AN: I don't own anything. I really love this chapter so I hope you do, too. This was originally supposed to be MUCH longer, but I decided to split the chapter in two. Also, because I wanted to get this out as soon as possible and the other half isn't written yet.

Logan's POV:

I missed her. I missed her so much that my heart ached thinking about it. Looking at her was a whole other story. She looked so helpless tangled in the white hospital sheets. Knowing that she won't answer me when I say something, give me a sweet kiss when I'm down, or even smile at me to reassure me that everything would be okay. I couldn't stand watching her be so helpless especially when she has always been the strongest, most confident person I know. I wanted- no- needed her to wake up soon. I missed her so much and all I could ask for is to hear her beautiful voice again.

"Hey Cami," I say as I enter her hospital room. I let out a bitter laugh knowing that I wouldn't be receiving a reply. I take her hand in mine and just simply sit there and talk. I pretend that she can hear me- that she will wake up anytime and flash her signature smirk at me. I know since I'm studying to be a doctor, I knew that comatose patients can sometime hear their surroundings so I begin to talk. I know she hasn't shown any signs of improvement yet but I'm still hopeful.

"The guys, Jo and Stephanie are sorry that they couldn't be here today. They told me to say hi though. Gustavo gave us a hard time today." I pout playfully but then remember that she won't do anything.

"We were forced to do four hours of harmonies, recording and dancing. That's pretty long for all of us, but right when we were about to finish, Kendall pushed his buttons and made Gustavo red with anger. Then we were forced into another two hours of dancing and harmonies." I could almost hear Camille's laugh. Gosh I missed her so much.

Then I filled her in on the others. "Jo's show got renewed for a third season that's why she couldn't be here. They wanted her to shoot some scenes but she said she might stop by later. Steph is editing her movie so yeah..."

"Katie pulled another prank on Bitters. She made him almost get fired and almost flooded his office. You should have seen his face though, he was so angry. Mrs. Knight is really worried about you, you know? She considers you like another daughter." I sigh.

"I miss you. Do you know how hard it is to get up and realize that the love of my life is not there but in the hospital? I miss you more than you know. I love you." I lean in and kiss her forehead. I sit back down and give her hand a gentle squeeze. I felt her gently squeeze back.

Wait. She. Squeezed. Back. There was no way. The doctor had said that there was no sign or improvement just yesterday night, so how was this possible? But, I wasn't complaining, no I was completely ecstatic. I didn't even bother calling a doctor, instead I squeezed back one more.

"Camille! Camille! If you can hear me, squeeze my hand," I beg.

Then I felt it. She squeezed back. I couldn't believe it; just yesterday I was told that she would not wake up anytime soon.

"Camille, can you please open your eyes for me sweetie? Please?" I plead hoping she heeds to my request.

Hoping that she might wake up and talk to me. If only.

"Ahhhh!" a sharp scream rings in my ears.

"Camille! Camille!" I frantically try to calm her down I know that I should call the doctor right now. But, I can't bring myself to call for him.

Suddenly, a loud beeping noise fills the room. Her heart rate. It's way too high for a person this small. Her breathing becomes ragged and hoarse.

"Doctor! I need help!" I find my voice and call out. Camille needs help now.

A crew of nurses and doctors rush in. The nurses and doctors crowd around her, trying to calm her down.

"Son, you need to leave," a doctor says as he ushers me out the door.

"No! I need to see her! I need to be with her!" I plead, tears crowd in my eyes. No, this can't be happening. Not now. Especially when Camille was just about to wake up. Why her? What did she do wrong? None of this was her fault only her "dad's".

I make my way over to one of the cold, white chairs in the waiting room. Tears streak my face. How did this happen? Was it something I did?

I sat there. Seconds turned into minutes which turned it to hours. By then I had called everyone making them as upset as I was. All of us had been sitting there for hours not knowing what was happening.

Frustrated, I stood up. "Why won't they tell us anything?" Out or anger, I punch the wall. Pain seers through my arm. "Ahhhhh!" I cradle my injured hand against my chest.

"Logan! What did you do? What's Camille going to say?" Kendall says frantically looking at my hand.

At the sound of Camille's name, I freeze. Negativity washes over me. "How do you know she's going to say anything at all?" I ask bitterly.

"Logan, no," he reaches out to me.

"Well then can you tell me she's awake right now and will waltz out of the room any second now? No, you can't."

"You know what, Logan? You need to stop thinking like that. She's going to be just fine!"

Kendall's once gentle, green eyes turned dark with anger. He clenched and unclenched his fists. His jaw visibly tightened.

"How do you know that Kendall? What if she's not? Then what? But, you wouldn't understand, Kendall. Your girlfriend is not laying on a hospital bed fighting for her life. Your girlfriend is here perfectly healthy with no worries on whether or not she will live. I wish that she was in there so you can understand how I feel," fury was building up inside of me. Even so, I regretted the words as soon as they escaped my mouth. I had practically just said that I wished that Jo was in the hospital in place of Camille.

Why did I just say that? Out of jealousy? But it was true. I was jealous that Kendall and Jo were together and healthy while Camille and I...weren't. Jo is one of my closest friends- like my little sister, so why did I just tell Kendall that I wanted her fighting for her life? I wasn't really upset with anyone but myself at this point. I had no right to say that to anyone especially someone who was like my little sister. I wanted to take back my words so bad but I knew it was too late. I looked up to see the damage I'd done and what I saw made my heart sink even lower than before.

Jo had tears gathering in her eyes, but even so you could see the hurt in her chocolate, brown eyes. Tears threatened to spill over her cheeks and she let them fall. I felt so bad.

Kendall. He right in front of me and I watched his face change from shock to one of fury. Anger was clearly boiling up inside of him and his normally pale face turned red.

I didn't bother to look around because I already knew what they looked like. Shocked, furious, confused, disappointed. I opened my mouth to apologize but no words came out.

"You, you..." Kendall struggled for words until he was interrupted.

"Do you really think that? You want me to be in there fighting for my life instead of Camille? If I had the chance I would change places with her I would. But I can't," she whispers quietly. I could hear the bitterness and sadness in her voice. Don't get me wrong, she had every right to be upset.

Before anyone could stay anything, Kendall grabbed me by my collar. I knew he was beyond pissed. "Listen to me. You have no right to treat my girlfriend like that, understand? Do you even hear yourself? You're not thinking! Why would you day that? Huh? To hurt her feelings and mine? Answer me!" Anger was still evident in his eyes yet hurt and pain was raking over. He loosened his grip on me a little but I knew I wasn't going to get of that easy.

"I- I, Kendall-," I stumbled over my words, something that only happens when I'm nervous.

"No, don't you Kendall me! Why would you want Jo to be in place of Camille? That's not the thing the Logan I used to know would say. He would never think pessimistically. He would never wish harm to anyone even If it was to relieve another persons'. Where's that Logan?" I don't think I've seen him this angry since his parents got divorced.

"I-I'm sorry. I d-didn't m-mean to. I-I-," I stuttered over my words before tears sprang to my eyes. "I-I'm sorry," I manage to get out before I make a dash outside.

Jo's POV:

Why did Logan say that? I knew that he didn't mean what he said but still, it hurt. Kendall lashing out on him made it even worse. It was evident in his eyes that he was sorry and frustrated. I always thought of him as my older brother and I needed to talk to him. I knew this was harder on him than he let on. My only guilt is that I didn't do anything about it sooner.

Before anyone could go after him, I followed him. He didn't go very far, just across the street, to a small park. I watched from a distance for a while (not to be stalker-ish) and observed what he did. He cried. As much as expected him to, I was kind of surprised. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them while crying. Soon his cries turned into uncontrollable sobs.

"I-I'm s-so s-sor-sorry, J-Jo. I-I didn't m-mean t-to," he stutters out. I realize that he doesn't know that I'm there. I walk slowly, careful not to frighten him.

"H- hey, Logan," I whisper as I sit down next to him.

"Jo?" he asks, clearly surprised.

"Yeah?"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't-," Logan starts.

"It's okay, Logan. I forgive you. I know you didn't mean what you said."

"But why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you forgive me after what I said? I didn't mean it, swear. I-I was just frustrated and I don't know... No one understands how I feel right now, not even Kendall. If I could take back my words, I would. I'm just so sorry, I've never been so sorry in my life," he manages to get out before breaking down into sobs again.

"Shhhh. It's okay, Logan. I forgive you. And do you know why?" I ask him. I gather him in my arms and give him a hug. I can feel him shake his head "no" against my shoulder.

I use my index finger to lift his chin so I know he's looking at me. "Because you are like another brother to me and what kind of sister would I be not to forgive you?" I knew my answer helped him because a small smile tugged on the corners of his lips.

"Thanks, I... needed that." he leans in and gives me a proper hug.

"No problem," I say, my voice muffled against the soft fabric of his shirt.

"And just for the record, you're like a little sister to me."

I smile. "Now, let's go back so we can see how Cami's doing," I reach to grab his hand, but as soon as my hand made contact with his, he drew it back and hissed.

"Sorry, I forgot. How about we go check out that hand and then we'll go catch up with out friends."

Suddenly, he freezes. "Why'd you stop?" I ask, stopping beside him.

"What about Kendall? He's not exactly too happy with me right now."

"Don't worry about him, right now. I'll talk to him. All you need to worry about is Camille."

At the sound of her name, pain was appeared in his eyes. I felt so bad for him. He was right- no one knew what he was going through, not even his best friends.

"Okay, I trust you," he confides, then smirks.

I smirk back and we walk together back to the hospital. I knew that everything was not okay yet, but it will be. We might never go back to being normal, but will have to settle for a new normal. Because, no matter what we went through, our friends will always be ready to catch us when we fall.

AN: Honestly, I'm pretty proud of this chapter. I loved the Logan and Jo brother/sister interaction with each other. By the way, Jo is going to show up quite a few times in the next few chapters because there are some things that only she can do in this story. My story wouldn't really flow if I used another character instead of her.

P.S. This is my longest chapter and possibly my favorite so far.

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