Logan sighed loudly. He was sick of being sick. He was sick of lying in his bed. He was sick of being waited on. He was sick of looking at the same stupid walls. He was sick of the stupid comforter on his bed. He was sick of his stupid pajamas. Most importantly, he was sick of the chicken pox.

It had been a week since Camille found the spots on his chest. He had done nothing but rest. There was that one bit of excitement when James called with the gender of his baby.

He couldn't believe one of his best friends was soon to be a father to a son.

That was something else he was sick of.

Being last.

Carlos was married. Kendall was engaged. James was a soon-to-be-father.

And what was Logan?

Sick with the chicken pox.

Even with that he was last since Carlos, Kendall, James, and Katie went through them before he moved to Minnesota.

He had been hanging out in the living room but the video game Carlos and Kendall were playing, along with their actions, gave him a headache so he retreated to his bedroom.

And now he was staring at the walls waiting for Camille to come home.

Everyday after taping, rehearsal, whatever she had going on, she came to 2J and took care of Logan.

Except for yesterday when she was an hour late and she looked like she'd been crying. When he asked her about it, she said she had had to stay late and film a scene that involved crying, but Logan wasn't sure he believed her. He was too sick to discuss it further, however.

All of a sudden there was a loud crash in the living room and suddenly Carlos and Kendall appeared in his doorway.

"Are you okay?" Kendall asked breathlessly as Carlos patted the helmet that saved his head when he ran headfirst into the doorjamb. "You were groaning pretty loudly," he added after Logan gave him a blank stare.

"Wasn't aware."

"Are you okay?" Kendall asked.

"I'm sick! I have the chicken pox and they itch something fierce. What do you think?" Logan growled.

"Sorry I asked."

"Didn't Mama Knight give you a bath the other day with something in it to help take away the itch?" Carlos suggested. Before Logan could respond Carlos headed down the hall shouting, "Mama Knight!"

"Do you need anything?" Kendall asked.

"To get better." Logan shook his head slightly.

"Carlos said you wanted an oatmeal bath?" Mrs. Knight stuck her head in the room around Kendall.

Logan shrugged.

"I'll set it up for you while you take your temperature," Mrs. Knight said.

He listlessly climbed out of his bed and headed for the bathroom.

"You'll be back to normal in no time," Kendall assured before Logan closed the bathroom door.

After sitting in the tub for about five minutes letting the lukewarm water infused with oatmeal swim around him, there was a knock on the door. He had been lying in the tub looking up at the ceiling and didn't want a visitor.

"Logan?" Camille's voice floated into the room.

"Yeah?" He called out quickly scrambling to hide his naked body.

"I've seen you naked," Camille laughed entering the room and sitting down on the closed toilet. "Feeling better?"

"This bath helps."

"Your spots look better."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you're recovering, Logan."

"Yeah. My temperature's only 99.9." Logan looked over at Camille. She looked so tired. The long days on the set must be getting to her. "What'd you do to your arm?" He asked indicating the white bandage on her left forearm.

"Cut it on the set." She ran a finger through the bathwater. "I think this is getting cold. You ready to get out?" Camille unfolded the towel and when wet Logan stood up she wrapped it around him, squeezing him tight to her.

"I'm getting you all wet."

"Who cares," she whispered into his drippy hair.

Soon, Logan, wearing a new pair of pajamas, was snuggled back in his warm bed with Camille sitting by his side.

"You got hurt on set?" Logan murmured running his fingers up and down the white pad on Camille's arm. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"No." She produced a script from her back pocket. "Help me work on new lines?"

.O.

"You can have the platinum controller," Carlos said the next day as he loaded a game into the system. Logan had been feeling well enough that he accepted his Latino buddy's offer to play the new game he had bought. "OK, see, in this game you pick an avatar and then you have to do things to level up, either by playing in the game world or battling another player. My guy's at level 8 and Kendall's is 3…"

Logan stopped paying attention as he thought about the time. Camille said she would be done filming at three and it was already four fifteen. She had been late the past few days so he shouldn't be worried, but he had a weird feeling something was up.

"Which would you like to do first? We can go on a mission together or battle each other in the dome. I'll probably beat you since I've had so much time to practice," Carlos brought Logan out of his reverie, causing him to laugh. Carlos most likely spent all of his time waiting for Alexa to return by playing this game.

"Um, let's battle each other so I can get the game down before we go on a mission."

"All right. The fun part—creating your avatar." Carlos began fiddling with the controls when Mrs. Knight entered the apartment with a big bag of groceries.

"How about goulash for dinner tonight?"

Goulash would be good, Logan thought, with it being a treat from their home state of Minnesota, which Logan thought of as home even though he was originally from Texas, and it was filled with vegetables that should help his body fight off the chicken pox. He was so sick of being sick. But, where was Camille?

Carlos nudged Logan in the arm. "You gonna play or what?"

Logan was about to answer him when he heard his phone ringing from his bedroom. He leapt over the back of the couch throwing the platinum controller into Carlos's lap. The jump made him dizzy and he fell to his knees, but quickly regained his composure and made it to his bedroom in time for the caller to hang up. He quickly redialed the number.

"Camille!" He shouted into the phone after she made him anxiously wait three rings to pick up.

"Logan!" She whispered harshly back.

"Camille!"

"Loga—" her voice trailed off and the call ended.

"No, no," Logan kept repeated.

He stuffed his feet into his nearest shoes, which happened to be his worn gray things. Almost without thinking, he grabbed his wallet and ran out of the bedroom.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Knight asked as Logan searched the kitchen counter for keys to the BTR-mobile.

"Camille-trouble-car—" he said in between breaths.

"Slow down," she insisted.

Carlos walked over and handed him the keys from his pocket.

"Camille is in—" before he could finish he fell back into Carlos's arms.

"And you're going to save her when you're sick as a dog?" He asked.

"Not sick. Getting better. She needs me."

"Go put on a pair of pants," Mrs. Knight ordered.

"No time." The look she gave him forced him to stand up on his own and run down the hall. No more than five minutes later he returned wearing blue jeans along with his worn t-shirt and gray shoes.

Carlos stuck his hand out.

Logan looked at it for a second before slapping him a high five.

"No." He shook his hand. "I'm driving. You are in no shape to be rescuing Camille in distress much less drive there."

"Have a glass of water before you go." Mrs. Knight handed Logan a full glass of ice water.

"No time," Logan said but still gulped the cool liquid down anyway.

"Hey, where are you two going in such a hurry?" Katie asked when as she entered the apartment Carlos and Logan brushed past her in the opposite direction.

"No time!" Logan shouted back to her.

O.O

"Cami!" Logan ran into the dark sound stage on the Colossal Studios lot looking everywhere for his girlfriend. This was where her web series filmed so he figured the best thing was to check there first. The quiet was eerie, everyone presumably haven gone home after a day of work.

"I think I see something." Carlos pointed to something far off.

The scene was set up as the main characters' living room and sticking out behind the couch was a pair of familiar looking shoes.

"Camille!" Logan ran to her lying on the floor with a shattered phone just a few inches away. The closer he got the better able he was to see her injuries. "What happened?" He knelt down and brushed the hair out her face careful not to touch the bruise forming.

A tear escaped her swollen eye. Logan wanted more than anything to scoop her up and hold her close to him, but he wasn't sure the extent of her injuries. He did, however, squeeze her hand, for that looked okay.

"What hurts?" He asked.

"My head," she managed.

"Can I?"

"Yes," she whispered.

Logan pulled his girlfriend to him and kissed her temple. She whimpered into his shoulder.

"We need to get you to the hospital."

"He'll come after me."

"Who? Who did this to you?"

Camille wiped her nose on Logan's shirt and answered, "Isaac."

"Isaac? That guy you didn't like working with?"

"He thinks I got him fired."

"You're not petty like that."

Carlos walked over to the two and carefully placed a hand on Logan's shoulder. Logan nodded and let Carlos pick her up.

"We won't let him get away with this."

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BTW, the shoes I am imagining are the ones he wore in Big Time Sneakers. You know, the ones Logan slides his foot out of to try on the Buster Clydes at James's request.