said so, didn't I?'' he spat. ''You can go see him if you want, I guess, visiting hours aren't over yet. I don't know if they'll allow you to bother him though.''

''Why aren't you happy?'' Carlos asked, as if he could read my exact thoughts. I had an idea why he wasn't too excited, but Carlos had absolutely no clue, because we hadn't told him about Logan's situation.

''Who says I'm not?'' Kendall responded annoyed, going through his hair with his hand. He seemed pretty upset and maybe even a little confused. I wasn't sure about that one though. ''I am very relieved.. and happy.''

''Doesn't seem like it….'' Carlos whispered, barely audible. I think Kendall did hear his words though, as he narrowed his eyes in response.

I stood up and grabbed my jacket and keys. As I was walking up to the door I informed, ''I'm going to see Logan. I will be back soon.'' before leaving the two behind and making my way to the hospital.

I didn't even give the front desk a second glance and completely ignored the receptionist behind it and just entered the elevator, remembering the number of Logan's room a little too well and pressed the right button. The doors closed and I turned around to look at myself in the mirror. I've been avoiding mirrors for the last few days, and now I remembered why I did.

Dark circles were clearly visible underneath my eyes and there was a fading bruise on my left cheek. I immediately raised my hand and softly caressed the area. Sure, it didn't hurt much, but the skin was still sensitive and touching it felt a little awkward. I closed my eyes and opened them again, but my appearance was (unfortunately) still the same. I really looked shitty.

The soft ding that told me I had arrived at the right floor made me realize where I was again and why. The doors slowly opened and I stepped out, blinking at how bright the lights in the hallway were compared to the ones in the elevator. I heard the doors close again and I walked forward, passing by several doors before seeing the right one. My heart started beating a little bit faster and I took a deep breath. I guess I was just nervous about how Logan would react. Would he be angry? Maybe he would be sad. Either way, it wasn't like he should or would forgive me without any consequences. I brought his life – and others – in danger. I didn't even know if he was truly OK to begin with. But he was conscious, and that was a good thing, right?

Logan

I looked at the man that was standing at the end of the hospital bed. I had never seen him before. He seemed really nice and he was talking about something – probably important information I should pay attention to – but I wasn't listening at all. My back hurt and I was a little bit dizzy. So whenever his sentence would end question-like, I would just give a small nod and he'd continue.

He was in the middle of a sentence when he was interrupted by a knock. He furrowed his eyebrows, looked at the door and back at me.

''Are you expecting any visitors at this moment?'' he asked me.

I shook my head. ''No.. Not really.. Maybe. I don't know.''

He smiled. ''Maybe it's just a nurse. Anyway, I will be leaving now. Make sure to take it easy and have enough rest. I will remind someone to bring you a meal later on.''

''OK, thank you,'' I said. He then left the room and didn't close the door behind him. I tried to peek outside, but I couldn't see anyone. I hung my head.

Then, out of the blue, I heard a voice say, ''I'm sorry.''

I quickly snapped my head up and looked at the doorway. James was there, looking a little bit pathetic, a sad smile on his face.

''Don't be,'' I responded and I bit my lip softly. I didn't remember everything from before in detail, but I knew enough.

James fully entered the room and grabbed the chair by the window and placed it beside me. He sat down en grabbed my hand.

''I, James Diamond, apologize from the bottom of my heart for getting you in trouble,'' he apologized very serious. ''I don't care whether you want to hear it or not, but I sincerely apologize for everything. Do you forgive me?''

I pretended I wasn't impressed by his words and frowned. When I saw his expression change into something more desperate I tightened my grip on his hand and smiled.

''Of course I forgive you, idiot,'' I assured him. His lips formed a small smile, but it still wasn't a real one.

''Really?'' he asked hopefully. I sighed. Was this guy really that stubborn?

''Yes, really,'' I answered. I didn't think he believed me though.

''Thank you,'' he smiled and he even bowed in his seat to emphasize how much it meant for him.

Gosh, did he really have to do that? He's going to make me blush for sure.

I leaned forward and planted an innocent kiss on his cheek. When I pulled away, I saw his flushed cheeks. I couldn't help but smirk.

''You're welcome.''