I know that this is like three days late, and I'm so sorry. I've been a little busy, so thank you for being patient.
Thank you for all the reviews, they all mean so much! This is an easy-going chapter, because the last one was kind of sad. However, there is still some DRAMA!
I've been in such a writing mood lately. I've pre- written like three chapters already- all of them for Haunted!
AN: I don't own anything.
"Come on, Cam! You can do it!" Camille's friends cheer her one. Early in the morning, Doctor Morris had dropped off Camille's crutches, and while he showed her how to use them, Logan had assured him that he could teach Camille how to use them. If only he knew how tough it would be for Camille to use them. They had been trying for the past hour in the hospital room, and there was not much luck so far.
Camille was starting to get frustrated as was Logan, but their friends still held hope. Camille moves the crutches out from under her and puts them to the side, while leaning on Logan.
"Logan, can I please stop? I can learn later, I'm tired." Camille whines, while still being supported by Logan.
"I know, baby, but you really need to learn, otherwise it's going to take days," he whispers, caressing her cheek.
"Fine," she huffs, clearly not happy. "Let's do this."
"Here." Logan hands her the crutches which she adjusts under her arms.
Camille takes in a deep breath and continue. She hoists herself up on one leg, the crutches supporting her, and bends her casted leg. She puts the crutches in front off her so she can easily hop in line with them. To bad things don't go as planned.
While trying to hop in line with the crutches, Camille accidentally takes one crutch out from under her, sending her falling to the ground. Her friends watch in horror as she plummets to the cold, white tiled floor. Thankfully though, she does not land on her broken foot, but the other one.
"Cam!" Logan shouts frantically, being the first to reach her. Camille, has her eyes closed and her breathing slow, and while she doesn't seem to be in any pain, everyone is frantic.
"Camille, wake up. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you to learn, I'm sorry. Just wake up, please," Logan begs, holding her hand tightly.
"Come on, we promise not to push you. You don't even have to learn until tomorrow," Kendall promises her, brushing some curls out of her forehead.
Camille opens one eye, and laughs. "You guys are so easy. Does this mean we don't have to do this anymore?"
"That was mean," Logan says as he pouts.
"Cam! You scared us!" Carlos shouts.
"I know, but I'm tired. Can I just lay here?" Camille asks, smiling.
"Here on the filthy, hospital floor, where there could have been blood splattered all over it?" Carlos asks, quite disgusted.
Camille's face now matches Carlos'. "Thank you, Carlos for putting that vivid picture in my head."
"You're welcome," he answers happily, quite oblivious to her sarcastic tone.
"I'm too lazy and tired to get up, though," Camille tells them lazily, "I don't feel like it."
"Well, we can't just leave you laying on the floor. Come on," Logan sighs as he picks her up, bridal style. He smiles looking at Camille in his arms. "This is what you wanted all along, wasn't it?"
"Yup," she says mischievously. He softly kisses her lips which causes a chorus of "awwws" to erupt from their friends.
"Awww, that's so sweet," they say harmoniously.
Logan ignores them as he sets her down on the bed, then, he sits down next to her on the bed. "So what do you want to do, now. I mean, before we get back to those crutches?" He puts a smirk on his face, knowing Camille is dreading it.
"Ugh, do we have to?" Camille complains, fidgeting in the bed.
"Yeah we do, Cam. I can't just carry you everywhere."
"Why not?" Camille pouts, looking at Logan.
"Cam, I love you, but you need to be able to get around on your own, especially with that," Logan says, looking at her cast.
"Fine, but later. Crutches are no fun." Logan laughs at Camille's comment.
"I swear, sometimes you sound just like Carlos," he says, still chuckling to himself.
"Hey!" Carlos and Camille shout simultaneously. "That's not true."
"It is so true," James whispers.
"It is not. No offense, Carlos," Camille tells them.
"It's okay, Cam. They're just being mean." Carlos pouts but continues, "What do you want to do Cam? They're all being mean."
"Okay, okay. We're sorry Carlos," Kendall laughs as Camille clears her throat, "and Cam."
"Oh, it's okay!" Carlos says happily as if nothing had happened.
"Okay so what do we want to do, guys?"
"How about some TV? We haven't watched actual TV in some time," Kendall flips on the TV as the rest of their friends nod and collapse on chairs nearby.
"Sounds good," Logan says, nodding his head and situating himself properly on the bed. Camille rests her head on his shoulder and his head leans on hers. He kisses her hair softly then turns back to his friends. "So, what do you want to watch?" he asks softly.
"Let's just see what's on and then we can decide," Jo suggests.
As soon as the TV is turned on, the first thing they see is Camille picture. This cannot possibly be good.
A woman with thick light brown hair comes into view.
"The star from the successful movie, Forever Myself, was admitted in St. Josephs Hospital about a month ago. While we do not know the cause, it was stated that Camille Roberts was in a coma for quite some time. We do not know of all her injuries; however it was confined that she has a broken leg and had several broken ribs. Bruises and cuts are left behind on the star. We do not have much other information on Camille Roberts except for the fact that her boyfriend, Logan Mitchell along with her other friends, including the boys of Big Time Rush, Jo Taylor from New Town High and horror movie producer, Stephanie King, have not left the hospital since. Was it just an accident or something much, much more? We'll get you updated as soon as possible, thank you."
The screen turns to a another lady who stands tall with blond, curly hair. "Thank you for that Laura. And in other news, a woman in Wisconsin claims-" she is cut off when Kendall suddenly changes the channel to Sponge Bob.
"Umm, okay. Maybe we shouldn't have watched TV." Carlos says awkwardly.
Camille has a fearful look on her face and nuzzles closer to Logan.
"The press, what are we going to tell them? I don't want them to know the truth, then my life will never be normal again." Camille whispers against Logan's shoulder. "What are we going tell them?"
"I don't know, baby, but we'll think of something." Logan says, trying to calm her down: he runs his fingers through her long, brown curls and softly kisses he head. "We'll think of something, I promise."
"How about we say she fell down the stairs or something. It sounds believable enough, or we can say she was in a car accident." Kendall suggests.
"That's good, I guess. We'll think about, right Camille?" Logan answers when he feels her nod against his shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess. I just don't want to face them yet, I don't if I will be able to answer all their questions without breaking down."
"It's okay, don't worry about it right now. Just get some sleep, you've had a long day."
"Yeah, okay," Camille lays down and Logan lays does the same, right next to her.
"Don't worry about anything right now, love." Logan snuggles into the crook of Camille's neck, closing his eyes as Camille does the same.
Their friends who were watching intently, quietly slip out of the room, leaving the couple alone.
"I love you, Cam," Logan mumbles against the crook of her neck, kissing it.
"I love you, too, Logan," Camille murmurs in his hair, "forever and always."
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