A/N: Sorry it took me a little while to update, but I'm currently on holidays in the States. I try to get some writing done in the evenings, when I'm not super tired. Thanks for all of the reviews! You guys are the best
Mrs. Knight decided to drive to the hospital with Katie, Camille and little Emily.
"Are we there yet?" Emily asked. "I just wanna see my daddy!"
"I know you do, pumpkin," Mrs. Knight answered her. "We'll be there in a few minutes."
Camille carried her daughter inside the hospital and rushed to the front desk.
"My fiancé has been brought in tonight," she explained to the attending nurse. "His name is Logan Mitchell."
"Ah yes," the nurse said. "He has been admitted to the ICU. I'll page someone to bring you to him."
A nurse appeared within minutes.
"Logan Mitchell?" She asked.
"Yes," Camille replied.
"Hey, cute pie," the nurse said to Emily. "Is he your dad?"
Emily looked up at the nurse with her big brown deer eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears.
"Yes," Camille answered softly. "He is Emily's dad and my fiancé. We were supposed to get married in the morning."
"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry," the nurse said. "His condition has stabilized for now, but he is still unconscious. Maybe you girls can get him to wake up."
Meanwhile they arrived at Logan's hospital room. Mrs. Knight took Emily from Camille, so she could go in first. She saw her fiancé lying in the bed looking white as a sheet. IV drips were attached to his arms and he was hooked up to several machines. He had an oxygen tube underneath his nostrils and his bare chest was heaving up and down with every shaky breath he took. Tears ran over Camille's cheeks. She sat down next to Logan and grabbed his hand. She placed a tender kiss on his forehead.
"Hey, handsome," she said sniffling. "Oh, Logie. I was so scared. Please be okay! I can't lose you. I need you and so does Emily. Please, baby. Open your eyes for me."
She ran her hand through Logan's raven black hair.
He stirred in his sleep. Camille kept caressing his hair and his cheek and she whispered how much he meant to them. After a while, Logan's eyes finally fluttered open.
"Hi, baby," Camille said crying and smiling at the same time.
"Cami," Logan's voice sounded hoarse.
His foggy mind couldn't make out where he was just yet. He was just glad Camille was with him, but why was she crying. The room didn't at all look familiar to him and there was this upsetting beeping noise he kept hearing over and over again.
"Logie, do you know where you are?" Camille asked trying to get a grip of the situation again.
Logan softly nodded his head.
"Baby, you were admitted at the hospital last night," she started to explain. "Apparently, the boys decided you needed some booze to relax a bit and you were intoxicated. You ended up dancing on top of the counter and managed to fall off of it."
Logan squeezed his eyes shut.
"Are you in pain, Logie?" Camille asked worry evident in her voice.
He merely nodded his head. Camille decided to page the nurses at that time. A little while later, the doctor and a nurse walked into the room.
"Ah, Mr. Mitchell," the doctor said. "I see you're awake again. How are you feeling?"
"Pain," Logan managed to say.
"What exactly does hurt?" The doctor asked him.
"Head, chest and arm," Logan managed to say.
"Well, you have a serious concussion," the doctor explained. "Due to falling down from the counter, you also fractured some ribs and they have punctured your lung, which is why we have you on oxygen right now. You have a broken arm as well."
Logan sighed feeling miserable as hell.
"I'll examine you in a minute," the doctor said. "Afterwards, you'll get a strong painkiller. Okay?"
Logan nodded again. The examination was pure torture to Logan. He was in so much pain he wanted to yell out loud. Camille stayed by his side and tried to calm him down as much as she could. Half way through, Logan started to feel queasy all of a sudden. Beads of sweat appeared on his pale forehead and he swallowed hard to stop the bile from rising in his throat.
"Gonna be sick," he mumbled.
The doctor heard him and handed him a bucket just in time. Logan emptied the contents of his stomach violently which caused him to suffer even more if that was even humanly possible.
"It's the intoxication wearing off," the doctor explained.
"Hurts! Make it stop!" Logan yelled.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do anything about that," the doctor said. "The alcohol needs to get out of your system and this is the only way."
"Please," Logan whimpered before he had to throw up some more.
"Isn't there anything you can do?" Camille asked.
"Unfortunately no," the doctor explained. "All we can hope is that it will be over soon. We just have to keep a close eye on him."
In between fits of throwing up, Camille held her boyfriend in her arms and tried to calm him down. Logan was exhausted by now. Finally, the nausea stopped.
"It's alright now, Logan," the doctor said. "The intoxication is out of your system completely. Let me now give you something for the pain and then you'd better sleep for a little while."
Logan didn't even have the strength nor the courage to answer anymore. The doctor quickly administered the pain killer and Logan immediately dozed off.
"He is going to be alright," the doctor told Camille. "He is a strong young man. He just really needs to rest for a few hours now."
"What about the wedding?" Camille asked.
"He won't be able to get married in a little while now," the doctor said. "But, I can manage to get you guys a legal ceremony this afternoon if you like."
"I'd love that," Camille said.
So, while Logan slept peacefully the rest of the group prepared for the legal wedding. The only people present would be both of their parents and Mrs. Knight, Gustavo, Kelly, Griffin and a few of their Palm Woods friends. Camille would be wearing a simple white summer dress she had dangling somewhere in her closet, since Logan wouldn't be able to wear anything special at all. He would be in his bed throughout the whole ceremony.
When Logan woke up from his slumber, Camille happily informed him that they would be getting married anyway that day. Logan was beyond happy for that, although he still felt crappy. The doctor gave him another shot before the ceremony started and he was good to go now.
Logan's hospital bed was wheeled down to the little chapel in the hospital where all of his friends and family members were waiting for him. Logan felt a little awkward knowing he was only in his boxers. He nervously pulled up his covers some more to hide his bare chest. His mom walked up to him with tears in her eyes and she kissed his forehead.
"Oh, Logie Bear," she said. "I'm so sorry you can't really get married today like you wanted too. But we're just so glad that you're doing fine. I'm proud of you anyway, son."
Logan merely smiled. Despite the pain he was in, he was still happy to at least have this little ceremony. Camille would be his forever after all and that's what he wanted. Emily was very excited to see her dad, but she was told that she couldn't jump on him like she usually did. But she was allowed to sit on the foot end of her dad's bed throughout the short ceremony. Camille was already waiting for her groom. She was wearing her beautiful white dress and her long curls were caressing her shoulders. She looked absolutely stunning. Logan wasn't able to say a single word for minutes.
Camille sat down on Logan's bed during their ceremony and the boys stood beside his bed. They all felt guilty as hell. But Logan and Camille couldn't be bothered by that at all. They only had eyes for each other.
"Well," spoke the official who was leading the ceremony. "We came here together today in this not so fun place to join this woman and this man in marriage. The circumstances may not be so ideal, but they both absolutely wanted to go through with this. Are you doing alright there, Logan? If not just give us a yell, okay."
Logan nodded.
"Okay, let's not keep you guys waiting any longer then," he continued. "Will you Hortence Logan Mitchell take Camille Anne Roberts to be your lawful wedded wife?"
"I do," Logan said looking his girlfriend straight in the eye.
"Will you Camille Anne Roberts take Hortence Logan Mitchell to be your lawful wedded husband?" He asked Camille.
"I absolutely do," she answered smiling brightly at Logan.
"Then by the power investigated in me I know declare you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." He said.
Logan pulled Camille in for a loving kiss.
"I love you so much," he said.
"I love you too. Just promise to get better soon so we can have a real wedding," Camille said smiling.
"I promise," Logan said.
"Are we really a family now?" Emily asked her mother not understanding one word of the ceremony she just witnessed.
"Yes, sweetie," she answered her daughter. "You, me and daddy are a real family now."