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Camille put her head in her hands and dug her fingers into her hair as they waited. Logan was pacing the floor wildly, Katie was wrapped up in Mrs. Knight's arms, and James was next to Camille…curled up into a ball, once again. Unfortunately, he had left his jacket on the stage, and his dress shirt had been used to put pressure on Kendall's wounds. So, James was now in just jeans and a white tank top. Camille could see him shivering due to the cold air of the hospital waiting room, and probably from shock. Carlos was sitting in a chair on the other side of her, just staring straight ahead. Camille's heart ached for the young Latino. Carlos, as the energetic one, was always smiling and tried to keep everyone doing the same. Although, the past few weeks had been grueling for all of them, and Carlos was probably taking it the hardest. Camille looked down, just now noticing that she was barefoot…and she had no idea where her shoes were. On second thought, she didn't even know how her hair wasn't in a ponytail anymore, either. Everything prior to their arrival at the emergency room was a blur - and she hoped it stayed that way. Camille watched as Logan continued to pace the floor, then he looked down at his vest. Confusedly, Camille followed his gaze and noticed that his vest was covered in Kendall's blood. She involuntarily winced and then looked up at Logan. He had stopped pacing and was now staring at his vest, looking completely horrified. All of a sudden, Logan bolted towards the restrooms across from the waiting room. Sighing in sympathy, Camille got up and followed him. The emergency room was empty except for them so, she figured nobody was in the restrooms. Upon entering, she saw the first stall had it's door open, and Logan was kneeling in front of the toilet, expelling his stomach contents. Camille glanced around briefly, happily noticing that they were the only ones in there, and then sat down behind Logan. "Oh, Logan." she whispered, rubbing his back soothingly as he coughed. The raven-haired boy sat down and leaned his back against the side of the stall. Camille put an arm around his shoulders, gently rubbing his arm, and Logan rested his head against her chest and took a shaky breath. "M' okay" he whispered. Camille felt like laughing at the absurdity of what he had just said, but she suppressed it and just continued to rub his arm. The truth was, none of them were okay, so they might as well stop lying to each other about it. Silence loomed as Camille listened to Logan try to control his breathing. He had the tendency to hyperventilate and sure, this was the ideal place to have a panic attack, but Camille preferred that they didn't have another emergency on their hands. A few minutes went by and then Logan stood up, with help from the wall and Camille. He unbuttoned his vest with shaking fingers and stripped it off, throwing it away in the trash can by the door. Camille placed her hand palm-open in between his shoulder blades as he rinsed his mouth and washed his hands. Logan took a deep breath, dried his hands, and then looked up at Camille. His expressive dark brown eyes fully conveyed how distressed he was about everything going on. Camille gave him a quick hug and then wrapped her arm around his waist before leading him back out to the waiting room. They received no questioning stares as they returned to their original seats, because everyone understood what had happened. Camille plopped back down into her chair, but a soft sob escaped James' lips and Camille turned her attention to him. It had not even been 24 hours since she had reassured James that everything was okay and that Kendall would be fine - now look at things. She sat down on the other side of the cushioned bench that he was on and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Used to this soothing gesture, James turned into her embrace and began to quietly sob against her. Camille gently combed her fingers through his dark hair, "It's okay, James. Everything's going to be okay." she whispered. Katie buried her face against Mrs. Knight's shirt as she watched yet another brother fall apart. Logan put a comforting hand on Carlos's knee as the young boy looked around at his upset friends with worried dark eyes. "Here you go, darling" came a voice. Camille looked up, just now noticing that an elderly nurse was looking at her sympathetically and holding out a large, fuzzy green blanket. "Oh. Thank you." Camille said, wincing at how hoarse her voice sounded. She accepted the blanket and smiled softly as the thoughtful nurse walked away. Camille unfolded the warm blanket and pulled it gently around James, making sure it covered the bare skin of his arms and chest. James huddled closer to her, his soft hair brushing against her jaw as he got situated, obviously feeling comforted by the warmth of both Camille and the fuzzy blanket. She knew that hospitals had their reasons to keep it cold in the rooms, but to Camille…it seemed like the chill of the air was for numbing you for the bad news that you were about to receive. As if the cold breeze leaving a tingling sensation on your skin would ease the pain and heart ache of hearing the news that the doctors had to tell you. Nothing could numb you, and nothing could prepare you or ease your suffering while sitting in the waiting room of an ER - it was that simple. Camille exhaled deeply and wrapped her arms around James, again. She tried desperately to keep her own hot tears from falling, but it didn't work.
~20 minutes later ~
"Kendall Knight?" a doctor said, coming into the waiting room. It was the same man that had been James' and Kendall's doctor after the camping trip, and he didn't look happy to see them. James, who had been resting quietly against Camille, sat up abruptly as the doctor began to explain Kendall's condition. Mrs. Knight stood up and nodded. "Your son not only pulled his stitches out and disrupted the wound during the performance, but he hit the equipment on the stage quite hard, as well. Dehydration and over exhaustion play major parts in the reason he is here, again. Kendall was not taking care of himself like he should have been. If he would have gotten the amount of rest that I had suggested, he probably would have been able to perform today." the doctor said. Camille shook her head in unbelief. "He's going to be okay, though?" James asked softly, his hazel eyes filled with a mix of emotions. The doctor nodded, "As long as he stays hydrated this time and gets a lot of rest, yes. I recommend no work for two weeks." he said. Everyone nodded. "He's in and out of consciousness because of the meds we gave him, but you all can go visit Kendall." the doctor said. Mrs. Knight nodded and thanked him. "Go 'head, Camille. We'll be there in a few." she said. Nodding, Camille placed the blanket back around James' shoulders and headed towards Kendall's room. The smell and appearance of the hospital hallways were all too familiar, and Camille was not happy to be here again. She entered the room where Kendall was lying, seemingly asleep, and sat down in the chair. Camille raised one eyebrow at the unconscious blond, she was not thrilled with the way her butt was used to the unnatural shape of the hospital chair. As if knowing subconsciously that he was in trouble, Kendall opened his eyes slowly, glancing around the room confusedly. "Don't worry, hon, I'll be okay." Camille said angrily, repeating the words he had spoken to her earlier. Kendall looked over at her, a guilty look on his face. "You scared all of us so much today." she said, her voice still tinted with anger and upset. "I'm sorry." he whispered quietly. Camille got out of the chair and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Kendall, you have to take care of yourself." she said. He looked up at her, his green eyes bright but still tired. "I know. I'm so sorry, Camille." he apologized. There was a long pause as Camille just stared at him, evaluating the situation. "Oh, gosh, I'm just happy that you're okay" She said, her tone of voice becoming softer and filled with relief. She bent down and gently wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." he whispered, brushing his long, slender fingers through her hair. Camille pulled away from him and kissed the side of his face. "How do you feel? Are you all right?" she asked. "I've had better days. Heck, I've had better weeks. I'm not feeling too hot at the moment, but I'll think I will be okay." he replied, wincing as he repositioned himself. "I knew instantly that I had pulled my stitches out." he said. "I never want experience that feeling again" he whispered, instinctively resting his hand on the clean, white bandages covering the newly-stitched wounds. "Yeah, I bet. However, you don't have to worry about that anymore. Because when we get home…you are never allowed to leave your bed." Camille said. Kendall laughed, but winced as the action proved painful, and took a sip of the water Camille handed him. He slunk down further underneath the covers, "I'm sorry" he whispered, again. Camille rolled her eyes, she couldn't hold a grudge, because not only was he too adorable, but she was just glad that he was okay now. "Get some sleep. You are going to be on bed rest, meds, antibiotics, and work leave for two weeks, buddy." she said, hopping off of the bed. Camille pressed a gentle kiss to his lips and smoothed his bangs back. "I'll be back in a bit. The rest of the family wants to visit and I need some major coffee." she said. Kendall nodded and smiled softly at her as she left.
Camille poured herself a cup of coffee and took a long sip of the hot liquid, not caring that it was burning her throat and it tasted funny. After relaxing for a few minutes, Camille prepared two Styrofoam cups full of green tea with honey. She finished her coffee before grabbing the two other cups and heading back towards Kendall's room. Mrs. Knight, Carlos, Logan, and Katie were in with Kendall, making him smile from what she could tell. James was just standing in the doorway, the dark green blanket still wrapped loosely around his broad shoulders as he tried to recover, as well. Camille handed him the cups of green tea. "One for you and one for Kendall." she said and James smiled at her. Are you all right?" she asked softly. James nodded, "I will be." he replied with a soft smile. "Thanks, Camille." he said. "No problem." Camille replied, smiling. James smiled once more at her and went into the room, and handed Kendall one of the cups. The tall brunette sat in one of the chairs beside the bed and started to drink his green tea. Camille sighed as she continued to watch all of them from the doorway, grinning as James and Kendall burst out laughing at something Carlos had said. Glancing around the room of people, Camille exhaled deeply. These people would more than likely give her gray hair before she was even twenty-five, but she couldn't be happier than she was when surrounded by all of them. Smiling, Camille entered the room and sat down at the end of Kendall's bed. As she joined in with the infectious laughter, Camille knew that no matter what happened, she would always love these people…her family.
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