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The wait in the waiting room was horrific. When the doctor walked up to James and Kendall, they had a feeling something was not right. The boys stood up, desperately waiting to hear what the doctor had to say.

"Are Mr. Garcia's parents here?" the doctor asked.

The boys shook their heads, but Kendall spoke up. "Look. Our parents are in Minnesota. We've called them and they're on the next plane over here."

The doctor sighed. "I'm afraid I can't tell you what's wrong until your guardians get here."

James and Kendall were ready to beg. "Please," James spoke up. "We needa know how he's doing. At least let us see him!"

The doctor sighed once again after seeing the pleading look on the boys' faces. "Okay," he cleared his throat. "First, let me introduce myself. I'm Dr. Spencer. Your friend is one soldier. Our only worry is that he did lose a lot of blood, so we're monitoring him right now."

James smiled. "So you're saying he'll be okay?" The doctor nodded. "What about Logan? Logan Mitchell?"

Dr. Spencer looked down. "I really need your parents to come down here."

"Would just tell us? We need to know!" Kendall demanded.

Kendall and James collapsed into their seats when they heard what was up with Logan. "He's in a coma. I'm sorry but, it doesn't look good." He hesitated before repeating, "I'm sorry."

Kendall snapped and shot out of his seat. "Is that all you can say? You're sorry?" James tried to calm him down.

"We were able to stop the bleeding in his head. But right now, all we can do is wait."

Just then, Camille ran into the waiting room. James had called her while he was in the ambulance. Her phone had gone to voice mail, because like normal people, she was asleep. The only way she knew her phone rang was when she woke up for a glass of water and noticed the blinking light from her phone. She made her way over to the hospital as soon as she heard James' message. "Guys. Have you heard anything?"

"Have a seat Camille," James said. She obeyed, taking the closet seat. "Uh, Carlos was stabbed. The doctor said he'll recover. You know Carlos, he can't stay down, right?" James let out a humorless chuckle. He didn't want to repeat what was said about Logan. He was still having a hard time believing it. "L-Logan is...he's..." James couldn't say the word "Coma." He's never had to before.

"James. Just tell me. Please," Camille begged.

James nodded. "Logan's in a coma..."

Camille gasped, glad she was already in a chair because her joints felt like jello. "Can we see them?" Camille asked Dr. Spencer.

He nodded. "Just know that Carlos hasn't woken up. He's on a lot of morphine." The boys were led to room 298; Carlos' room. They saw Carlos with an oxygen mask over his face, an IV in his arm, a heart monitor and various other medical equipment. They wished Logan was there to tell them what it all was.

"It's very unlikely to happen now," Dr. Spencer began. "But call me if Carlos wakes up. Mr. Mitchell's room is 312, if you want to see him now. But prepare yourselves first. And because of the unit he's in, you need to keep your visit short. Five minutes." They nodded, and the doctor walked out.

The three approached Carlos. Kendall grabbed his limp hand. "Why would anyone do this to you guys?" Kendall asked, barely above a whisper.

Everyone was almost speechless after that. Carlos had been to the hospital plenty of times. But those instances were always either from a hockey accident or the results of his crazy stunts. Never because he was attacked by some crazy psycho.

"We should go see Logan," Camille said, breaking the silence.

The boys agreed. "We'll be back buddy," James said to Carlos' sleeping form.

No matter how much they tried, they couldn't get themselves to be ready for what they saw behind the door to Logan's room. He was pretty much in the same condition as Carlos. The only differences being the gauze wrapped around his head, and instead of an oxygen mask, a breathing tube had been placed down his throat. Machines were breathing for him, keeping him alive. Kendall shuddered, thinking about what would happen if the machines were cut off.

Camille started crying. No one could blame her. James looked around the room, looking at anything that wasn't Logan.

"God help the person that did this," Kendall said, full of anger.

Dr. Spencer walked in. "I thought I would find you boys in here. Listen visiting hours are over," Camille, James, and Kendall looked down. "I'm sorry, but you can't stay here."

"But we need to stay," Kendall argued.

Dr. Spencer shook his head. "Well, can we stay with Carlos? What if he wakes up. He'll freak out!" James said.

The doctor thought about it, and after seeing the pleading looks on their faces, he said, "Okay. You can stay with Mr. Garcia. I usually don't do this, but since you kids seem to be the only family he has right now, I'll make an exception."

"Thank you so much!" Camille said as she wiped some stray tears from her face. They made their way to Carlos room. Exhaustion caught up with them quickly as Kendall, James and Camille pulled up seats close to Carlos bed. They were asleep in a matter of minutes.

Okay, so not so bad a cliffhanger, but this chapter came out WAY shorter than I wanted. Oops, Anyway, next chapter: arrival of the parents!

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