Chapter 6

After a long period of planning, the big day finally arrived. Today was the day Camille would actually become Mrs. Camille Mitchell. They were going to live in an apartment of their own right next door to Mama Knight, Katie and the other boys. Camille and Emily would be spending the night before the wedding at her friend Jo's place. Mama Knight and Katie would also join them as well as Lucy and Stephanie and they were having a bachelorette party for the bride. The girls were going to eat out and afterwards watch a really girl movie all together.

The boys were having Logan's bachelor party. He had been a complete nervous wreck all day long. Since the boys were by now allowed to drink alcohol, they decided to go to a club with their stressed friend.

"Come on, Loges. Lighten up will you," James said.

"You shouldn't be nervous," Kendall said wrapping an arm around Logan's shoulder. "This is what you want, right. You've always been a great boyfriend and a wonderful father."

"And you'll be an even better husband," Carlos beamed in.

"Let's toast on that, dude," James said.

The boys had their first drink together and it soon tasted like more. A whole lot more! Logan was finally starting to loosen up. The boys decided to hop on the dance floor to have some more fun. Logan never was much of a dancer. He had always been to shy, although he had learned to bust lots of cool dance moves while being a part of BTR. But with large amounts of liquor running through his veins, he hopped on the dance floor without so much as thinking. He was having the time of his life with his friends! The boys were cheering and drinking even more, until they were totally wasted. Shy, little Logan ended up dancing on top of the counter. What was even more surprising was that he was dancing sexily with an unbuttoned shirt. Everyone in the club was cheering loud even his best friends.

But the fun would soon come to an end. Logan was fearless by now with his mind completely clouded by the huge intake of alcohol. He was hopping around on the counter like a madman. Suddenly a loud thud was heard. The crowd was too busy dancing to even notice what was going on and so were the boys.

"Dude, where's the groom," James slurred.

"Yeah, I haven't seen little Logie in a while," Carlos also slurred.

Kendall, who was the least wasted of them all, now grew concerned. He quickly scanned the dance floor, but didn't spot his best friend at all. He went into the men's room, but still there was no sign of Logan whatsoever. Kendall came back and wanted to inform his friends that there was still no trace of their friend. But he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.

"God no," he stammered.

Logan's unconscious form was lying on the ground next to the counter in a somewhat awkward angle.

"Logan! Logan, can you hear me, buddy!" Kendall yelled kneeling beside his friend's body.

But Logan showed no response.

"Logan, buddy, please answer me," Kendall said. "You're scaring me, man."

A few people now noticed that something was very wrong and they all started to gather around Logan's unconscious form.

"Dude, that doesn't look good at all," the bartender said. "Let me call 911 already. Oh and I wouldn't move him if I were you."

Kendall nodded. James and Carlos finally had noticed that the crowd was gathering around someone or something. They slowly approached the group.

"Hey, are we missing some of the fun," James still slurred.

"Yeah, if your buddy being unconscious on the floor is funny than you're missing out on something," someone yelled at them.

Any and all color drained from their faces as they noticed Logan lying down on the floor of the club.

"Oh Logie," Carlos yelled falling to his knees. He sobered up straight away.

"Kendall, please tell me he just passed out from the booze," James said. He too seemed to have sobered up.

"I wish I could," Kendall said. His voice was trembling. "Logan must have fallen off the counter as he was dancing wildly and nobody had noticed." He felt so terribly guilty. "I can't get him to wake up," he said sadly.

"He can't be badly injured," Carlos whined. "He's getting married tomorrow."

"The paramedics will be here any minute now," the bartender told them.

"Please, Loges. Please just wake up already," Kendall said pleading. He tried softly slapping his friend cheek or gently shaking him, but there still was no response.

"Maybe we should call Camille," he said softly.

"Oh please. It can't be serious," Carlos said. "What about poor Camille and sweet little Emily. They can' t live without him."

At that moment, paramedics came rushing through the doors.

"Someone made a call," one of the paramedics yelled. "So where is the patient?"

"Right here," Kendall said his voice still trembling. "His name is Logan Mitchell. We're not exactly sure how it happened, but one minute he was dancing on the counter laughing out loud and the next I found him lying on the floor unconscious."

"Has he been drinking?" The paramedic asked while kneeling beside Logan and checking his vitals.

"Yes, heavily," Kendall confessed. "It was his bachelor party and he needed to relieve some stress."

"Did you move him?" The paramedic asked.

"No," Kendall said. "Can you tell us what's going on? How is he? Will he be alright? He's supposed to get married tomorrow and he has a beautiful little girl at home."

"I can't tell you at this moment, I'm afraid," the paramedic said. "We'll have to wait and see until we get him to the hospital."